Hark the glad sound the Saviour comes
Hark the herald angels sing

Hark the song of Jubilee

Hark the sound of holy voices

Hark the swelling breezes

Hark the voice of love and mercy
Hark 'tis the watchman's cry
Head of the church triumphant
He gave me back the bond

He is gone a cloud of light

Here O my Lord I see thee face to face.

Here we suffer grief and pain

Hills of the north rejoice.

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Holy holy holy Lord God Almighty
Hosanna raise the pealing hymn

Hosanna to the living Lord

How are thy servants bless'd O Lord
How beauteous are their feet
How bright appears the morning star
How bright these glorious spirits shine
How shall a contrite spirit pray
How sweet the hour of closing day
How sweet the name of Jesus sounds
Hush blessed are the dead

I could not do without thee

I gave my life for thee

I have a home above

Wordsworth, part ii. 222