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No. 243. Savior, Like a Shepherd Lead Us.

Dorothy A. Thrupp.

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William B. Bradbury.


No. 244.

Timothy Dwight.


I Love Thy Kingdom, Lord.

4 Early let us seek Thy favor,
Early let us do Thy will;
Blessed Lord and only Savior,
With Thy love our bosoms fill:
Blessed Jesus,

Thou hast loved us, love us still.



1. I love Thy king-dom, Lord, The house of Thine a bode; The Church our blest Re2. I love Thy Church, O God! Her walls be-fore Thee stand, Dear as the ap- ple

No. 245.


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O Love That Wilt Not Let Me Go.

No. 246. Jesus, the Very Thought of Thee.

Edward Caswall.

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A sweet-er sound than Thy blest name,


To those who fall, how kind Thou
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Albert L. Peace.


And in Thy
O Savior

With sweetness fills my breast;
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O Joy of
the meek!
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How good to
None but His

John B. Dykes.

pres - ence rest. of man - kind! those who seek! loved ones know.

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No. 249. All Hail the Power of Jesus' Name.

Edward Perronet.


1. All hail the pow'r of Jesus' name! Let angels prostrate fall; Bring forth the roy - al 2. Crown Him, ye morning stars of light, Who fixed this earthly ball; Now hail the strength of 3. Sin-ners, whose love can ne'er forget The wormwood and the gall, Go, spread your trophies

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And crown Him Lord

No. 250.

Edward Perronet.

of all.

4 Let every kindred, every tribe,
On this terrestrial ball,

To Him all majesty ascribe,
And crown Him Lord of all.

5 0 that with yonder sacred throng
We at His feet may fall!
We'll join the everlasting song,
And crown Him Lord of all.

All Hail the Power.

William Shrubsole.

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