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Ye workers, arise and go to the field
Ye workers in God's vineyard whatever your calling be
Ye works of God, on him alone
Ye works of God that live and move
Ye Worms Of Earth, Arise
Ye Worms of Earth our GOD admire
Ye worshippers of Jacob's God
Ye Would Not
Ye Would Not
Ye Would Not
Ye Would Not
Ye Would Not
Ye Would Not Come
Ye wretched sons of men draw near
Ye wretched sons of men draw near (Steele)
夜霧已散 (Shades of darkness are now dispersed)
Ye [You] people [that's] who have oft been invited to come
Ye youth whose hearts with pleasure glow
Ye youthful band, approach your God
Ye youthful hearts, with vigor warm
Ye youthful minds approach your God
Ye youthful ones
Yea, all kings shall bow down to him
Yea, as I live, Jehovah saith, I do not wish the sinner's death
Yea, as I live, thy Maker saith
Yea, by the blood once shed
Yea, establish the work
Yea, fear not, little ones
Yea, I must live for thee, Christ Jesus
Yea, I remember will the works
Yea, I Will Comfort You
Yea, I will extol Thee
Yea my spirit fain would sink
Yea, o'er me soared the eternal sky
Yea, our Shepherd leads, with gentle hand
Yea, the sparrow hath found her an house
Yea, they despised the pleasant land
Yea, watch and wait a little while
Year after year commenceth
Year by Year
Year by year, from past to future
Year Unto Year
Yearning for Pentecostal Power
Yearnings
Years ago, this Christmas morn
Years Are Coming
Years Are Coming
Years cannot make their strength decay
Years fly, O Lord, and every year

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