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201 | God moves in a mysterious way | | | | | | | |
202 | Wait, O my soul, thy Maker's will | | | | | | | |
203 | To God, the only wise | | | | | | | |
204 | Holy and reverend is the name | | | | | | | |
205 | Ye humble souls, approach your God | | | | | | | |
206 | Come, let us join to praise the Lord | | | | | | | |
207 | My soul, repeat His praise | | | | | | | |
208 | Great God of wonders! all thy ways | | | | | | | |
209 | Praise, my soul, the God that sought thee | | | | | | | |
210 | Grace! 'tis a charming sound | | | | | | | |
211 | We give immortal praise | | | | | | | |
212 | Holy, holy, holy, Lord | | | | | | | |
213 | My God, my portion, and my love | | | | | | | |
214 | This God is the God we adore | | | | | | | |
215 | In heaven the rapturous song began | | | | | | | |
216 | Joy to the world! the Lord is come! | | | | | | | |
217 | Messiah! at thy glad approach | | | | | | | |
218 | Brightest and best of the sons of the morning | | | | | | | |
219 | When, marshalled on the nightly plain | | | | | | | |
220 | Not to condemn the sons of men | | | | | | | |
221 | Sweeter sounds than music knows | | | | | | | |
222 | And did the holy and the just | | | | | | | |
223 | How sweetly flowed the gospel sound | | | | | | | |
224 | And didst thou, Jesus, condescend | | | | | | | |
225 | My dear Redeemer, and my Lord | | | | | | | |
226 | Thou sweet gliding Cedron, by thy silver streams | | | | | | | |
227 | Dark was the night, and cold the ground | | | | | | | |
228 | When on Sinai's top I see | | | | | | | |
229 | To the cross where Jesus dies | | | | | | | |
230 | O Lamb of God, now wounded | | | | | | | |
231 | Hark! the voice of love and mercy | | | | | | | |
232 | There is a fountain filled with blood | | | | | | | |
233 | Angels, roll the rock away | | | | | | | |
234 | "The Lord is risen indeed" | | | | | | | |
235 | Jesus is gone up on high | | | | | | | |
236 | Arise, my soul, arise | | | | | | | |
237 | He lives! the great Redeemer lives! | | | | | | | |
238 | Dearest of all the names above | | | | | | | |
239 | With joy we meditate the grace | | | | | | | |
240 | One there is, above all others | | | | | | | |
241 | Thou Keeper of a lovely flock | | | | | | | |
242 | Green pastures and clear streams | | | | | | | |
243 | Join all the glorious names | | | | | | | |
244 | Infinite excellence is thine | | | | | | | |
245 | O, could we speak the matchless worth | | | | | | | |
246 | What think ye of Christ? is the test | | | | | | | |
247 | How sweet the name of Jesus sounds | | | | | | | |
248 | Jesus, I love thy charming name! | | | | | | | |
249 | Ye daughters of Zion, declare, have you seen | | | | | | | |
250 | Compared with Christ, in all beside | | | | | | | |
251 | Come, thou fount of every blessing | | | | | | | |
252 | O for a thousand tongues to sing | | | | | | | |
253 | Come, let us join our cheerful songs | | | | | | | |
254 | All hail the power of Jesus' name! | | | | | | | |
255 | Love is the fountain whence | | | | | | | |
256 | Happy the heart where graces reign | | | | | | | |
257 | In duties and in sufferings too | | | | | | | |
258 | A charge to keep I have | | | | | | | |
259 | My drowsy powers, why sleep ye so? | | | | | | | |
260 | May I resolve, with all my heart | | | | | | | |
261 | I'm not ashamed to own my Lord | | | | | | | |
262 | My gracious Lord, I own thy right | | | | | | | |
263 | Be firm and be faithfu | | | | | | | |
264 | So let our lips and lives express | | | | | | | |
265 | The Lord on mortal worms looks down | | | | | | | |
266 | Laborers of Christ arise | | | | | | | |
267 | He that goeth forth with weeping | | | | | | | |
268 | Sow in the morn thy seed | | | | | | | |
269 | Ye servants of the Lord | | | | | | | |
270 | Alas! what hourly dangers rise! | | | | | | | |
271 | Awake, our souls; away our fears | | | | | | | |
272 | My soul lies cleaving to the dust | | | | | | | |
273 | Awake my soul; stretch every nerve | | | | | | | |
274 | Am I a soldier of the cross | | | | | | | |
275 | Soldiers of Christ, arise | | | | | | | |
276 | My soul, be on thy guard | | | | | | | |
277 | My Captain sounds the alarm of war | | | | | | | |
278 | Stand up, my soul, shake off thy fears | | | | | | | |
279 | Soldiers of the cross, arise! | | | | | | | |
280 | Hallelujah! victory, victory! | | | | | | | |
281 | Servant of God, well done | | | | | | | |
282 | Ah! wretched, vile, ungrateful heart | | | | | | | |
283 | My heart, how dreadful hard it is | | | | | | | |
284 | O, could I find some peaceful bower | | | | | | | |
285 | Jesus, let thy pitying eye | | | | | | | |
286 | How oft, alas! this wretched heart | | | | | | | |
287 | When any turn from Zion's way | | | | | | | |
288 | Once I thought my mountain strong | | | | | | | |
289 | Encompassed with clouds of distress | | | | | | | |
290 | Sweet was the time when first I felt | | | | | | | |
291 | O for a closer walk with God! | | | | | | | |
292 | O thou in whose presence my soul takes delight | | | | | | | |
293 | How tedious and tasteless the hours | | | | | | | |
294 | Jesus! lover of my soul | | | | | | | |
295 | Jesus, thou art the sinner's friend | | | | | | | |
296 | Rock of ages, cleft for me | | | | | | | |
297 | Why that look of sadness? | | | | | | | |
298 | When we in darkness walk | | | | | | | |
299 | Begone, unbelief! | | | | | | | |
300 | How firm a foundation, ye saints of the Lord | | | | | | | |