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Brotherly love
How sweet the name of Jesus sounds
How tedious and tasteless [restless and tiresome] the hours
How vain are all things here below
I asked the Lord that I might grow In faith, and love, and every grace
I love the Lord, he heard my cries
I would not live alway [always], I ask not to stay
I'm not ashamed to own my Lord, who lives by angels
Jerusalem, my happy home, O how I long for thee
Jesus, and shall it ever be
Jesus, great Shepherd of the [thy] sheep
Jesus, my [mine] [our] all, to heaven is [has] gone
Let me but hear my [the] Savior say
Let others boast how strong they be [are]
Let saints below in concert sing [join]
Let sinners take their course
Let thy Kingdom, blessed Savior
Let worldly minds the world pursue
Lord, at thy table I [we] behold The wonders of thy grace
Lord, dismiss us with Thy [your] blessing, Fill our
Lord, in the morning thou shalt hear My voice ascending high
Blind Bartimeus
My dearest friends in bonds of love
My God, the spring of all my joys
My hope, my all, my Savior, Thou to thee
My soul be on thy [your] guard
Now the Savior stands [standeth] [standing] a-pleading [and pleading]
O for a closer walk with God
O help us Lord each hour of need
O that I knew the secret place
I am bound for the promised land
Prayer is the soul's [heart's] [saint's] sincere desire
Say, sinner, hath a voice within
See, the eternal Judge descending
See what a living stone
Show pity Lord, O Lord, forgive
Sinner, art thou [are you] still secure [sincere]
Sweet is the memory of thy grace
Sweet is the work, my [O] [our] God, [and] [my] [our] King
The billows swell, the winds are high
The day is past and gone, the evening shades appear
The Lord into his garden comes
The Lord my Shepherd is, I shall be well supplied
There is a house not made with [by] hands, Eternal
There is a land of pure delight, Where saints immortal reign
Thou hidden source of calm repose
Thus far the Lord hath [has] led me on
Vain man [men], thy [your] fond pursuits forbear
We've no abiding city here
What poor despised company

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