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’Twas on that dark, that doleful night
Alas, what hourly dangers rise
And are we yet alive
And must I part with all I have
Arise, my soul, arise
Arm of the Lord, awake, awake (Shrubsole)
As when the weary traveller gains
Awake our souls, away our fears
Awake, my soul! lift up thine eyes
Away with our sorrow and fear
Behold a Stranger at the door
Behold the Lamb of God
Behold the saviour of mankind
Beneath our feet and o’er our head
Blest be the dear uniting love
Blest is the man whose softening heart
Brother, hast thou wandered far
By cool Siloam’s shady rill
Called as partners in Christ’s service
Christ of all my hopes the ground
Come, my soul, thy suit prepare
Come, said Jesus’ sacred voice
Come, sinner, to the gospel feast
Come, weary souls with sin distressed
Come, ye that know and fear the Lord
Come, ye that love the Savior’s name
Congregational Christian Church and United Church of Christ hymnody, USA
Day of judgment, day of wonders
Dear Angel! ever at my side
Dear Refuge of my weary soul
Elizabeth Barrett Browning
Fairest Lord Jesus
For ever with the Lord
Forth from the dark and stormy sky
Fountain of grace, rich, full, and free
From Greenland’s icy mountains
George N. Allen
Gilbert Rorison
Give me the wings of faith to rise
God is a name my soul adores
God is love: His mercy brightens
God is the refuge of his saints
God named Love, whose fount Thou art
Great God, to Thee my evening song
Great Shepherd of thy people, hear
Happy Soul, thy Days are ended
Hark! The song of Jubilee
Hark! the voice of love and mercy
Hark, my soul! it is the Lord
He knelt, the Saviour knelt and prayed
Henry Ward Beecher
High in the heavens, eternal God
Hosanna to the living Lord
How beauteous were the marks divine
How blest the righteous when he dies
How blest the sacred tie that binds
How happy are they
How happy is the pilgrim’s lot
How high Thou art! our songs can own
How lost was my condition
How precious is the book divine
How sweet the name of Jesus sounds
How tedious and tasteless the hours
Hush, my dear, lie still and slumber
I worship Thee, sweet will of God
I would not live alway
I’m not ashamed to own my Lord
If human kindness meets return
In all my Lord’s appointed ways
In evil long I took delight
In the hour of my distress
Jacque Browning Jones
Jesus my strength, my hope
Jesus, and didst Thou condescend
Jesus, at thy command
Jesus, I my cross have taken
Jesus, Lord, we look to Thee
Jesus, my all to Heaven is gone
Jesus, thou divine companion
Kindred in Christ, for his dear sake
Lamb of God, whose dying love
Lamp of our feet, whereby we trace
Let party names no more
Let saints on earth in concert sing
Like Noah’s weary dove
Lo! He comes with clouds descending
Lord, while for all mankind we pray
Lowly and solemn be
Meet and right it is to sing
Mighty God, while angels bless thee
Mission hymnody, USA
Mortals, awake, with angels join
Must Jesus bear the cross alone
My God, my King, thy various praise
My spirit longs for thee
My spirit on Thy care
No more, my God, I boast no more
Now I have found the ground wherein
Now that the Day-star doth arise
Now the Saviour stands a pleading
O blest Creator of the Light (Caswall)
O for a glance of heavenly day
O gift of gifts! O grace of faith!
O God! by whom the seed is given
O God, thou art my God alone
O Holy Saviour, friend unseen
O Lord! how happy should we be
O Lord, I would delight in thee
O Love Divine, how sweet thou art
O the delights, the heavenly joys
O thou by long experience tried
O Thou who driest the mourner’s tear
O Thou whose tender mercy hears
O where are kings and empires now
O’er the gloomy hills of darkness
Of all the thoughts of God, that are
Our blest Redeemer, ere he breathed
Our country is Immanuel’s ground
Palms of glory, raiment bright
Plunged in a gulf of deep despair
Precious Lord, take my hand
Publishing and publishers, USA
Quiet, Lord, my froward heart
Rejoice for a brother deceased
Return, O wanderer, return
Rise, glorious Conqueror, rise
Robert Burns
Salvation! O the joyful sound
Saviour, breathe an evening blessing
Saviour, visit thy plantation
See how great a flame aspires
Servant of God, well done
Show pity, Lord, O Lord, forgive
Softly now the light of day
Stand the omnipotent decree
Still, still with Thee, when purple morning breaketh
Stop, poor sinner! stop and think
Sweet is the work, my God, my King
That mystic word of Thine, O sovereign Lord
The day is past and gone
The Lord is my shepherd, no want shall I know
The Saviour calls; let every ear
The turf shall be my fragrant shrine
There is a happy land
There is an hour of peaceful rest
Thou hidden Source of calm repose
Thou Judge of quick and dead
Thy home is with the humble, Lord
To our Redeemer’s glorious name
To thee, my God and Saviour
To thy pastures fair and large
Tossed upon life’s raging billow
Walk in the light: so shalt thou know
We are a garden walled around
We are living, we are dwelling
Welcome, sweet day of rest
What are these arrayed in white
What are these in bright array
What shall I render to my God (Watts)
What various hindrances we meet
When God of old came down from heaven
When Jesus’ friend had ceased to be
When languor and disease invade
When our heads are bowed with woe
When spring unlocks the flowers to paint the laughing soil
While Thee I seek, protecting Power
While with ceaseless course the sun
With joy we meditate the grace
With tearful eyes I look around
Witness, ye men and angels now
Ye boundless realms of joy
Ye servants of God, your Master proclaim
Your harps, ye trembling saints

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