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Let every mortal ear attend
Fly away to the promised land
There's not a bright and beaming smile
Prayer is appointed to convey
Sweet the moments, rich in blessing
How vain is all beneath the skies!
And are we yet alive
Oft in the stilly night
Lo, God is here, let us adore
Sweet is the work, my God, my King
Sinners, turn! why will you die
Through every age, eternal God
Alas, and did my Savior bleed?
Loud swell the pealing organ's notes
How large the promise, how divine
Thine earthly Sabbaths, Lord, we love
Unveil thy bosom, faithful tomb!
Soldiers of the cross, arise!
From whence doth this union arise
Fading, still fading, the last beam is shining
At anchor laid, remote from home
My God, permit me not to be a stranger
Hark, from the tombs a doleful sound
I love thy kingdom, Lord
From every stormy wind that blows
Lo, what an enetertaining sight
In robes of judgment, lo! he comes
The God we worship now
With songs and honors sounding loud
The pearl that worldlings covet
Glory to God on high!
When overwhelmed with grief
How beauteous are their feet
Far from my thoughts, vain world! be gone
When shall we meet again
Show pity, Lord, O Lord, forgive
Oh, land of rest, for thee I sigh
The Lord descended from above
O come, come away! the Sabbath morn is passing
O thou to whom all creatures bow
Savior, breathe an evening blessing
Amazing grace, how sweet the sound
Come sinners to the gospel feast
O when shall I see Jesus
Just as I am, without one plea
And must this body die
How cheering the thought, that the spirits in bliiss
While life prolongs its precious light
Thou great Instructor lest I stray,
How pleasant, how divinely fair

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