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Thy way, not mine, O Lord

O Bread to pilgrims given (revised)

Joined unto Christ the Conqueror

In the wilderness for God (revised)

A Sharp Lover Lyrics

There’s a light upon the mountains

Since long ago at Bethany we parted

Oh, for a heart to praise my God

You come to me with a sword and a spear

His countenance angels can often behold