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Fount of wisdom, Source of life
Friend after friend departs
From all that [who] dwell [dwells] below the [in earth and] skies
From pleasures that woo
Full oft we wake from weary dreams
Life's mission
God is love, his mercy brightens
God of our liberties, God of our victories
God of the mountain, God of the storm
Great God, the heavens well ordered frame
Great God, thy face I cannot see
Then drink your fill
Hark, I hear an angel sing
Draw your sword for man's redemption
Hark, what sweet voices do I hear
He is thy brother yet
The sun bright clime
Hear the wild bird sweetly sing
The two southern mothers
Heaven is it a place
Heed well what the angel to mourners said
Go feed my lambs
Hope like an angel fom the skies
How beauteous are their [his] feet
How blest the place where heaven is
How blest the righteous when he dies
How happy is he born and [or] taught
In the silence of the midnight
In the vineyard of our father
He giveth his angels charge
How beautiful the snow
It sprang to life, this little brook
Jesus, I love thy charming name
Joy to the world, for truth abounds
Joy to the world, the Lord is [has] come
Joyfully, joyfully, onward I [we] move
Judge not, though clouds of seeming guilt
Learn to suffer and endure
Hearken to the inner voice
Let monumental pillars rise
Lightly row, lightly row O'er the glassy waves
Thus, they die
Little things
Lord, what a feeble piece
Let charity abide in thy heart
Mortals, awake, with angels join
Kiss me goodnight, mother
I'm With Thee Still
We have yielded up our darling
My country, 'tis of thee, Sweet land of liberty

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