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From Greenland's icy mountains
From vocal air and concave skies
God moves in a mysterious way
God is our refuge in distress
Give me the wings of faith, to rise
Guide us, O thou great Jehovah !
Hark! the glad sound, the Saviour comes
Hark! the herald angels sing

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Hark! what mean those holy voices

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How sweet the name of Jesus sounds
How sweet the hour of closing day
I know that my Redeemer lives......
I'll praise my Maker while I've breath.
In memory's tablet fair and clear
In vain our fancy strives to paint
In sleep's serene oblivion laid.
In the cross of Christ I glory
Is there a time when moments flow
Jesus! and shall it ever be....

Jesus shall reign, where'er the sun
Lord of the worlds above

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Lord, when our off'rings we present
My shepherd is the living Lord
My God! how endless is thy love!
Now may fervent pray'r arise.
O'er the gloomy hills of darkness
O God! our help in ages past
O God our Lord, how wonderful
O, for an overcoming faith

O God, my strength and fortitude

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O praise the Lord, praise ye his name
Pray'r is the soul's sincere desire
Plung'd in a gulph of dark despair
See the leaves around us falling
Sweet is the work, my God, my King
Spirit of truth, on this thy day
Salvation! oh the joyful sound!
Sabbath days were ne'er intended
Send down, O Lord, on all our youth
The day of wrath! that dreadful day!
The Lord my pasture shall prepare
The spacious firmament on high
There is a calm for those that weep
This is the day the Lord hath blest
The Lord will come the earth shall quake

The heav'ns declare thy glory Lord

The Lord, who once on Calv'ry bled

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Thy presence, gracious Lord, afford
Thou art the Way--to thee alone
There is a land of pure delight
Thou Judge of quick and dead!
To God, the only wise

To-morrow, Lord, is thine

To Jordan's banks the Saviour's fame

Up to the hills I lift mine eyes ......
When all thy mercies, O my God

We've no continuing city here
Welcome, sweet day of rest

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What sinners value I resign

When gath'ring clouds around I view
When the soft dews of kindly sleep
We give immortal praise.....
When I can read my title clear
When Israel, by divine command
Ye gates and everlasting doors
Your harps, ye trembling saints

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ENTERED AT STATIONERS' hall.

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