Hark! my soul, it is the Lord

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Hark! the glad sound! the Saviour comes
Hark, the herald-angels sing

Hark! the loud cry! O sun! thy golden locks

Hark! the loud trumpet of our God
Hark! the solemn trumpet sounding
Hark! the voice of love and mercy
Hark! 'tis our heavenly leader's voice
Hark! 'tis your heavenly father's call
Hark! what triumphant strains are these?
Head of thy patient church beneath
Heal us, Emmanuel, here we are
Hear what God, the Lord hath spoken
Heavenly principle within

He bids me come! His voice I know
He comes! he comes! the Judge severe
He comes, thy God, O 1srael, comes
He dies! the friend of sinners dies
He who sits from day to day

His anger will the Lord retain

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His breath resign'd, on earth's low bed
His master taken from his head
His mournful days of flesh are o'er
Hither, ye poor, ye sick, ye blind

How happy is the pilgrim's lot
How happy the sorrowful man
How long shall death the tyrant reign
How long, thou hidden God, unknown
How long, thou suffering Son of God
How may earth and heaven unite
How shall my soul her powers extend
How sweet the name of Jesus sounds
How sweet the Saviour's voice

How sweet thy dwellings, Lord, how fair
How tedious and tasteless the hours
How vain is grandeur's purple pride
How wondrous are the works of God

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I ASKED the Lord that I might grow
I bow me to my God's decree

I hear a sound that comes from far
I hear the voice of woe

I, I am the man that have known

I know thee, Saviour, who thou art

I love the Lord; but ah! how far
I sing the almighty power of God

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Jesus, where'er thy people meet
Jesus, who dost not sue in vain
Jesus, who vanquish'd all our foes
Jesus, whose blood so freely stream'd

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KEEP silence, all created things
Kindred in Christ, for his dear sake
King Hezekiah lay diseased

Life is a span, a fleeting hour

Life of the world, immortal mind
Light of life, seraphic fire

Lift to the mountain's height your eyes
Lift up your eyes, ye sons of light
Lift up your stately heads, ye doors
Light of the world, thy beams I bless
Like crowded forest-trees we stand
Listen, ye hills; ye mountains, hear
Lo! he comes with clouds descending
Lo! he cometh, countless trumpets
Lo, my Shepherd's hand divine

Lo, the church with gradual light