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Come, ye that love the Lord

Author: Watts Hymnal: LL1881 #68 (1881) First Line: Come, ye that love the Lord Refrain First Line: We're marching to Zion Lyrics: 1 Come, ye that love the Lord, And let your joys be known, Join in a song with sweet accord, While ye surround his throne! Refrain: We're marching to Zion, Zion the city of love, We're marching to Zion, The heavenly city above. 2 Let those refuse to sing, Who never know our God; But servants of the heav'nly King, May speak their joys abroad. [Refrain] 3 The hill of Zion yields A thousand sacred sweets; Before we reach the heav'nly fields, Or walk the golden streets. [Refrain] Languages: English Tune Title: [Come, ye that love the Lord]
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I want to be a worker

Author: I. B. Hymnal: LL1881 #69 (1881) First Line: I want to be a worker for the Lord Refrain First Line: I will work, I will pray Lyrics: 1 I want to be a worker for the Lord, I want to love and trust his holy word, I want to sing and pray, and be busy ev'ry day In the vineyard of the Lord. Chorus: I will work, I will pray, In the vineyard in the vineyard of the Lord, I will work, I will pray, I will labor ev'ry day In the vineyard of the Lord. 2 I want to be a worker ev'ry day, I want to lead the erring in the way That leads to heav'n above, where all is peace and love, In the kingdom of the Lord. [Chorus] 3 I want to be a worker strong and brave, I want to trust in Jesus' pow'r to save, All who will truly come, shall find a happy home, In the kingdom of the Lord. [Chorus] 4 I want to be a worker, help me Lord, To lead the lost and erring to thy word, That points to joys on high, where pleasures never die, In the kingdom of the Lord. [Chorus] Languages: English Tune Title: [I want to be a worker for the Lord]
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Only waiting

Author: W. G. Irvin Hymnal: LL1881 #70 (1881) First Line: I am waiting for the morning Refrain First Line: I am waiting, only waiting Lyrics: 1 I am waiting for the morning Of the blessed day to dawn, When the sorrow and the sadness Of this fearful life are gone. Chorus: I am waiting, only waiting, Till this weary life is o'er, Only waiting for my welcome, From my Saviour on the other shore. 2 I am waiting, worn and weary, With the battle and the strife, Hoping, when the war has ended, To receive a crown of life. [Chorus] 3 Waiting, hoping, trusting ever, For a home of boundless love, Like a pilgrim looking forward, To the land of bliss above. [Chorus] 4 Waiting for the sun to cheer me With his pure, unmingled light, Waiting for the saints to greet me, In their robes of spotless white. [Chorus] Languages: English Tune Title: [I am waiting for the morning]
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Tidings of salvation

Author: Rev. J. H. Martin Hymnal: LL1881 #71 (1881) First Line: Sweet the tidings of salvation Refrain First Line: Raise a shout of acclamation Lyrics: 1 Sweet the tidings of salvation, Hear, hear the sound, Spread abroad the invitation, Hear, hear the sound. Refrain: Raise a shout of acclamation, Cry aloud this great salvation, Bear the news to ev'ry nation, Hear, hear the sound. 2 Tell the gospel's joyful story, Hear, hear the sound, Publish Jesus and His glory, Hear, hear the sound. [Refrain] 3 Preach a free and full salvation, Hear, hear the sound, Blessed is the proclamation, Hear, hear the sound. [Refrain] Languages: English Tune Title: [Sweet the tidings of salvation]
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Praise for the May

Author: Rev. W. P. Rivers Hymnal: LL1881 #72 (1881) First Line: There's a voice that is calling the children today Refrain First Line: Oh, welcome the beautiful May Lyrics: 1 There's a voice that is calling the children today, Like that of the Lord, saying, "Come unto me!" With the sweetness of heav'n and the breath of the May, Proclaiming to children a glad jubilee. Chorus: Oh, welcome the beautiful May. While nature all music employs, We'll sing to God's praise for the May, And to Jesus, the Spring of our joys. 2 "Lo! the winter is past, and the flowers appear, The singing of birds is now heard ev'rywhere! But the gladness of children to God is more dear, For theirs is the kingdom--they have the Lord's care. [Chorus] 3 Over all the fair land, in their beauty and bloom, Their heart warm and free have a springtime of grace, And the fruits of their summer shall cheer the world's gloom, And brighten and gladden each desolate place. [Chorus] Languages: English Tune Title: [There's a voice that is calling the children today]
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Pascal

