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Praise to our Shepherd's gracious name
God with us, O glorious name
Come, ye that know and fear the Lord
The righteous Lord supremely great
Oft have I turn'd my eye within
O my soul, what means this sadness?
When all Thy mercies, O my God
There is a world we have not seen
Jesus, thou art the sinner's friend
If secret fraud should dwell
A fulness resides in Jesus our head
Sweet was the time when first I felt
How are thy servants blest, O Lord!
Blessed Redeemer, how divine
A few more days on earth to spend
Why should a living man complain
A charge to keep I have
A debtor to mercy alone
The billows swell, the winds are high
The cause that is for me too hard
The soul that would to Jesus press
O that I knew the secret place
Thrice happy souls, who, born from heav'n
Every moment brings me nearer
Happiness, thou lovely name
Great God, now condescend
I and my house will serve the Lord
O Lord, another day is flown
On thee, each morning, O my God
Thou, Lord, my safety, thou my Light
Jesus, who knows full well
In vain the giddy world enquires
Believer, lift thy drooping head
Come, humble souls, ye mourners, come
Come, we that love the Lord indeed
Sweet the moments, rich in blessing
Come, ye humble sinner train
Daughters of Zion, ye who sing
Farewell, vain world, I bid adieu
Heal us, Immanuel, here we stand
Arise, my tenderest thoughts, arise
Inquire, ye pilgrims, for the way
Sinners rejoice, its Christ that dy'd
Soldiers of Christ, be bold
Sovereign grace has power alone
Thanks for mercies past, receive
When God his work revives
When those who feared the Lord of old
Ye highly favor'd who profess
Now Lord, thy heav'nly seed is sown

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