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A charge to keep I have, A God to glorify
Rock of Ages, cleft for me, Let me hide myself in Thee
Salvation, he offers salvation
Gathered home
Soldiers of Christ, arise, and put [gird] your armor
Soldiers of the Lord
Shout hosanna, shout hosanna, to the King of Kings
Jesus, Lover [Savior] of my soul, Let me to thy bosom [refuge] fly
Jesus, my [mine] [our] all, to heaven is [has] gone
Jesus, we look to thee
Joy to the world, the Lord is [has] come
Lord, I am thine, entirely thine, Purchased and saved by blood divine
Even me, even me
Love divine, all loves [love] excelling
Must Jesus bear the [his] cross alone
My country, 'tis of thee, Sweet land of liberty
The shining shore
My faith looks up to thee, Thou Lamb of Calvary
I'll be there, yes, I'll be there
On Christ the solid rock I stand
My soul be on thy [your] guard
Nearer, my God, to thee, nearer to thee
O for a closer walk with God
O for a thousand tongues to sing my great [dear] Redeemer's praise
Happy day, happy day, when Jesus washed my sins away
The cleansing wave
At the fountain
On the mountain [mountain's] top appearing
Revive us again
What a friend we have in Jesus
Alas, and did my Savior bleed? And did my Sovereign die?
All hail the power of Jesus' name, Let angels prostrate fall
Am I a soldier of the cross
And can I yet delay
Tell it to Jesus
Arise, my soul, arise, shake off
This is my story, this is my song
The year of jubilee has come
The call for reapers
I do believe, I now believe
From every stormy wind [sense] that blows
From Greenland's icy mountains
Guide me, O thou great Jehovah
He dies, the friend of sinners dies
Marching on, the heaven above
Holy Father, send thy blessing
How can a sinner know
How happy [happy's] every child of grace, who [that] feels [knows] his sins forgiven
How tedious and tasteless [restless and tiresome] the hours
I am trusting, Lord, in thee

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