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		<title>Way to Zion</title>
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		<description><![CDATA[1. Farewell, deceitful pleasure, (repeat 3 times) &#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;I&#8217;m going home to God. To see my blessed Jesus, (3 times) &#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;Who bought me with His blood. I&#8217;m on my way to Zion, (3 times) &#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;To the New Jerusalem. 2. There I will sit and praise Him, (3 times) &#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;A crown He&#8217;s bought for me; And sing [...]]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>1. Farewell, deceitful pleasure, (repeat 3 times)<br />
&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;I&#8217;m going home to God.<br />
To see my blessed Jesus, (3 times)<br />
&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Who bought me with His blood.<br />
I&#8217;m on my way to Zion, (3 times)<br />
&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;To the New Jerusalem.</p>
<p>2. There I will sit and praise Him, (3 times)<br />
&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;A crown He&#8217;s bought for me;<br />
And sing the song of Moses (3 times)<br />
&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;To all eternity.<br />
I&#8217;m on my way to Zion, (3 times)<br />
&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;To the New Jerusalem.</p>
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<p><strong>Text</strong><br />
Author: Unknown<br />
Meter: 7s &#038; 6s<br />
Hesperian Harp: Page 242</p>
<p><strong>Music</strong><br />
Yamaha PSS480 Instrumentation: Harpsichord, Cello, Harp<br />
Time: 2:33</p>
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		<title>Evening Shade</title>
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		<pubDate>Fri, 13 Aug 2010 08:46:49 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[The day is past and gone, &#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;The evening shades appear; Oh! May we all remember well, &#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;The night of death is near. MP3 Text Author: John Leland, 1835 Meter: SM Hesperian Harp: Page 199 Music Yamaha PSS480 Instrumentation: Four Violins, Cello Time: 0:49]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>The day is past and gone,<br />
&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;The evening shades appear;<br />
Oh! May we all remember well,<br />
&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;The night of death is near.</p>
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<p><strong>Text</strong><br />
Author: John Leland, 1835<br />
Meter: SM<br />
Hesperian Harp: Page 199</p>
<p><strong>Music</strong><br />
Yamaha PSS480 Instrumentation: Four Violins, Cello<br />
Time: 0:49</p>
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		<title>The Family Bible</title>
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		<pubDate>Fri, 13 Aug 2010 08:43:48 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[1. How painfully pleasing the fond recollection &#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;Of youthful connections and innocent joy, While blessed with parental advice and affection, &#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;Surrounded by mercy and peace from on high; I still view the chairs of my father and mother, &#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;The seats of their offspring arranged on each hand, And the richest of books, which excels every [...]]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>1. How painfully pleasing the fond recollection<br />
&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Of youthful connections and innocent joy,<br />
While blessed with parental advice and affection,<br />
&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Surrounded by mercy and peace from on high;<br />
I still view the chairs of my father and mother,<br />
&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;The seats of their offspring arranged on each hand,<br />
And the richest of books, which excels every other&#8211;<br />
&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;The family Bible that lay on the stand.</p>
<p>2. Ye scenes of enjoyment, long have we been parted,<br />
&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;My hopes almost gone, and my parents no more;<br />
In sorrow and sadness I live broken-hearted,<br />
&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;And wander alone on a far distant shore;<br />
But why should I doubt a dear Saviour&#8217;s protection,<br />
&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Forgetful of gifts from His bountiful hand?<br />
O let me with patience receive His correction,<br />
&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;And think of the Bible that lay on the stand.</p>
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<p><strong>Text</strong><br />
Author: Unknown<br />
Meter: 12s &#038; 11s<br />
Hesperian Harp: Page 310,311</p>
<p><strong>Music</strong><br />
Instrumentation (real): Two Flutes, Two Guitars<br />
Time: 1:48</p>
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		<title>All Glory Be To God On High</title>
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		<pubDate>Fri, 13 Aug 2010 08:38:13 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[1. All glory be to God on high, &#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;Who hath our race befriended! To us no harm shall now come nigh, &#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;The strife at last is ended; God showeth His goodwill to men, And peace shall reign on earth again; &#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;O thank Him for His goodness! 2. We praise, we worship Thee, we trust &#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;And [...]]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>1. All glory be to God on high,<br />
&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Who hath our race befriended!<br />
