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d1 | Afflictions, though they seem severe | | | | | | | |
d2 | Ah, give my Lord, my sins to mourn | | | | | | | |
d3 | All hail the power of Jesus' name, Let angels prostrate fall | | | | | | | |
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 | Approach, my soul, the mercy seat | | | | | | | |
d8 | Arise, and hail the sacred day | | | | | | | |
d9 | Arise and shine, O Zion fair | | | | | | | |
d10 | Arise, my soul, to Pisgah's height | | | | | | | |
d11 | Arise, my tenderest thoughts, arise | | | | | | | |
d12 | As Jacob did in days of old | | | | | | | |
d13 | As near to Calvary I pass | | | | | | | |
d14 | Awake, my soul, in [to] joyful [joyous] lays | | | | | | | |
d15 | Awaked by Sinai's awful sound | | | | | | | |
d16 | Be merciful, O God, to me | | | | | | | |
d17 | Before Elisha's gate the Syrian leper stood | | | | | | | |
d18 | Begone, unbelief, [for] my [our] Savior is near | | | | | | | |
d19 | Behold that great and awful day | | | | | | | |
d20 | Behold the Savior lies | | | | | | | |
d21 | Behold, the warlike trumpets blow | | | | | | | |
d22 | Beside the gospel pool Appointed for the poor | | | | | | | |
d23 | Blest is the man whose tender heart | | | | | | | |
d24 | Bold soldiers all, on you I call | | | | | | | |
d25 | Burst, ye emerald [pearly] gates, and bring | | | | | | | |
d26 | By faith I live, by faith I see | | | | | | | |
d27 | Children of God renounce your fear | | | | | | | |
d28 | Come all who have mercy through Jesus obtained | | | | | | | |
d29 | Come all ye weary travellers | | | | | | | |
d30 | Come, all ye [you] mourning pilgrims [sinners] round [now] | | | | | | | |
d31 | Come, all ye [you] wandering [mourning] [Christian], pilgrims dear | | | | | | | |
d32 | Come all ye [you] Zion travelers | | | | | | | |
d33 | Come and taste along with me, consolation and running free | | | | | | | |
d34 | Come friends and relations let us [come] join heart and hand | | | | | | | |
d35 | Come, gracious Spirit, heavenly Dove | | | | | | | |
d36 | Come, humble sinner, in whose breast | | | | | | | |
d37 | Come, let us lift our joyful eyes Up to the [To heavenly] courts above | | | | | | | |
d38 | Come, my soul, thy suit prepare | | | | | | | |
d39 | Come, poor sinners, seek salvation | | | | | | | |
d40 | Come, saints and sinners, hear me tell | | | | | | | |
d41 | Come, Thou long expected Jesus [Savior], Born to set thy people free | | | | | | | |
d42 | Come, we [ye] [you] that love the Lord indeed | | | | | | | |
d43 | Courage, my soul, behold the prize | | | | | | | |
d44 | Daniel's wisdom may I know, Stephen's faith | | | | | | | |
d45 | Dark and thorny [stormy] is the desert | | | | | | | |
d46 | Day of judgment, day of wonders | | | | | | | |
d47 | Dear Jesus, here comes, And knocks at Thy door | | | | | | | |
d48 | Dear refuge of my [the] weary soul, On thee, when sorows rise | | | | | | | |
d49 | Death! He [it] is the king of terror [terrors], And a terror to all kings | | | | | | | |
d50 | Death shall not destroy my comfort [comforts], Christ shall guide me through the gloom | | | | | | | |
d51 | Early, my God, without delay | | | | | | | |
d52 | Encompassed with clouds of distress | | | | | | | |
d53 | Encouraged by thy word | | | | | | | |
d54 | Enlisted into the cause of sin | | | | | | | |
d55 | Ere God had built the mountains | | | | | | | |
d56 | Far above yon glorious ceiling | | | | | | | |
d57 | Far from the world, O Lord, I [I'd] [we] flee | | | | | | | |
d58 | Farewell, dear friend [friends], I must be gone | | | | | | | |
d59 | Farewell, my dear brethren, beloved of the Lord | | | | | | | |
d60 | Farewell, my [dear] brethren in the Lord | | | | | | | |
d61 | Farewell, my dear brethren, the time is at hand | | | | | | | |
d62 | Fluttering soul, what dost thou here | | | | | | | |
d63 | From Egypt lately freed [fled] | | | | | | | |
d64 | From gloomy dejection my thoughts mount the sky | | | | | | | |
d65 | From the cross uplifted high | | | | | | | |
d66 | From the regions of love, lo, an angel descended | | | | | | | |
d67 | From whence doth [does] this [the] union arise | | | | | | | |
d68 | From whence these dire portents around [direful omens round] | | | | | | | |
d69 | Glorious things of thee are spoken | | | | | | | |
d70 | Glory to thee, my [our] God [O Lord], this night [day] | | | | | | | |
d71 | Go forth into the wilderness | | | | | | | |
d72 | God and his law are my delight | | | | | | | |
d73 | God of my [our] life, to [on] thee I [we] call | | | | | | | |
d74 | Grace, 'tis a charming [cheering] [joyful] [pleasing] sound | | | | | | | |
d75 | Gracious Lord, incline thine ear | | | | | | | |
d76 | Great God, to thee my evening song | | | | | | | |
d77 | Great Redeemer, Friend of sinners | | | | | | | |
d78 | Hail, God the Father, glorious light | | | | | | | |
d79 | Hail, happy believer in Jesus | | | | | | | |
d80 | Hail, sovereign love, that first began | | | | | | | |
d81 | Hail the blest morn when [see] the great Mediator | | | | | | | |
d82 | Hail the day so long expected, Hail the year | | | | | | | |
d83 | Hail the gospel jubilee | | | | | | | |
d84 | Happy souls, how fast you go | | | | | | | |
d85 | Hark, listen to the trumpeters They sound for volunteers | | | | | | | |
d86 | Hark, my soul, it is the Lord | | | | | | | |
d87 | Hark, the heralds of salvation | | | | | | | |
d88 | Hark, the song of jubilee | | | | | | | |
d89 | He that has [hath] God his Guardian made | | | | | | | |
d90 | Hear the royal proclamation, the glad tidings | | | | | | | |
d91 | Hear what God the Lord hath [has] spoken | | | | | | | |
d92 | Heralds of the King of kings, preach the peace | | | | | | | |
d93 | Hosanna to Jesus, I am filled with his praise | | | | | | | |
d94 | How firm a foundation, ye [you] saints of the Lord | | | | | | | |
d95 | How happy every child of grace, The soul that's filled | | | | | | | |
d96 | How happy, how joyful, how loving I feel | | | | | | | |
d97 | How lost was [is] my [our] condition | | | | | | | |
d98 | How sweet, how [and] heavenly is the sight | | | | | | | |
d99 | How sweet is the cordial of love | | | | | | | |
d100 | How sweet the name of Jesus sounds | | | | | | | |