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At Even, Ere the Sun Was Set
Take up thy cross, the Saviour said
With tearful eyes I look around
I Thirst, Thou Wounded Lamb of God
Like shadows gliding o'er the plain
Oh, deem not they are blest alone
Be with me, Lord, where'er I go
Now Let Our Mournful Songs Record
Sun of my soul, Thou Saviour dear
From eventide to eventide
How Shall the Young Direct Their Way?
Lord, speak to me, that I may speak
Thou gracious God, Whose mercy lends
My God, how endless is thy love
O Christ, the Healer
Asleep in Jesus! blessed sleep
O for that flame of living fire
O Love Divine, that stooped to share
Father of Heaven, Whose Love Profound
O Thou, who camest from above
O Christ, You Wept When Grief Was Raw
Not ashamed of Jesus
Be still, my soul, for God is near
Christ in the City
O God of love, O King of peace
A little child the Saviour came
Forth in the Peace of Christ We Go
Awhile in spirit, Lord, to Thee
O God, whose presence glows in all
Not always on the mount may we
Lord of All Nations, Grant Me Grace
I Lay My Sins on Jesus
All things are thine; no gift have we
O blest the souls that see and hear
O Blessed Day When First Was Poured
Now let my soul, Eternal King
There is none other name than thine
We Sing the Praise of Him Who Died
The fleeting day is nearly gone
To thee, Eternal soul, be praise!
O Master, let me walk with Thee
My Soul Now Magnifies the Lord (Magnificat-Song of Mary)
O Lord, who numberest all our days
Dear Lord, who sought at dawn
Not long on Hermon's holy height
We all must work, with head or hand
Again, as evening's shadow falls
Behold, the Master passeth by!
God of my life, O Lord most high
God of my life, to Thee I call!

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