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For Jesus is my constant friend
Ah, give my Lord, my sins to mourn
Ah reign wherever man is found
O give him glory, O give him glory
Amazing grace, how sweet the sound, That saved
Approach, my soul, the mercy seat
Awake, my soul, in [to] joyful [joyous] lays
Be merciful, O God, to me
Begone, unbelief, [for] my [our] Savior is near
Behold that great and awful day
Behold the pilgrim when he dies
Behold the Savior lies
Behold, the warlike trumpets blow
Beside the gospel pool Appointed for the poor
Blest is the man whose tender heart
Bold soldiers all, on you I call
Bright scenes of glory strike my sense
Bright stars of eve, your lucid rays
Burst, ye emerald [pearly] gates, and bring
Cheer up my soul, there is a mercy seat
Children of God renounce your fear
Come all ye who labor with sin's heavy weight
Sing glory, honor to the Lamb [Lord]
Come, all ye [you] wandering [mourning] [Christian], pilgrims dear
Come all ye [you] weary travellers
Come, all you weary pilgrims
I'll praise God and you'll praise God
Come friends and relations let us [come] join heart and hand
Come, let us lift our joyful eyes Up to the [To heavenly] courts above
Come, my soul, thy suit prepare
O glory, glory, hallelujah
Come, saints and sinners, hear me tell
Come, Thou long expected Jesus
Come, we [ye] [you] that love the Lord indeed
Come, ye happy race Who are ransomed
Come, ye that love the Savior's name
Courage, my soul, behold the prize
Day of judgment, day of wonders
Dear brethren and sisters, who love my dear Savior
Dear refuge of my [the] weary soul, On thee, when sorows rise
Dearest Jesus, though unseen, My believing heart must love thee
Death! He [it] is the king of terror [terrors], And a terror to all kings
Don't you see my Jesus coming
Encompassed with clouds of distress
Enlisted into the cause of sin
Ere God had built the mountains
Fain, O my babe [child], I'd have thee know
Far from the world, O Lord, I [I'd] [we] flee
Farewell, my brethren, beloved of the Lord
Farewell, my [dear] brethren in the Lord

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