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Thou only sovereign of my heart
Thou sinner's advocate with God
Come saints and adore him, come bow at his feet
Thou unexhausted mine of bliss
Thou very paschal Lamb
Tho' trouble assail, and dangers affright
Through all the changing scenes of life
Thus it became the Prince of grace
Thus was the great Redeemer plung'd
Thy judgments, righteous God, are just
Thy mercy, my God, is the theme of my song
'Tis a point I long to know
'Tis finish'd, so the Savior cried
'Tis my happiness below
To bless thy chosen race
To God, my Savior, and my King
To God the universal king
To God, who chose us in his Son
To our Redeemer's glorious name
To thee, O God, when creatures fail
We come, dear Jesus, to thy throne
We seek a rest beyond the skies
We sing the Savior's love
Weary of my sad complaining
What a rapturous song
What favor, Lord, that I should meet
What is our God, or what his name
What though I cannot break my chain
What various hindrances we meet
When Abraham's servant to procure
When Joseph his brethren beheld
When, O dear Savior, when shall I
When o'er the trodden paths of life
When some kind shepherd from his fold
When the fierce north-wind, with his airy forces
When thou my righteous Judge shalt come
When with my mind devoutly prest
When Zion's sons, Great God, appear
Where two or three with sweet accord
While carnal men with all their might
While to the grave our friends are borne
Why droops my soul, with guilt oppressed
Why, O my soul, why weepest thou?
With conscious guilt and bleeding heart
With ecstasy of joy
With fiery serpents greatly pain'd
With flowing eyes and bleeding hearts
With joy we sing the wondrous grace
With melting heart and weeping eyes
With one consent let all the earth

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