| Hymn Texts by Allen W. Chatfield — view pages | As |  |  |  |  |
| Again we hail the opening morn (2) | Allen William Chatfield |
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| And now again at night | Allen W. Chatfield (Translator) |
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| Awake, our lute, the child to sing | Allen W. Chatfield (Translator) |
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| For by what other name | Allen W. Chatfield (Translator) |
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| Forever we would gaze on thee | Allen William Chatfield |
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| Glory to God in the highest, and upon earth peace | Allen W. Chatfield (Translator) |
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| Glory to God in the highest shall be our song (2) | Allen William Chatfield |
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| I first invented in Thy praise | Allen W. Chatfield (Translator) |
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| Lift up thyself, my soul (2) | Allen W. Chatfield (Translator) |
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| Lord Jesu [Jesus], think on me (50) | Allen William Chatfield |
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| Man can build nothing worthy of his Maker | Allen William Chatfield |
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| O bride of Christ on high (2) | Allen William Chatfield |
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| O Christ the King, since breath pent up | Allen William Chatfield |
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| O Christ the King! since breath pent up so long | Allen W. Chatfield (Translator) |
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| O soul of mine, repining | Allen W. Chatfield (Translator) |
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| O Thou, the King of saints, all-conquering Word | Allen W. Chatfield (Translator) |
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| O Thou, the One Supreme | Allen W. Chatfield (Translator) |
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| O Thou, the Word of truth divine! | Allen W. Chatfield (Translator) |
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| O! 'Tis no theme of common things (2) | Allen W. Chatfield (Translator) |
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| Praise the Lord O ye his servants (2) | Allen W. Chatfield (Translator) |
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| Praise the Name of the Lord: | Allen W. Chatfield (Translator) |
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| Propitious Light of holy glory | Allen W. Chatfield (Translator) |
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| The Bridegroom cometh, overhead | Allen William Chatfield |
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| The first Eternal Mind was law to all | Allen W. Chatfield (Translator) |
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| Thee, with the holy self-sprung Fount, we sing | Allen W. Chatfield (Translator) |
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| Thou art blessed, O Lord, who nourishest me from my youth | Allen W. Chatfield (Translator) |
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| 'Tis dawn: to God I lift my hand (2) | Allen W. Chatfield (Translator) |
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| To thee at evening gray (2) | Allen William Chatfield |
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| To Thee, much loved, be honour paid | Allen W. Chatfield (Translator) |
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| Wake, wake, I pray thee, shrill-toned lyre! (2) | Allen W. Chatfield (Translator) |
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