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Loud let the tuneful trumpet sound

Hymnal: CDRS1825 #S79 (1825) Meter: 8.8.8.8 Lyrics: 1 Loud let the trumpet sound, And spread the joyful tidings round; Let ev'ry soul with transport hear, And hail the Lord's accepted year. 2 Ye debtors, whom he gives to know, That you ten thousand talents owe, When humble at this feet you fall, Your gracious God forgives them all. 3 Slaves, that have borne the heavy chain Of sin and hell's tyrannic reign, To liberty assert your claim, And urge the great Redeemer's name. 4 The rich inheritance of heaven, Your joy, your hope is freely given; Fair Salem you arrival waits, With golden streets and pearly gates. 5 Her bless'd inhabitants no more Bondage and poverty deplore; No debt, but love immensely great, Their joys still rises with the debt. 6 O happy souls that know the sound, Celestial light their steps surround, And shew the jubilee begun, Which thro' eternal years shall run. Scripture: Psalm 89:15 Languages: English
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Lord, at thy sacred feet

Hymnal: CDRS1825 #S75 (1825) Meter: 6.6.8.6 Lyrics: 1 Lord, at thy sacred feet Joyful would we appear; Within thy earthly temple meet, To see thy glory here. 2 We come to worship thee, For thou art God alone; In humble prayer to bend the knee, Before thy holy throne. 3 Thy word is our delight, Thy truth will make us free; 'Tis from thyself a heavenly light, It leads our souls to thee. 4 Thy goodness we behold, While in thy presence, Lord' Thy wond'rous truth and love unfold, The treasures of thy word. 5 In all our meetings here, Our souls are bless'd with good; Thou wilt to waiting minds be near, And give thy children food! 6 So will we render praise To thee, the God of love; With pleasure walk in all thy ways, Till we shall meet above. Languages: English
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Lord, at thy temple we appear

Hymnal: CDRS1825 #S76 (1825) Meter: 8.6.8.6 Scripture: Luke 2:27 Languages: English
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Lord, I cannot let thee go

Hymnal: CDRS1825 #S77 (1825) Meter: Irregular Scripture: Genesis 32:26 Languages: English
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Lord, 'tis a pleasant thing to stand

Hymnal: CDRS1825 #S78 (1825) Meter: 8.8.8.8 Languages: English
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Magnificent free grace, arise

Hymnal: CDRS1825 #S80 (1825) Meter: 8.8.8.8 Lyrics: 1 Magnificent free grace, arise, Outshine the thoughts of shallow men; Sov'reign, preventing all surprize, To him that neither will'd nor ran. 2 Grand as the bosom whence thou flow'd, Kind as the heart that gave thee vent; Rich as the gift that God bestow'd, And lovely like the Christ he sent. 3 Sin reign'd to death; but over sin And death, with more impartial sway, Grace spreads her more extensive reign, And does eternal life convey. 4 For us Salvation wide displays, Her ample all-refreshing wing; Safe in the shade free grace we praise, And all its peerless glories sing. Languages: English
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Make up thy jewels, Lord, and shew

Hymnal: CDRS1825 #S81 (1825) Meter: 8.8.8.8 Lyrics: 1 Make up thy jewels, Lord, and shew, The glorious spotless church below, The fellowship of saints make known, And oh my God, might I be one. 2 O might my lot be cast with these, The least of Jesus' witnesses. O that my Lord would count me meet, To wash his dear disciples feet. 3 To wait upon his saints below, On gospel errands for them go, Enjoy the grace to angels giv'n, And serve the royal heirs of heav'n. Languages: English
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Mark the soft-falling snow

Hymnal: CDRS1825 #S82 (1825) Meter: Irregular Lyrics: 1 Mark the soft-falling snow, And the descending rain: To heav'n, from whence it fell, It turns not back again; But waters earth Through ev'ry pore, And calls forth all Her secret store. 2 Array'd in beauteous green, The hills and vallies shine; And man and beast are fed by providence divine. The harvest bows Its golden ears, The copious seed Of future years. 3 "So," saith the God of grace, "My gospel shall descend, "Almighty to effect "The purpose I intend. "Millions of souls "Shall feel its pow'r, "And bear it down "To millions more." Languages: English
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My dear Redeemer, and my Lord

Hymnal: CDRS1825 #S83 (1825) Meter: 8.8.8.8 Languages: English
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My God, how endless is thy love!

Hymnal: CDRS1825 #S84 (1825) Meter: 8.8.8.8 Scripture: Lamentations 3:23 Languages: English

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