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Jesus, thou mighty God of all
Ere Mountains Reared Their Forms Subline
O thou to whose all-searching sight
Thy will Be Done, I Will Not Fear
Jesus shall reign where'er the sun
There is a God! All nature speaks
Glory to Thee, my God, this night
Bondage and death the cup contains
The morning dawns upon the place
When like a stranger on our sphere
Your Supper, Lord, Before Us Spread
Rocked in the cradle of the deep
Lord of the Sabbath, hear us pray
O Christ, with each returning morn
Lo! God is here;; let us adore
Say, sinner, hath a voice within
O turn, great Ruler of the skies
Today, if you will hear his voice
Stretched on the cross, the Saviour dies
'Tis midnight; and on Olive's brow
With all my powers of heart and tongue
Hath not thy heart within thee burned
Abide not in the realm of dreams
"'Tis finished!"—so the Saviour cried
Wait, O my soul, thy Maker's will
Go, Labor On; Spend and be Spent
Love the chief joy
Lord Jesus, when we stand afar
Wherever through the ages rise
Jesus, thy Blood and Righteousness
We sing the praise of Him who died
Great God, we sing that mighty hand
At even ere the sun was set
Wie sicher lebt der Mensch, der Staub
O for that flame of living fire
Beschirm' uns, Herr, bleib' unser Hort
I cannot always trace the way
He wills that I should holy be
I thirst, Thou wounded Lamb of God
How beauteous were the marks divine
Was sind wir arme Menschen hier
"For me"
From every stormy wind that blows
Holy as thou, O Lord, is none
My soul complete in Jesus stands!
Extended on a cursed tree
O love! how deep, how broad, how high
Saviour, I think upon that hour
Lord, who ordainest for mankind
Peace, troubled soul, thou need'st not fear

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