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This day, 0 God, thy blessed hand |
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Though sore beset with guilt and fear |
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Though wretchedness unending |
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Thou liquid fire ! like that which glowed |
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Through all the various passing scenes |
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Throughout Columbia's borders |
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Thy gracious aid, 0 God, impart |
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To God the Father, God the Son |
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To Thee, 0 merciful and just |
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United in a peaceful band |
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Vain man. on foolish pleasure bent |
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Watchman, tell us of the night |
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We come, our Father, to thy throne |
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We praise thee, Lord, if but one soul |
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We've heard that round the wine-cup's brim |
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What shall the dying sinner do When God poured out perfection first |
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When we think of chill starvation—Mount Vernon |
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Who are the brave, if they were not |
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Ye captives once to sin and shame |
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