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| ^  | 1. |  | #249 |  | Flow through me, Lord, a weak and earthly vessel, | 
| ^  | 2. |  | #388 |  | Hold Thou my hand: so weak I am, and helpless; | 
| ^  | 3. |  | #420 |  | Jesus, Redeemer and my one Inspirer, | 
| ^  | 4. |  | #433 |  | I am the Lord's! O joy beyond expression, | 
| ^  | 5. |  | #555 |  | Still, still with Thee, when purple morning breaketh, | 
| ^  | 6. |  | #596 |  | Mine is the earth, the worlds in all their fulness; | 
| ^  | 7. |  | #633 |  | And wouldst thou live on earth as "more than conqu'ror"? | 
| ^  | 8. |  | #640 |  | Life out of death — dear Master, is it spoken | 
| ^  | 9. |  | #642 |  | "Within the Veil": be this, belov'd, thy portion, | 
| ^  | 10. |  | #654 |  | "Be all at rest, my soul!" Oh! Blessed secret | 
| ^  | 11. |  | #684 |  | Come, ye disconsolate, where'er ye languish; | 
| ^  | 12. |  | #881 |  | We rest on Thee, our Shield and our Defender; | 
| ^  | 13. |  | #969 |  | Hark what a sound, and too divine for hearing, |