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Loud raise the notes of joy
The rising light adorning
Come, let us join our cheerful songs
Come, O my God, the promise seal
Come, sound his praise abroad
Christ the Lord is risen to-day
Joyfully, joyfully, onward I move
Oh, worship the King all-glorious above
Pour, blessed Gospel, glorious news for man!
A broken heart, O Lord! Thou never wilt despise
A charge to keep I have
Then, O my Lord, prepare
Abide with me! Fast falls the eventide
Lord, from thy blessed throne
Sister, thou wast mild and lovely
No fear of ill, no fear of wrong
Sweet hour of prayer! sweet hour of prayer!
Sweet is the prayer whose holy stream
Sweet rivers of redeeming love
Sweet the moments, rich in blessing
Swift as the arrow cuts its way
Take me, O my Father, take me!
Tarry with me, O my Savior
This book of books I'd rather own
This is the day the Lord hath made
This, this is the God we adore
Thou art the everlasting Son
Thou art the Way: to thee alone
Thou didst, O mighty God, exist
Thou grace divine, encircling all
Thou Judge of quick and dead
Thou must go forth alone, my soul!
Thy law is perfect, Lord of light
Thy life I read, my gracious Lord
To whom, save thee who canst alone
Time is winging us away
'Tis by thy strength the mountains stand
To God, ye choir above, begin
To him who is the Life of life
To praise the ever-bounteous Lord
To us a Child of hope is born
'Twas God who fixed the rolling spheres
Weary of wandering from my God
Weep not for the saint that ascends
Welcome, delightful morn
What is life? 'tis but a vapor
What is our calling's glorious hope
What is the thing of greatest price
While thee I seek, protecting Power!
While, with ceaseless course, the sun

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