NO. 150 NASSAU-STREET, NEW-YORK.

1835.

Fanshaw, Printer.

Although the vine its fruit deny

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Amazing grace! (how sweet the sound)

Amazing sight, the Savior stands
Am I a soldier of the cross

Among the deepest shades of night
And can'st thou, sinner, slight
And does the Spirit kindly move

And is the Gospel peace and love
And let this feeble body fail

And now another day is

gone

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And what am I? My soul, awake

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Angels, roll the rock away

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Another six day's work is done
Anxious, I strove to find the way

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Ascend thy throne, Almighty King
At anchor laid, remote from home
Awake! and sing the song
Awak'd by Sinai's awful sound
Awake! my soul, and with the sun

Awake! my soul, to joyful lays .
Awake! our drowsy souls

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Behold, a stranger at the door
Behold, the blind their sight receive
Blest be the dear, uniting love
Blest be the tie that binds

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