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Text: | By cool Siloam's shady rill |
Text: | How shall the young secure their hearts |
Text: | Return, O wanderer, return |
Text: | Majestic sweetness sits enthroned |
Text: | I waited for the Lord my God |
Text: | Oh, greatly bless'd the people are |