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d1 | A form of words, though e'er so sound | | | | | | | |
d2 | A fulness resides in Jesus our Head | | | | | | | |
d3 | Adam our father and our head | | | | | | | |
d4 | Almighty love inspire My heart [soul] with sacred fire [pure desire] | | | | | | | |
d5 | Am I a soldier of the cross | | | | | | | |
d6 | Amazing grace, how sweet the sound, That saved | | | | | | | |
d7 | And am I born to die | | | | | | | |
d8 | And did the Holy and the Just | | | | | | | |
d9 | And must I part with all I have | | | | | | | |
d10 | And will the Judge descend [ascend] | | | | | | | |
d11 | Arise, my soul, arise, shake off | | | | | | | |
d12 | Arise, my tenderest thoughts, arise | | | | | | | |
d13 | Awake, my soul, in [to] joyful [joyous] lays | | | | | | | |
d14 | Awake my soul, stretch every nerve | | | | | | | |
d15 | Awake, ye sleeping souls, awake | | | | | | | |
d16 | Awakened by Sinai's awful sound | | | | | | | |
d17 | Backsliders, who your misery feel | | | | | | | |
d18 | Backsliding souls, return to God | | | | | | | |
d19 | Before Jehovah's awful throne | | | | | | | |
d20 | Behold with awful pomp | | | | | | | |
d21 | Believers own they are but blind | | | | | | | |
d22 | Beside the gospel pool Appointed for the poor | | | | | | | |
d23 | Brethren farewell I do you tell | | | | | | | |
d24 | Brethren, we have met again | | | | | | | |
d25 | By the poor widow's oil and meal | | | | | | | |
d26 | Children of the heavenly king as we journey | | | | | | | |
d27 | Christians in your several stations | | | | | | | |
d28 | Christ's own soft hands shall wipe the tears | | | | | | | |
d29 | Come, all ye mourning souls | | | | | | | |
d30 | Come all ye saints and sinners near [now], Come listen a | | | | | | | |
d31 | Come, all [ye] you weary [mourning] pilgrims | | | | | | | |
d32 | Come all ye [you] weary travellers | | | | | | | |
d33 | Come brethren and sisters, that [who] love my [our] dear Lord | | | | | | | |
d34 | Come children of heaven and help us to sing | | | | | | | |
d35 | Come friends and relations let us [come] join heart and hand | | | | | | | |
d36 | Come, gracious Spirit, heavenly Dove | | | | | | | |
d37 | Come, guilty souls, and flee away | | | | | | | |
d38 | Come, humble sinner, in whose breast | | | | | | | |
d39 | Come Ladies all, I pray draw near | | | | | | | |
d40 | Come let me love, or is my mind hardened to stone or froze to ice | | | | | | | |
d41 | Come, Lord, and help me [us] to rejoice | | | | | | | |
d42 | Come, my soul, thy suit prepare | | | | | | | |
d43 | Come now my dear brethren and help me to sing | | | | | | | |
d44 | Come now, my dear brethren, I [I'll] bid you farewell | | | | | | | |
d45 | Come on, my partners in distress | | | | | | | |
d46 | Come precious youth, in blooming days | | | | | | | |
d47 | Come, saints and sinners, hear me tell | | | | | | | |
d48 | Come soldiers of Jesus, awake from your sleep | | | | | | | |
d49 | Come thou fount of every blessing | | | | | | | |
d50 | Come, we [ye] [you] that love the Lord indeed | | | | | | | |
d51 | Come, ye Christians, sing the praises | | | | | | | |
d52 | Come, ye that fear [love] the Lord, and listen while I tell | | | | | | | |
d53 | Come, ye that love the Lord indeed, Washed | | | | | | | |
d54 | Come ye [you] sinners, poor and wretched [needy], Weak and wounded | | | | | | | |
d55 | Come, ye [you] that [who] know the Lord indeed | | | | | | | |
d56 | Day of judgment, day of wonders | | | | | | | |
d57 | Death! He [it] is the king of terror [terrors], And a terror to all kings | | | | | | | |
d58 | Dismiss us with Thy blessing, Lord, Help | | | | | | | |
d59 | Do not I love thee, O my Lord [God]? Behold my heart and see | | | | | | | |
d60 | Eternity is just at hand | | | | | | | |
d61 | Farewell, farewell, farewell, my [dear] friends | | | | | | | |
d62 | Farewell, loving [lovely] Christian [Christians], the time is at hand | | | | | | | |
d63 | Farewell, my [dear] brethren in the Lord | | | | | | | |
d64 | From the regions of love, lo, an angel descended | | | | | | | |
d65 | From whence doth [does] this [the] union arise | | | | | | | |
d66 | Glory to thee, my [our] God [O Lord], this night [day] | | | | | | | |
d67 | Go, read the third of Matthew | | | | | | | |
d68 | Go teach the [all] nations and baptize | | | | | | | |
d69 | God of my salvation, hear | | | | | | | |
d70 | Grace, 'tis a charming [cheering] [joyful] [pleasing] sound | | | | | | | |
d71 | Gracious Lord, incline thine ear | | | | | | | |
d72 | Great God, we in thy courts appear | | | | | | | |
d73 | Hail the day that sees him rise | | | | | | | |
d74 | Hark, my soul, it is the Lord | | | | | | | |
d75 | Hark, the herald angels sing, glory to the newborn King | | | | | | | |
d76 | Hark, the jubilee is sounding | | | | | | | |
d77 | Hark, the voice of love and mercy | | | | | | | |
d78 | He comes, he comes, the judge severe | | | | | | | |
d79 | He comes, he comes, to judge the world | | | | | | | |
d80 | He dies, the friend of sinners dies | | | | | | | |
d81 | Here at thy table, Lord, we meet to feed | | | | | | | |
d82 | How blest the righteous are | | | | | | | |
d83 | How condescending, and how kind | | | | | | | |
d84 | How firm a foundation, ye [you] saints of the Lord | | | | | | | |
d85 | How great, how terrible that God | | | | | | | |
d86 | How happy are they, Who the [their] Savior [Jesus] obey | | | | | | | |
d87 | How happy [happy's] every child of grace, who [that] feels [knows] his sins forgiven | | | | | | | |
d88 | How happy is the Christian's state [mind] | | | | | | | |
d89 | How lost was [is] my [our] condition | | | | | | | |
d90 | How sweet the name of Jesus sounds | | | | | | | |
d91 | How tedious and tasteless [restless and tiresome] the hours | | | | | | | |
d92 | How vain are the pleasures of time | | | | | | | |
d93 | Humble souls, who [that] seek salvation | | | | | | | |
d94 | I am a stranger here below | | | | | | | |
d95 | I am a youth, in bloom of youth | | | | | | | |
d96 | I asked the Lord that I might grow | | | | | | | |
d97 | I want an heart to pray | | | | | | | |
d98 | I would but cannot sing | | | | | | | |
d99 | If dust and ashes might presume | | | | | | | |
d100 | I'll sing my Savior's grace | | | | | | | |