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697 | O thou lovely, loving Sviour | | | | | | | |
698 | Pause, my soul! and ask the question | | | | | | | |
699 | Lord, we adore thee, and would fain express | | | | | | | |
700 | Great God, to thee we come | | | | | | | |
701 | When my dear Jesus hides his smiling face | | | | | | | |
702 | Self-condemned and abhorr'd | | | | | | | |
703 | Ye souls redeem'd with Jesus' precious blood | | | | | | | |
704 | Lord, we lie before thy feet | | | | | | | |
705 | Thou poor, afflicted, tempted soul | | | | | | | |
706 | Gracious God, thy children keep | | | | | | | |
707 | When pining sickness wastes the frame | | | | | | | |
708 | As when a child, secure of harms | | | | | | | |
709 | The Lord that made both heaven and earth | | | | | | | |
710 | No wisdom of man can spy out his heart | | | | | | | |
711 | Amidst the sorrows of the way | | | | | | | |
712 | Come hither, ye that fain would know | | | | | | | |
713 | When faith to Sinai looks | | | | | | | |
714 | Why so cast down, dejected soul? | | | | | | | |
715 | When the bless'd day of Pentecost | | | | | | | |
716 | Dear dying Friend, we look on thee | | | | | | | |
717 | Brethren, those who come to bliss | | | | | | | |
718 | Buried in baptism with our Lord | | | | | | | |
719 | Come, ye Christians, sing the praises | | | | | | | |
720 | Endless blessings on the Lamb! | | | | | | | |
721 | To him that loved us, ere we lay | | | | | | | |
722 | What am I, and where am I? | | | | | | | |
723 | Come, ye sinners, poor and wretched | | | | | | | |
724 | How vast the sufferings, who can tell | | | | | | | |
725 | The sinner born of God | | | | | | | |
726 | Christ, whose glory fills the skies | | | | | | | |
727 | O that I knew the secret place | | | | | | | |
728 | Strange and mysterious is my life | | | | | | | |
729 | Beside the gospel-pool | | | | | | | |
730 | All hail the power of Jesus' name | | | | | | | |
731 | Heal us, Immaneul, here we are | | | | | | | |
732 | Indulgent God, how kind | | | | | | | |
733 | Astonish'd and distress'd | | | | | | | |
734 | Lord, who can hear of all thy woe | | | | | | | |
735 | O the happiness arising | | | | | | | |
736 | Show me some token, Lord, for good | | | | | | | |
737 | Gracious Lord, incline thy ear! | | | | | | | |
738 | Jesus, how heavenly is the place | | | | | | | |
739 | No help in self I find | | | | | | | |
740 | Lod, when I hear thy children talk | | | | | | | |
741 | No more at Mary wonder | | | | | | | |
742 | He that trusteth his own heart | | | | | | | |
743 | My business lies at Jesus' gate | | | | | | | |
744 | No awful sense we find of sin | | | | | | | |
745 | When Jesus would his grace proclaim | | | | | | | |
746 | Jesus is our God and Saviour | | | | | | | |
747 | How hard and rugged is the way | | | | | | | |
748 | In darkness born I went astray | | | | | | | |
749 | I hear a righteous man | | | | | | | |
750 | Come, ye that know and fear the Lord | | | | | | | |
751 | The Saviour lives, no more to die! | | | | | | | |
752 | Nature with open volume stands | | | | | | | |
753 | Lord, we plead with thee for pardon | | | | | | | |
754 | Holy Comforter, descend | | | | | | | |
755 | Forgiveness! 'tis a joyful sound | | | | | | | |
756 | Exceeding precious is my Lord | | | | | | | |
757 | Great God, how deep thy counsels lie | | | | | | | |
758 | Sons of God, in tribulation | | | | | | | |
759 | Jesus heals the broken-hearted | | | | | | | |
760 | All-sufficient is our Jesus | | | | | | | |
761 | Show pity, Lord; O Lord, forgive! | | | | | | | |
762 | How soft the words my Saviour speaks | | | | | | | |
763 | Alas! and did my Saviour bleed! | | | | | | | |
764 | How sad our state by nature is! | | | | | | | |
765 | And does thy heart for Jesus pine | | | | | | | |
766 | Sov'reign grace o'e sin abounding! | | | | | | | |
767 | Gracious Spirit, Dove divine | | | | | | | |
768 | Jesus, Shepherd of the sheep | | | | | | | |
769 | Jesus, o'er the billows steer me | | | | | | | |
770 | The God that rules on high | | | | | | | |
771 | To know my Jesus crucified | | | | | | | |
772 | Christ is the keeper of his saints | | | | | | | |
773 | If unbelief's that sin accursed | | | | | | | |
774 | The Holy Ghost in scripture saith | | | | | | | |
775 | My God, when I reflect | | | | | | | |
776 | Let us all, with grateful praises | | | | | | | |
777 | Once more the constant sun | | | | | | | |
778 | Though strait be the way, with dangers beset | | | | | | | |
779 | Brethren, let us praise the Lord | | | | | | | |
780 | Come, my soul, and let us try | | | | | | | |
781 | Come hither, ye that fear the Lord | | | | | | | |
782 | The Lord assured the chosen race | | | | | | | |
783 | Oh what a narrow, narrow path | | | | | | | |
784 | Some Christians to the Lord regard a day | | | | | | | |
785 | Oh! what a sad and doleful night | | | | | | | |
786 | That day, when Christ was crucified | | | | | | | |
787 | Come, poor sinners, come away | | | | | | | |
788 | Come ye humble sinner train | | | | | | | |
789 | O, ye sons of men, be wise | | | | | | | |
790 | A saint there was in days of old | | | | | | | |
791 | When, deaf to every warning given | | | | | | | |
792 | Faith in the bleeding Lamb | | | | | | | |
793 | Kind souls, who for the miseries man | | | | | | | |
794 | When Aaron in the holiest place | | | | | | | |
795 | Mighty enemies without | | | | | | | |
796 | When we pray, or when we sing | | | | | | | |