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Praise Ye Jehovah's Name, |
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Rise, Crowned with light, |
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Saw Ye Never in the Twilight, |
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Scenes That Are Brighest, |
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Search Thro' the Wide World, |
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See the Proud Banner of Liberty, |
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See the Sun's First Gleam, |
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See Yon Chapel on the Hill, |
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Shall We Meet Beyond the River, |
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She Wore a Wreath of Roses, |
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Should Auld Acquaintance, |
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Sleep, Sleep, My Darling, |
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softly Now the Light of Day, |
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Soldiers' Chorus (" Faust'*) |
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Songs, Revealing Sacred Feeling, |
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Sons of Men, Beheld From Far, |
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Sound Our Voices Long and Sweet. |
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Strawberries Grow in the Mowing, |
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Sweeter than the Breath of Morning, |
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Swinging 'Neath the Old Apple Tree, |
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Swing Low, Sweet Chariot, |
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Tell Me, Beautiful Maiden, |
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The Morn of Life is Past, |
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rhe Son of God Goes Forth to War, |
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[The World is Full of Beauty, |
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There is Beauty in the Forest, |
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There's a Wedding in Orchard, |
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Thine Eyes so Blue and Dreaming, |
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Those Endearing Young Charms, |
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Thou 'rt Like Unto a Flower, |
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Time of the Singing of Birds, |
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'Twas in Fifty-five, on a Winter's |
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Twinkle BrighUy, Stars of Night, |
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Under the Shade of the Trees, |
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Verdant Grove, Farewell to Thee, |
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■'Way Down upon the Swanee River, |
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We May Roam the Wide World Over, |
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Welcome, Pretty Primrose, |
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What Pleasure Folks Feel, |
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What Song Does the Cricket Sing, |
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When All the World is Young, |
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When at Twilight So Sofdy, |
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When I was a Beggarly Boy, |
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When Shall We Meet Again? |
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When the Humid Showers Gather, |
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When on the World's First Harvest Day, |
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When the Swallows Homeward Fly, |
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Where is Now the Merry Party , |
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Where Will Be the Birds that Sing, |
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Who is He Plants for Days to Come |
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Why Do Summer Roses Fade? |
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Will You Walk into My Parlor? |
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Willie, We Have Missed You, |
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With this Humble Stock in Store, |
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Woodman, Spare That Tree, |
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Ye Sons of France, Awake to Glory, |
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