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Draw aside the snowy curtains
Song of the union
Far from mortal cares retreating
Father and Friend, Thy light, thy love
Grant thy blessing
For a season called to part
For freedom, the soul of our nation
Great God, thy face I cannot see
Then drink your fill
Hark, I hear an angel sing
Draw your sword for man's redemption
Hark, what sweet voices do I hear
He is thy brother yet
The sun bright clime
Hear the wild bird sweetly sing
The two southern mothers
Heaven is it a place
Lord, what a feeble piece
Let charity abide in thy heart
Mortals, awake, with angels join
Kiss me goodnight, mother
I'm With Thee Still
We have yielded up our darling
My country, 'tis of thee, Sweet land of liberty
The shining shore
Thy will be done
Not Greenland's icy mountains
Our souls for truth prepare
Now let our voices join
Come with a smiling face
South Carolina's goodbye to Yankee Doodle
The world is what we make it
O for a breeze of heavenly love
Good morning
O living were a bitter thing
Loving and forgiving
O take me home, I cannot bear
O teach me not the barren creed
Be slow to condemn
Father, I thank thee that I live
O where shall rest be found
Looking for a better life
Willie, we have missed you
On Jordan's stormy [rugged] banks I stand, And cast a wishful eye
The origin of Yankee Doodle
One by one they crossed the river
Part in peace, with deep thanksgiving
Peeping through her purple bars
Prayer is the soul's [heart's] [saint's] sincere desire
Kingdom coming

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