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All hail the power of Jesus' name!
And will the Judge descend?
As when a weary trav'ler gains
Asleep in Jesus! blessed sleep!
Awake, my soul, and with the sun
Awaked by Sinai's awful sound
Before the heavens were spread abroad
Behold! the morning sun
Come, thou Almighty King
Come, trembling sinner, in whose breast
Farewell, farewell, to all below
Father, I know thy ways are just
Father, whate'er of earthly bliss
Forever with the Lord!
Hark! what mean those holy voices
Hast thou, midst life's empty noises
How perfect is thy word!
I'll away, I'll away to the promised land
I saw beyond the tomb
Lord, in the morning thou shalt hear
Lord of mercy and of might
Lord, with glowing heart I'd praise thee
Remember me, remember me
No night shall be in heaven! no gathering gloom
Oh for a closer walk with God
Oh, had I wings like a dove
We're homeward bound
Soon may the last glad song arise
Sure there's a righteous God
The breaking waves dash'd high
The Lord Jehovah reigns; His throne is built on high
There is a land of pure delight, Where saints immortal reign
This day the Lord hath called his own
Thy goodness, Lord, our souls confess
To bless thy chosen race
Triumphant Zion, Lift thy head
Home beyond the tide
Welcome, sweet day of rest
What cheering words are these!
'Tis a song from the home of the weary
When gath'ring clouds around I view
When shall we meet again
Ye angels, who stand round the throne
Jesus, my all, to heaven is gone
When we, our wearied limbs to rest
From all that dwell below the skies
Another six days' work is done
Sweet is the work, my God! my King!
Oh, happy day, that stays my choice
Sweet peace of conscience, heavenly guest

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