To us no harm shall now come nigh,<br />
&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;The strife at last is ended;<br />
God showeth His goodwill to men,<br />
And peace shall reign on earth again;<br />
&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;O thank Him for His goodness!</p>
<p>2. We praise, we worship Thee, we trust<br />
&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;And give Thee thanks forever,<br />
O Father, that Thy rule is just<br />
&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;And wise, and changes never;<br />
Thy boundless grace o&#8217;er all things reigns,<br />
Thou dost whate&#8217;er Thy will ordains;<br />
&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&#8217;Tis well Thou art our Ruler!</p>
<p>3. O Holy Ghost, Thou precious Gift,<br />
&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Thou Comforter unfailing;<br />
Do Thou our troubled souls uplift,<br />
&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;And let Thy pow&#8217;r availing;<br />
Avert our woes and calm our dread:<br />
For us the Savior’s blood was shed;<br />
&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;We trust in Thee to save us.</p>
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<p><strong>Text</strong><br />
Author: Nikolaus Decius, 1525 (translated 1865)<br />
Meter: 8787887
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<p><strong>Music</strong><br />
Author: Incertus, 1539 (based on Plainsong setting of the &#8216;Gloria in Excelsis&#8217; from the Mass of 1524 by Thomas Müntzer. Harmonized by J.S. Bach)<br />
Yamaha PSS480 Instrumentation: Pipe Organ, Tubular Bells<br />
Time: 1:37</p>
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		<title>Be Not Dismayed, Thou Little Flock</title>
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		<pubDate>Fri, 13 Aug 2010 08:29:01 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[1. Be not dismayed, thou little flock, Although the foe&#8217;s fierce battle-shock &#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;Loud on all sides assail thee; Though o&#8217;er thy fall they laugh secure, Their triumph cannot long endure, &#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;Let not thy courage fail thee. 2. Our hope is sure in Jesus&#8217; might, Against themselves the godless fight, &#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;Themselves, not us, distressing; Shame and [...]]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>1. Be not dismayed, thou little flock,<br />
Although the foe&#8217;s fierce battle-shock<br />
&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Loud on all sides assail thee;<br />
Though o&#8217;er thy fall they laugh secure,<br />
Their triumph cannot long endure,<br />
&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Let not thy courage fail thee.</p>
<p>2. Our hope is sure in Jesus&#8217; might,<br />
Against themselves the godless fight,<br />
&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Themselves, not us, distressing;<br />
Shame and contempt their lot shall be,<br />
God is with us, with Him are we,<br />
&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;To us belongs His blessing.</p>
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<p><strong>Text</strong><br />
Author: Jakob Fabricius, 1631 (translated 1858)<br />
Meter: 887 887
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<p><strong>Music</strong><br />
Author: Anon. 1530 (harmonized by J.S. Bach)<br />
Yamaha PSS480 Instrumentation: Four Recorders, Cello, Glockenspiel<br />
Time: 1:16</p>
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		<title>Wesley</title>
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		<pubDate>Fri, 13 Aug 2010 08:23:22 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[With inward pain my heartstrings sound, &#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;My soul dissolves away; Dear Sov&#8217;reign, whirl the seasons round, &#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;And bring the promised day. MP3 Text Author: Isaac Watts Meter: CM Hesperian Harp: Page 66 Music Instrumentation (real): Three Guitars, Three Voices Time: 3:17]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>With inward pain my heartstrings sound,<br />
&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;My soul dissolves away;<br />
Dear Sov&#8217;reign, whirl the seasons round,<br />
&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;And bring the promised day.</p>
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<p><strong>Text</strong><br />
Author: Isaac Watts<br />
Meter: CM<br />
Hesperian Harp: Page 66</p>
<p><strong>Music</strong><br />
Instrumentation (real): Three Guitars, Three Voices<br />
Time: 3:17</p>
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		<title>Grafton</title>
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		<pubDate>Fri, 13 Aug 2010 08:18:46 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[Jesus! The vision of Thy face &#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;Hath overpow&#8217;ring charms; Scarce shall I feel death&#8217;s cold embrace, &#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;If Christ be in my arms. Then, while you hear my heartstrings break, &#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;How sweet the minutes roll; A mortal paleness on my cheek, &#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;And glory in my soul. MP3 Text Author: Unknown Meter: CMD Hesperian Harp: Page 132 [...]]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Jesus! The vision of Thy face<br />
&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Hath overpow&#8217;ring charms;<br />
Scarce shall I feel death&#8217;s cold embrace,<br />
&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;If Christ be in my arms.<br />
Then, while you hear my heartstrings break,<br />
&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;How sweet the minutes roll;<br />
A mortal paleness on my cheek,<br />
&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;And glory in my soul.</p>
