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| A rise and shine, O Zion fair, | 9 |
| A way with our sorrow and fear, | 12 |
| A city appears to our view, | 17 |
| And when the last loud trumpet, | 27 |
| Am I a soldier of the cross, | 47 |
| A wake and sing the song, | 51 |
| A charge to keep I have, | 52 |
| All hail the power of Jesus’ name, | 66 |
| And must I be to judgment brought, | 76 |
| And let our feeble bodies fail, | 116 |
| Awake, ye saints, and raise your eyes, | 117 |
| And will the Judge descend, | 119 |