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Once I stood in condemnation

Flow through me, Lord, a weak and earthly vessel

Glory be to God the Father

Camel Train

Soon our Lord will come, the day is drawing nigh (revised)

I’ve found the One of peerless worth

The law of God is holy, good

The voice of my Beloved

Stir me, oh, stir me, Lord, I care not how

Go, Now Go!