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As pants the hart for cooling streams

We have oil in our lamps—we are burning

Fill Thou my life, O Lord my God

Sweet Will of God

Oh, come, all ye graced ones; break forth with rejoicing

It may be at morn as the day we are greeting

He died for me that I might live

In A Lifetime Never Met A Clever Rival

O Father of glory, now grant unto me

Our Bridegroom soon is coming