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You, O LORD, Will Watch Over Us
You old brandy bottle, I've [we] loved you too long
You open wide your hand, O Lord
You Opened Up My Eyes
You ought to know him
You Ought to Know Him
You Ought to Know My Jesus
You Ought to Love Jesus
You Ought to Love Jesus
You Ought to Sing
You Oughta Be Doin' Better
You pastors hired who undertake
You Raise Me Up
You rescued me
有日都要領會 (Some time we'll understand)
You Righteous, in the Lord Rejoice
You Rulers, Do You Know
You said in heaven my joy shall be
You saints of God, arise and sing
You saved my life, O Lord
You Saved the Best Till Now
You say, but with no touch of scorn
You Search, O God, the Reaches of My Heart
You Servants of God, Your Master Proclaim
You Servants of the LORD Our God
You Shall Be Holy
You shall be kept from evil
You Shall Be My People
You Shall Be My Witnesses
You Shall Draw with Gladness
You Shall Find Rest
You shall go out with joy
You Shall Love the Lord
You shall love the Lord your God with all your heart
You shall never see his face
You Shall Reap What You Sow
You Shall Wear a Crown
又是一年正起首 (Another year is dawning)
You Should Get in Touch With Jesus
You Should Toil for Jesus
You showed your favour to your land, O LORD
由死而生 (Life out of death)
You sons of earth, arise
You speak, and mighty mountains stand
You Strode Within the Temple, Lord
You strove in vain with cunning words
You Struggled in the Garden, Lord
You tell me I'm conceited, blind
You tell me of a city which is so bright and fair (Butterfield)
You tell me of the spotless robes

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