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Abiding, oh, so wondrous sweet

What shall I give Thee, Master

Dear Lord, Thou art the Son of God

Grace! ’tis a charming sound

Oh, what a might! Oh, what a strength

O Lord, Thou art in me as life

In nothing be anxious; the Lord is at hand

Sometimes Even A Blue Sky

Savior, lead me, this I pray

God eternal has a purpose