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<p><strong>Text</strong><br />
Author: Unknown<br />
Meter: CMD<br />
Hesperian Harp: Page 132</p>
<p><strong>Music</strong><br />
Instrumentation (real instruments): One Soprano, Two Alto, Two Tenor, &#038; Two Bass Recorders<br />
Time: 2:16</p>
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		<title>Lamberton</title>
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		<pubDate>Fri, 13 Aug 2010 08:14:07 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[1. Is this the kind return, &#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;And these the thanks we owe, Thus to abuse eternal Love, &#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;Whence all our comforts flow? 2. Let past ingratitude &#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;Provoke our weeping eyes; And hourly, as new mercies fall, &#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;Let hourly thanks arise. MP3 Text Author: Isaac Watts Meter: SM Hesperian Harp: Page 253 Music Yamaha PSS480 Instrumentation: [...]]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>1. Is this the kind return,<br />
&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;And these the thanks we owe,<br />
Thus to abuse eternal Love,<br />
&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Whence all our comforts flow?</p>
<p>2. Let past ingratitude<br />
&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Provoke our weeping eyes;<br />
And hourly, as new mercies fall,<br />
&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Let hourly thanks arise.</p>
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<p><strong>Text</strong><br />
Author: Isaac Watts<br />
Meter: SM<br />
Hesperian Harp: Page 253</p>
<p><strong>Music</strong><br />
Yamaha PSS480 Instrumentation: Oboe, Clarinet, Recorder, Bassoon, Glockenspiel<br />
Time: 1:49</p>
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		<title>Pilgrim&#8217;s Prayer</title>
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		<pubDate>Fri, 13 Aug 2010 07:56:08 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[1. Guide me, O Thou great Jehovah, &#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;Pilgrim through this barren land. I am weak, but Thou art mighty; &#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;Hold me with Thy powerful hand. Bread of Heaven! Bread of Heaven! &#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;Feed me till I want no more. 2. Open now the crystal fountain, &#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;Whence the healing stream do flow; Let the fiery, cloudy pillar [...]]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>1. Guide me, O Thou great Jehovah,<br />
&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Pilgrim through this barren land.<br />
I am weak, but Thou art mighty;<br />
&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Hold me with Thy powerful hand.<br />
Bread of Heaven! Bread of Heaven!<br />
&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Feed me till I want no more.</p>
<p>2. Open now the crystal fountain,<br />
&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Whence the healing stream do flow;<br />
Let the fiery, cloudy pillar<br />
&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Lead me all my journey through.<br />
Strong Deliverer! strong Deliverer!<br />
&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Be Thou still my Strength and Shield.</p>
<p>3. Feed me with the heav&#8217;nly manna,<br />
&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;In this barren wilderness;<br />
Be my sword, and shield, and banner&#8211;<br />
&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Be my robe of righteousness;<br />
Fight and conquer, fight and conquer,<br />
&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;All my foes by Sovereign grace!</p>
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<p><strong>Text</strong><br />
Author: W. Williams<br />
Meter: 8s, 4s, &#038; 7s<br />
Hesperian Harp: Page 237</p>
<p><strong>Music</strong><br />
Yamaha PSS480 Instrumentation: Four Trumpets, Tuba, Harpsichord<br />
Time: 1:37</p>
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		<title>New Concord</title>
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		<pubDate>Fri, 13 Aug 2010 07:49:51 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[1. How happy are they Who their Saviour obey, &#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;And have laid up their treasure above! Tongue cannot express The sweet comfort and peace &#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;Of a soul in its earliest love. 2. That comfort was mine, When the favor divine &#160;&#160;&#160;&#160;I first found in the blood of the Lamb; When my heart it believed, What [...]]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>1. How happy are they<br />
Who their Saviour obey,<br />
&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;And have laid up their treasure above!<br />
Tongue cannot express<br />
The sweet comfort and peace<br />
&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Of a soul in its earliest love.</p>
<p>2. That comfort was mine,<br />
When the favor divine<br />
&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;I first found in the blood of the Lamb;<br />
When my heart it believed,<br />
What a joy it received,<br />
&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;What a heaven in Jesus&#8217;s Name!</p>
<p>3. &#8216;Twas a heaven below,<br />
My Redeemer to know,<br />
&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;The angels could do nothing more,<br />
Than fall at His feet,<br />
And the story repeat,<br />
&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;And the Lover of sinners adore.</p>
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<p><strong>Text</strong><br />
Author: Charles Wesley, <em>Hymns and Sacred Poems</em>, 1749<br />
Meter: 6s &#038; 9s<br />
Hesperian Harp: Page 227</p>
<p><strong>Music</strong><br />
Yamaha PSS480 Instrumentation: Four Clarinets<br />
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