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There is a house not made with [by] hands, Eternal
There is a land of pure delight, Where saints immortal reign
There is a path that leads to God, All others go astray
That blissful place is my fatherland
There is a spot to [for] me more dear
There is an hour of peaceful rest
There was a little family [who] lived [up] in Bethany
There was an hour when Christ rejoiced
The land of promise
These mortal joys, how soon they fade
This is the day the Lord hath [has] made, He calls
Thou sacred Spirit, heavenly Dove
Thou whom my soul admires above
The Lord will provide
Thus far my God hath [has] led me on
Thy earthly days of rest we love
Thy mercy, my God, is the theme of my song
Thy people, Lord, have ever found
Thy presence, gracious God, afford
Time is winging us away
Time like a fleeting shadow flies
Time speeds away, away, away
Time, what an empty [fleeting] vapor 'tis
'Tis a point I long to know
'Tis by the faith of joys to come
'Tis finished, so the Savior cried, and meekly
'Tis finished, the conflict is past
'Tis midnight, and on Olive's brow
'Tis my desire with God to walk
'Tis my happiness below
'Tis religion that can give sweetest pleasures
'Tis sweet to rest in lively hope
To Christ, the Lord, let every tongue its noblest tribute bring
To God the only wise, our Savior and our King
To heaven I lift my waiting eyes
To leave my dear friends, and with [from] my neighbors [kindred] to depart
To thee, again, my [our] gracious God
To thee, my Shepherd [Savior] and my Lord [Lamb]
To those who know the Lord, I speak
To thy temple we repair
Triumphant Zion, lift thy head
Unvail [Unveil] thy bosom, faithful tomb
Up, haste to Calvary, my soul
Up to thy throne, O God of love
Vain, delusive world, adieu
Vital spark of heavenly flame
Wait, O my soul, thy [the] Maker's will
We are a garden walled around
We speak of the realms of the blest
We've no abiding city here

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