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Away from ev'ry mortal care

Meter: 8.8.8.8 Appears in 77 hymnals
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Bless, O my soul, the living God

Meter: 8.8.8.8 Appears in 302 hymnals Lyrics: 1 Bless, O my soul, the living God; Call home thy thoughts that rove abroad, Let all the pow'rs within me join In work and worship so divine. 2 Bless, O my soul, the God of grace; His favours claim thy highest praise; Why should ungrateful silence hide The blessings which his hands provide? 3 'Tis he, my soul, that sent his Son To die for crimes which thou hast done; He owns the ransom, and forgives The hourly follies of our lives. 4 The vices of the mind he heals, And cures the pains that nature feels-- Redeems the soul from hell, and saves Our wasting life from threat'ning graves. 5 Our youth decay'd his pow'r repairs; His mercy crowns our growing years; He fills our store with ev'ry good, And feeds our souls with heav'nly food. 6 He sees th' oppressor and th' opprest, And often gives the suff'rer rest; But will his justice more display In the last great rewarding day.
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Guide me, O thou great Jehovah

Author: Peter Williams; William Williams, 1717-1791 Appears in 1,866 hymnals
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How condescending, and how kind

Author: Isaac Watts, 1674-1748 Appears in 192 hymnals
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There is a fountain fill'd with blood

Meter: 8.6.8.6 Appears in 2,545 hymnals Lyrics: 1 There is a fountain fill'd with blood Drawn from Immanuel's veins; And sinners, plung'd beneath that flood Lose all their guilty stains. 2 The dying thief rejoic'd to see That fountain in his day; O may I there, tho' vile as he, Wash all my sins away! 3 Dear dying Lamb, thy precious blood Shall never lose its power 'Till all the ransom'd Church of God Be sav'd to sin no more. 4 E'er since, by faith, I saw the stream Thy flowing wounds supply, Redeeming love has been my theme And shall be 'till I die. 5 But when this lisping, stammering tongue Lies silent in the grave. Then in a nobler, sweeter song I'll sing thy power to save.
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There is a land of pure delight

Meter: 8.6.8.6 Appears in 1,421 hymnals
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I waited patient for the Lord

Meter: 8.6.8.6 Appears in 108 hymnals
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As birds their infant brood protect

Meter: 8.8.8.8 Appears in 31 hymnals Lyrics: 1 As birds their infant brood protect And spread their wings to shelter them; Thus saith the Lord to his elect, "So shall I guard Jerusalem." 2 And what then is Jerusalem, This darling object of his care? Where is its worth in God's esteem? Who built it?--who inhabits there? 3 Jehovah founded it in blood, The blood of his incarnate Son; There dwell the saints, once foes to God The sinners whom he calls his own. 4 There, though besieg'd on ev'ry side, Yet much belov'd and guarded well; From age to age they have defied The utmost force of earth and hell. 5 Let earth repent, and hell despair, This city hath a sure defence; Her name is call'd "The Lord is there," And who has power to drive them thence. Scripture: Ezekiel 48:35
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Thus we commemorate the day

Meter: 8.6.8.6 Appears in 32 hymnals Lyrics: 1 Thus we commemorate the day, On which our dearest Lord was slain; Thus we our pious homage pay, Till he appears on earth again. 2 Come, great Redeemer, open wide The curtains of the parting sky; On a bright cloud in triumph ride, And on th wind's swift pinions fly. 3 Come, King of kings, with thy bright train, Cherubs, and seraphs, heavenly hosts; Assume thy right, enlarge thy reign, As far as earth extends her coasts. 4 Come, Lord, and where thy cross once stood, There plant thy banner, fix thy throne; Subdue the rebels by thy word, And claim the nations for thy own.

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