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Now let our faith grow strong and rise
Lord, at thy table we behold
Precious Bible, what a treasure
Men of God, go take your stations
Millions there are on heathen ground
Father, is not thy promise pledg'd
Ye messengers of Christ
How many years has man been driven
Go forth, ye saints, behold your King
Father of faithful Abra'm hear
Go, missionaries, and proclaim
Yes, mighty Jesus, thou shalt reign
O Thou, whose tender mercy hears
Eternal Spirit, mighty Lord
Go on ye pilgrims, while below
If worklings ask the reason why
Lord, in thy courts we now appear
Eternal Spirit, we confess
Glorious things of thee are spoken
Come all who love to pray
Welcome, dear brethren, to this place
No mortal ties can be compared
Jesus, my Lord, how rich thy grace
Raise thoughtless sinner raise thine eye
The Lord who rules the world's affairs
When Jesus dwelt in mortal clay
Yes, there are joys that cannot die
Thy bounties, gracious Lord
To thee, let my first offerings rise
See how the rising sun
Lord, I am vile, what shall I say
With thee, great God, the stores of light
How hast thou, Lord, from year to year
O the immense, the amazing height
To praise the ever-bounteous Lord
Cursed be the man for ever cursed
See how the little toiling ant
Stern winter throws his icy chains
See how rude winter's icy hand
Eternal source of every joy
Father of mercies, God of love
Remark my soul,the narrow bound!
Great God, we sing that mighty hand
My helper God I bless his name
While with ceaseless course the sun
Israel in ancient days
I my Ebenezer raise
From the dear flock of Jesus' saints
Kindred, and friends, and native land
For a season called to part

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