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And must this body die
A broken heart, my God! my King!
A charge to keep I have
A few more years shall roll
A little child the Saviour came
Abide with me! Fast falls the eventide
According to thy gracious word
Again our earthly cares we leave
Again the day returns of holy rest
Again the Lord of life and light
Ah! how shall fallen man
All praise to thee, O Lord
All that I was--my sin, my guilt
Almighty God! thy word is cast
An early temple here we raise
And dost thou say, "Ask what thou wilt"?
Angels, roll the rock away
As when the weary traveler gains
At the Lamb's high feast we sing
At thy command, our dearest Lord!
Author of faith, eternal Word
Awake, and sing the song
Awake, my soul, and with the sun
Awake, my soul, in joyful lays
Awake, my tongue! thy tribute bring
Awake, our souls! away, our fears!
Awaked by Sinai's awful sound
Alas! and did my Saviour bleed
And will the Judge descend?
Another day has passed along
Arise, O King of grace! arise
Arm of the Lord! awake, awake
Awake, my soul! stretch every nerve
Alas! what hourly dangers rise
All hail the glorious morn
All hail the power of Jesus' name!
All people that on earth do dwell
All praise to thee, eternal Lord!
All praise to thee, my God! this night
Ah, wretched, vile, ungrateful heart
All ye who seek for sure relief
Am I a soldier of the cross
Amazing grace! how sweet the sound
And must I part with all I have
As pants the hart for cooling streams
As pants the hart for water-brooks
And shall I sit alone
And will the great eternal God
Approach, my soul, the mercy-seat
Arise, my soul, fly up and run

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