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d201 | Jesus, with all thy saints above | | | | | | | |
d202 | Kindred in Christ, for his dear [name's] sake | | | | | | | |
d203 | Laden with guilt, and full of fears | | | | | | | |
d204 | Let others boast their ancient line | | | | | | | |
d205 | Let Zion's watchman all awake | | | | | | | |
d206 | Lift up your eyes to the heavenly seat | | | | | | | |
d207 | Lift up your hearts, Immanuel's friends | | | | | | | |
d208 | Lo he cometh countless trumpets | | | | | | | |
d209 | Lo on a mount that Burmah rears | | | | | | | |
d210 | Long as I live I'll bless thy name | | | | | | | |
d211 | Look from on high great God and see | | | | | | | |
d212 | Lord, at thy table I [we] behold The wonders of thy grace | | | | | | | |
d213 | Lord, dismiss us with Thy [your] blessing, Fill our | | | | | | | |
d214 | Lord, hast thou made me [us] know thy ways | | | | | | | |
d215 | Lord, how delightful 'tis to see A whole assembly worship thee | | | | | | | |
d216 | Lord, I am pained; but I resign My body to thy will | | | | | | | |
d217 | Lord, I am thine, but thou wilt [will] prove | | | | | | | |
d218 | Lord, I am vile, conceived in sin | | | | | | | |
d219 | Lord, I cannot let thee go Till a blessing thou bestow | | | | | | | |
d220 | Lord, I would spread my sore distress | | | | | | | |
d221 | Lord, in humble, sweet submission, Here we meet to follow thee | | | | | | | |
d222 | Lord, in my early days | | | | | | | |
d223 | Lord, thou wilt hear me when I pray | | | | | | | |
d224 | Lord, thou with an unerring beam [eye] | | | | | | | |
d225 | Lord, we are blind, we [poor] mortals, blind | | | | | | | |
d226 | Lord, we come before thee now | | | | | | | |
d227 | Lord, when I read the traitor's doom | | | | | | | |
d228 | Lord, when my thoughts with wonder roll | | | | | | | |
d229 | Lord, when together here we meet | | | | | | | |
d230 | Love divine, all loves [love] excelling | | | | | | | |
d231 | May sacred awe possess Our happy spirits | | | | | | | |
d232 | Men of God, go take your stations | | | | | | | |
d233 | Men of God, they wait your coming | | | | | | | |
d234 | Methinks the last great day is come | | | | | | | |
d235 | Mid [midst] scenes of confusion and creature complaints | | | | | | | |
d236 | Mighty God [Lord] while angels bless [praise] thee | | | | | | | |
d237 | Mistaken souls, that [who] dream of heaven | | | | | | | |
d238 | Mortals, awake, with angels join | | | | | | | |
d239 | My Christian friends in bonds of love, whose hearts | | | | | | | |
d240 | My days, my [and] weeks, my [and] months, my [and] years | | | | | | | |
d241 | My dear Redeemer, and my Lord | | | | | | | |
d242 | My Father calls me to his arms | | | | | | | |
d243 | My God, how endless [lasting] is thy love | | | | | | | |
d244 | My God, my King, thy various praise | | | | | | | |
d245 | My God, my portion, and my love, my everlasting all. | | | | | | | |
d246 | My heart is pierced with anguish | | | | | | | |
d247 | My hope, my all, my Savior, Thou to thee | | | | | | | |
d248 | My Jesus, thou hast taught | | | | | | | |
d249 | My Savior, let me hear thy voice | | | | | | | |
d250 | My sorrows, like a flood | | | | | | | |
d251 | My soul would fain indulge a hope | | | | | | | |
d252 | My soul's full of glory, inspiring [which fires] [it fires] my tongue | | | | | | | |
d253 | My thoughts on awful subjects roll | | | | | | | |
d254 | Not all the blood of beast [beasts], On Jewish altars | | | | | | | |
d255 | Not the malicious or [nor] [and] profane | | | | | | | |
d256 | Now begin the heavenly theme | | | | | | | |
d257 | Now, gracious Lord, thine [thy] arm reveal | | | | | | | |
d258 | Now let our mourning [drooping] hearts revive | | | | | | | |
d259 | Now let us raise our cheerful strains | | | | | | | |
d260 | Now Satan comes with dreadful roar | | | | | | | |
d261 | Now the Savior stands [standeth] [standing] a-pleading [and pleading] | | | | | | | |
d262 | O Christians, we are going on | | | | | | | |
d263 | O fly, mourning sinner, saith Jesus, to me | | | | | | | |
d264 | O for a closer walk with God | | | | | | | |
d265 | O for a shout of sacred joy | | | | | | | |
d266 | O for a thousand tongues to sing my great [dear] Redeemer's praise | | | | | | | |
d267 | O God of sovereign grace | | | | | | | |
d268 | O Lord, how lovely is thy name | | | | | | | |
d269 | O tell me no more of this [the] world's vain [vain world's] store | | | | | | | |
d270 | O that day, when freed from sinning | | | | | | | |
d271 | O that I could repent | | | | | | | |
d272 | O thou great monarch in thy might | | | | | | | |
d273 | O thou in whose presence my soul takes delight | | | | | | | |
d274 | O turn ye [you], O turn ye [you], for why will ye [you] die | | | | | | | |
d275 | O when shall I [we] see Jesus and dwell [reign] with Him above | | | | | | | |
d276 | O with what pleasure we behold | | | | | | | |
d277 | O Zion, afflicted with wave upon wave | | | | | | | |
d278 | O'er the [those] gloomy hills of darkness | | | | | | | |
d279 | Of all the joys we mortals [which creatures] know | | | | | | | |
d280 | On Jordan's stormy [rugged] banks I stand, And cast a wishful eye | | | | | | | |
d281 | On the mountain [mountain's] top appearing | | | | | | | |
d282 | On Thibet's snow capped mountains, O'er Afric's burning sand | | | | | | | |
d283 | On this sweet morn the Lord arose | | | | | | | |
d284 | Once more before we part, O [we'll] bless the Savior's [Redeemer's] name | | | | | | | |
d285 | Once more, my soul, the rising day salutes thy waking eyes | | | | | | | |
d286 | Once more we bow before our God; Once more his blessing we ask | | | | | | | |
d287 | Once more we come before thee, Lord | | | | | | | |
d288 | One there is above all others, well [who] deserves | | | | | | | |
d289 | Our life how short, a groan, a sigh | | | | | | | |
d290 | Our Lord is risen from the dead, Our Jesus [Savior] is gone | | | | | | | |
d291 | Our souls by [in] love together knit [drawn] [joined] | | | | | | | |
d292 | Parents and children there will [may] part | | | | | | | |
d293 | Plunged in a [the] gulf of dark [deep] despair | | | | | | | |
d294 | Poor mourning souls, in deep distress | | | | | | | |
d295 | Prayer is the soul's [heart's] [saint's] sincere desire | | | | | | | |
d296 | Precious Bible, what a treasure | | | | | | | |
d297 | Prepare a thankful song | | | | | | | |
d298 | Prisoner of hope lift up your heads | | | | | | | |
d299 | Prophetic era blissful day | | | | | | | |
d300 | Raise your triumphant songs | | | | | | | |