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Unclean Lips, Impure Heart

I Love to Hear Stories of Jesus

I love Thee, Jesus

Lord, alone, I’m powerless

O the riches of my Savior

Spring up, well, with water (revised)

Down from His glory

My old person has been nullified

A little bird I am

Soon our Lord will come, the day is drawing nigh