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5 The lids he so seldom could close,

By sorrow forbidden to sleep,
Seald up in eternal repose,

Have strangely forgotten to weep:
The fountain can yield no supplies,

These hollows from water are free,
The tears are all wip'd from these

eyes,
And evil they never shall see.

180 On the death of an eminent Saint. P. M. ON N the everlasting mountains,

Lo, the thirsty, longing soul Drinks, where from a thousand fountains,

Endless joys in rivers roll. 2 Burst the captive from his prison,

Glad to leave the realms of night; Glorious now the exile's risen

To his home, his God, in light. 3 “ Christ, the strength of heav'nly warriors."

Shouts the victor spirit now; “ Arm’d by thee I've storm’d the barriers !

Conquer'd is the haughty foe! 4 Now receive me to the city,

Let me join the happy band; Me the object of thy pity!

Crown me, crown me with thy hand !" 5 Hosts celestial, see it granted !

Praise, in pealinga nthems praise!

Christ the Lord gave all he wanted!

Raise, to Jesus, anthems raise ! 6 On the everlasting mountains,

Lo! the sav'd, th' enraptur'd soul Sings, where from a thousand fountains,

Endless joys in rivers roll.

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Christsthe Lord is ris'n to day...
Children of the heav'nly King.
Clap your hands ye people ali..
Come, ye sin pers, poor and wretched.
Come, Holy Spirit, come...
Come, Holy Ghost, our hearts inspire
Come, Holy Ghost, my heart inspire.....
Come, my soul, thy suit prepare
Come, thou long-expected Jesus...
Come, my Father's family....
Come, thou fount of ev'ry blessing.o.
Come, and let us ascend....
Come, holy, celestial Dove
Come, let us anew.

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Day of judgment, day of wonders !..... Page 168
Descend my gracious God

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E’er I sleep, for ev'ry favour
Encompass'd with clouds of distress.
Eternal Spirit, source of light....

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Far from these narrow scenes of night...... 138
Father how wide thy glories shine

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Father, Son, and Holy Ghost

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Father, our hearts we lift

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Flow fast my tears; the cause is great...... 153

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Gentle Jesus, lovely Lamb
Glory be to God on high
God of my salvation, hear
God of mercy and compassion..
God moves in a mysterious way.
Gracious Spirit, Dove divine
Grace ! 'tis a charming sound....
Great God of wonders! all thy ways.
Ground, O ground me on the Lamb
Guide me, 0 thou great Jehovah

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Hail, thou once despised Jesus !
Hail the day that sees him rise
Hark! in the wilderness a cry!
Hark! how the heav'ns with praises ring!
Hark! the herald-angels sing.
He comes! be comes! the Saviour dear..
He dies ! the friend of sinners dies!........
High on bis everlasting throne,

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