Author: Rev. C. F. Deems, D. D. Hymnal: LL1881 #73 (1881) First Line: I shall not want, in deserts wild Lyrics: 1 I shall not want, in deserts wild Thou spreadst Thy table for thy child; While grace in streams for thirsting souls, Thro' earth and heav'n forever rolls. 2 I shall not want, my darkest night, Thy loving smile shall fill with light; While promises around me bloom, And cheer me with divine perfume. 3 I shall not want, Thy righteousness My soul shall clothe with glorious dress, My blood-washed robe shall be more fair, Than garments kings or angels wear. Languages: English Tune Title: PASCAL
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Galilee

Author: R. Morris, D. D., LL.D Hymnal: LL1881 #74 (1881) First Line: Each cooing dove and sighing bough Refrain First Line: O Galilee, Sweet Galilee Lyrics: 1 Each cooing dove and sighing bough, That makes the eve so blest to me, Has something far diviner now; It bears me back to Galilee. Chorus: O Galilee, Sweet Galilee, Where Jesus loved so much to be, O Galilee, Blue Galilee, Come, sing thy song again to me. 2 Each flow'ry glen and mossy dell, Where happy birds in song agree, Thro' sunny morn the praises tell, Of sights and sounds in Galilee. [Chorus] 3 And when I read the thrilling love Of Him who walked upon the sea, I long, oh, how I long once more To follow Him in Galilee. [Chorus] Languages: English Tune Title: [Each cooing dove and sighing bough]
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Andrew

Hymnal: LL1881 #75 (1881) First Line: Thine earthly Sabbaths, Lord, we love Lyrics: 1 Thine earthly Sabbaths, Lord, we love; But there's a nobler rest above, To that our lab'ring souls aspire With ardent pangs of strong desire. 2 No more fatigue, no more distress; Nor sin nor hell shall reach the place; No sighs shall mingle with the songs Which warble from immortal tongues. 3 No rude alarms of raging foes: No cares to break the long repose; No midnight shade, no clouded sun, But sacred, high, eternal noon. Languages: English Tune Title: ANDREW
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Something to do

Author: W. H. Woodall Hymnal: LL1881 #76 (1881) First Line: There's work for the hand, and there's work for the heart Refrain First Line: Work for the aged and work for the young Lyrics: 1 There's work for the hand, and there's work for the heart, Something to do, something to do, And each should be busy performing his part, Something to do, something to do. Refrain: Work for the aged and work for the young, Work for the feeble and work for the strong, Work for us all and excuses for none, Something just now to do, Something to do, Something to do, Something just now to do. 2 The sick must be sooth'd and the hungry be fed, Something to do, something to do, The naked be clothed and the erring be led, Something to do, something to do. [Refrain] 3 The Master says "work" and has led us the way, Something to do, something to do, He say "not tomorrow, the time is today," Something to do, something to do. [Refrain] Languages: English Tune Title: [There's work for the hand, and there's work for the heart]
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Ashamed of Jesus!

Hymnal: LL1881 #77b (1881) First Line: Jesus, and shall it ever be Lyrics: 1 Jesus, and shall it ever be, A mortal man ashamed of thee! Ashamed of thee, whom angels praise, Whose glories shine through endless days! 2 Ashamed of Jesus! sooner far Let even blush to own a star; He shed the beams of light divine O'er this benighted soul of mine. 3 Ashamed of Jesus! just as soon Let midnight be ashamed of noon; 'Tis midnight with my soul till be, Bright Morning Star, bids darkness flee! 4 Ashamed of Jesus! that dear Friend On whom my hopes of heaven depend! No: when I blush, be this my shame, That I no more revere his name. Languages: English

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