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O bread to pilgrims given
Oh, for a heart to praise my God!
Oh, for a closer walk with God
Oh, for a shout of joy
Oh for a thousand tongues, to sing
Oh, for that tenderness of heart
Oh, gift of gifts! oh, grace of faith!
Oh, glorious hope of perfect love
O God of Abram, by whose hand
O God, thy righteousness we own
O God, whose favorable eye
Oh, happy is the man who hears
Oh, how divine, how sweet the joy
Oh, it is joy for those to meet
O Jesus, at thy feet we wait
O Jesus, in pity draw near
O Lord, another day is flown
O Lord, behold us at thy feet
O LORD! how happy should we be
O Lord! my best desire fulfill
O Lord, thy love's unbounded!
O love divine, how sweet thou art!
Oh, not to fill the mouth of fame
O God! our help in ages past
Oh, praise the Lord! for He is good
Oh, see how Jesus trusts himself
Oh! sweet as vernal dews that fill
Oh, tell me no more Of this world's vain store
Oh, that thou wouldst the heavens rend
O thou, in whose presence my soul takes delight
O THOU, my light, my life, my joy
O THOU my soul, bless God the Lord
O THOU that hearest prayer, Attend our humble cry
O Thou who driest the mourner's tear
O thou, who hast redeemed of old
O thou, whose own vast temple stands
O Thou, whose tender mercy hears
Oh! turn from the wineglass away
Oh, what is life? 'tis like a flower
Oh, when shall we sweetly remove
Oh, when the Sabbath's chiming
Oh, who is it like the Mighty One
Oh, why are you cast down, my soul?
Oh, why despond in life's dark vale?
O'er the gloomy hills of darkness
On Jordan's stormy banks I stand, And cast a wishful eye
On the mountain's top appearing
Once more, before we part
Once more, my soul, the rising day
One sweetly solemn thought

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