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There is the home, the land of birth . .
There's joy in heaven, when falls the tear.
There sin shall never more annoy . .

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These eyes that were half closed in death.

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These lucid moments suddenly present .

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They may, they do forget-even they whose thoughts .. 48
They say, who know the life divine . .

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Think not of rest : though dreams be sweet.
Think’st thou the man whose mansions hold
This book, this holy book, on every line .
This hope is earth's most estimable prize .

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This is the bud of being, the dim dawn .
This sacred shade and solitude, what is it .

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Though art gone to the grave, but we will not deplore thee 324
Thou art our Refuge: in the day. .
Thou art the Way-and he who sighs
Thou hidden love of God, whose height .
Thou high and lofty One, afar
Thou soft-flowing Kedron ! by thy limpid stream .
Though His majesty be great
Though remorseless disease rob my cheek of its bloom
Though sin would fill me with distress
Though sunless, moonless, starless seem .
Though the heart that sorrow chideth ..

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Though unindulged His living oracles .

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Thus in Thy Spirit, on Thy day .

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Thus to relieve the wretched was his pride.
Thy neighbour? it is he whom thou.
Thy wisdom guides, Thy will directs
Time was, is past; thou canst not it recal.

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Time well employ'd is Satan's deadliest foe.

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Tipp'd by the sun's emerging beams. .
'Tis done! the precious ransom's paid .

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'Tis evening—'tis the gentle hour .
'Tis greatly wise to talk with our past hours

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'Tis Jesus' voice shall bid us rise .

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'Tis past, 'tis o'er !—now rest how sweet .

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True charity, a plant divinely nurs'd.
True happiness had no localities :
True happiness is not the growth of earth.
'Twas early day—and sunlight stream'd .

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Unchang'd that voice and though not yet.
Unmoved with fear . . . .

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Wait not until prayer be ended .
We speak of the realms of the blest.
Weep not for the saint that ascends .
Welcome sweet hour of full discharge
What are the mines of shining wealth
What is Heaven ? a resting place .
What is the Christian ? If that name be thine
What is the thing of greatest price.
What shall we offer Thee, Thou God of love
What sinners value, I resign. .
What though sometimes He hide His countenance.
Whate'er its form, whate'er its flow.
Whatever passes as a cloud between i
When all these wondrous names I view .
When first thine eyes unveil, give thy soul leave
When gathering clouds around I view ..
When groves by moonlight silence keep ..
When I can trust my all with God . .
When in the volume of that book .
When languor and disease invade.
When Memory pours the silent tear.
When musing sorrow weeps the past
When nature sinks beneath disease .
When overwhelm'd with grief .
When pining sickness wastes the frame .
When soon or late this feeble breath
When the soft dews of kindly sleep .

When the spark of life is waning . .
When Time's allotted course is done.
Where are the dead? In heaven or hell
Where can the mourner go . .
Where shall the weary rest .
Where shall Wisdom's light be found
Where then my boast of immortality
While truth our track across the desert guides
While with my lips that love I own.
Who feels the worth of peace? He who has lost .
Who is God's chosen priest . .
Who is my mother, or my brethren.
Whom should we love like Thee . .
Why did I leave the narrow path
Why should I mourn, though doom'd to go.
Why should our trembling spirit sink
Wi' serious face they round the ingle
With blood, but not his own-the awful sign
With doubts, and fears, and cares opprest .
With many a pang my heart is heaving ..
With silent awe, I hail the sacred morn ,
With weary steps, yet bright and hopeful eyes
Within the temple slept the child .
Without Thy aid, my spirit sinks oppress'd.
Would you find the Saviour . .
Wouldst thon the pangs of guilt assuage.

Years have been lost! up, stir thee to redeem
Yes, love indeed is light from heaven
Yes, often has adversity .
Yes, oh my God, I love Thy will .
Yes, Salem, thou shalt rise .
Yet not farewell our hope, since Thou hast deign'd
Yield to the Lord with simple heart.

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