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My country, 'tis of thee
Gracious Spirit, Love divine!
Thine forever! God of Love
Once more, my soul, the rising day
Love divine, all love excelling
To God on high be thanks and praise
If through unruffled seas
Onward then, and fear not, children of the day!
Ark of freedom, glory's dwelling
The breaking waves dashed high
Sometimes a light surprises
Our Father! through the coming year
Glorious things of thee are spoken
Come unto Me, when shadows darkly gather
Thou art the Way: to Thee alone
On the mountain-top appearing
God is our Refuge, steadfast and unshaken
Come unto Me, ye weary
I read of "many mansions" within the House Divine
Alleluia, we sing, like the children bright
Thro' all the changing scenes of life
Father of light, conduct my feet
Sweet is the work, my God, my King
Come, Holy One, in love
On the fount of life eternal
Hail, Columbia, happy land!
Cast thy burden on the Lord
They who seek the throne of grace
Still, still with Thee, when purple morning breaketh
Now the shades of night are gone
Summer suns are glowing
Tranquil and peaceful is the path to heaven
Lord, we come to seek Thy blessing
Gone are those great and good
Lord of earth! Thy forming hand
Heav'nly Father, send Thy blessing
God is love; His mercy brightens
How rich the blessings, O my God
Try us, O God, and search the ground
Flag of the free, fairest to see!
Far from mortal cares retreating
I want the spirit of power within
Should auld acquaintance be forgot
Ye sons of Freedom, wake to glory
Peace, troubled soul! Thou need'st not fear
Lord of all power and might
God of truth, Thy sons should be
In the morning I will pray
A peal of thunder calls the brave
Lo, the Eternal is our Lord

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