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From all that's mortal, all that's vain
O no, we cannot sing the song
Review the palsied sinner's case
Now shall my soul in God rejoice
Father of all, omniscient mind
All glory be to God on high
I have fought the good fight, I have finished my race
Our Father in heaven we hallow thy name
Those evening bells—those evening bells
It is not that my lot is low
I'm a lonely traveler here
'Tis finished, so the Saviour cried
Shall the vile race of flesh and blood
When strangers stand and hear me tell
Is this the kind return
How happy is the pilgrim's lot
My tho'ghts that often mount the skies go search
Lift up your heads in joyful hope
Lord, in thy great, thy glorious name
Ah lovely appearance of death
Hark! how the gospel trumpet sounds!
Hearken ye sprightly and attend ye vain ones
No burning heats by day
The day has come, the joyful day
Now I lay be down to sleep
Enlisted into the cause of sin
Our life is ever on the wing
There comes a day, a fearful day
Who, from the shades of gloomy night
Forgive the song that falls so low
Arise, my soul, arise
Farewell honor's empty pride
The God of Abr'am praise
Thou art gone to the grave, we no longer behold thee
Blessed, Blessed, Blessed be the Lord forevermore
Glory to God in the highest
Since man by sin has lost his God
Pass a few swiftly fleeting years
O thou that hear'st the prayer of faith
Far from the world, O Lord, I flee
We shall see a light appear

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