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301 | Lord, if thou thy grace impart | | | | | | | |
302 | The righteous Lord supremely great | | | | | | | |
303 | Now let our voices join | | | | | | | |
304 | Children of the heavenly King | | | | | | | |
305 | When darkness long has veil'd my mind | | | | | | | |
306 | Blessed Redeemer, how divine | | | | | | | |
307 | Praise to the Lord of the boundless might | | | | | | | |
308 | Dear Saviour, make me wise to see | | | | | | | |
309 | Thy way, O God! is in the sea | | | | | | | |
310 | O what stupendous mercy shines | | | | | | | |
311 | Yes, I would love thee, blessed God | | | | | | | |
312 | Lord, I delight in thee | | | | | | | |
313 | Of all the joys we mortals know | | | | | | | |
314 | And have I Christ no love to thee | | | | | | | |
315 | Blest be the tie that binds | | | | | | | |
316 | Let party names no more | | | | | | | |
317 | Alone in the world though a pilgrim | | | | | | | |
318 | Should bounteous nature kindly pour | | | | | | | |
319 | Ye humble souls rejoice | | | | | | | |
320 | Dear Lord, though bitter is the cup | | | | | | | |
321 | Unite my roving thoughts, unite | | | | | | | |
322 | Repent, the voice celestial cries | | | | | | | |
323 | Lord, shed a beam of heavenly day | | | | | | | |
324 | Exalted Prince of life, we own | | | | | | | |
325 | My times of sorrow and of joy Great God | | | | | | | |
326 | And can my heart aspire so high | | | | | | | |
327 | It is the Lord—enthron'd in light | | | | | | | |
328 | Ashamed of Christ, my soul disdains | | | | | | | |
329 | And must I part with all I have | | | | | | | |
330 | Let those who bear the Christian name | | | | | | | |
331 | If secret fraud should dwell | | | | | | | |
332 | Religion is the chief concern | | | | | | | |
333 | How vast the blessings, how divine | | | | | | | |
334 | Through all the changing scenes of life | | | | | | | |
335 | Away my unbelieving fear | | | | | | | |
336 | Temptations, trials, doubts, and fears | | | | | | | |
337 | If God is mine, then present things | | | | | | | |
338 | Happy the man who finds the grace | | | | | | | |
339 | Blest men, who stretch their willing hands | | | | | | | |
340 | If duty calls, and suffering too | | | | | | | |
341 | Beset with snares on every hand | | | | | | | |
342 | And will the eternal King | | | | | | | |
343 | And will the offended God again | | | | | | | |
344 | Awake my soul, stretch every nerve | | | | | | | |
345 | My Captain sounds the alarm of war | | | | | | | |
346 | Now let the feeble all be strong | | | | | | | |
347 | 'Tis my happiness below | | | | | | | |
348 | Hear, gracious God, my humble moan | | | | | | | |
349 | The wandering star and fleeting wind | | | | | | | |
350 | Oft have I turn'd my eye within | | | | | | | |
351 | Why should a living man complain | | | | | | | |
352 | Sweet was the time when first I felt | | | | | | | |
353 | Dear refuge of my weary soul | | | | | | | |
354 | Great leader of thine Isr'l's host | | | | | | | |
355 | O my soul, what means this sadness? | | | | | | | |
356 | Father, whate'er of earthly bliss | | | | | | | |
357 | Alas what hourly dangers rise | | | | | | | |
358 | I asked the Lord that I might grow | | | | | | | |
359 | Praise to thy name, eternal God | | | | | | | |
360 | Now let our souls, on wings sublime | | | | | | | |
361 | Thus far my God hath led me on | | | | | | | |
362 | Ye servants of the Lord | | | | | | | |
363 | Assist us, Lord, thy name to praise | | | | | | | |
364 | O thou that hast redemption wrought | | | | | | | |
365 | Hark, 'tis our heavenly Leader's voice | | | | | | | |
366 | Absurd and vain attempt, to bind | | | | | | | |
367 | Arise, my soul, on wings sublime | | | | | | | |
368 | Attend, my soul, the sacred page | | | | | | | |
369 | Awake my heart, arise my tongue | | | | | | | |
370 | Bright scenes of bliss | | | | | | | |
371 | By faith in Christ I walk with God | | | | | | | |
372 | By whom was David taught | | | | | | | |
373 | Didst thou, dear Jesus, suffer shame | | | | | | | |
374 | Eternal God, our wondering souls admire | | | | | | | |
375 | Eternal Sovereign, Lord of all | | | | | | | |
376 | From Egypt lately freed | | | | | | | |
377 | Grace, like an uncorrupted seed | | | | | | | |
378 | Hear this ye favorites of the Lord | | | | | | | |
379 | Dear Saviour, we rejoice to hear | | | | | | | |
380 | I ask not for honor, pomp or praise | | | | | | | |
381 | I take thee at thy gracious word | | | | | | | |
382 | Is God's peculiar people mine | | | | | | | |
383 | Long have I tried terrestrial joys | | | | | | | |
384 | Lord, I confess my guilt and shame | | | | | | | |
385 | Lord, I lament my wretched heart | | | | | | | |
386 | Lord! I would be a child of thine | | | | | | | |
387 | Mercy is welcome news indeed | | | | | | | |
388 | My Saviour, on Mount Calvary | | | | | | | |
389 | Oh, happy day, that fix'd my choice | | | | | | | |
390 | Oh, could I find from day to day | | | | | | | |
391 | O that I knew it were the case | | | | | | | |
392 | O let me run the Christian race | | | | | | | |
393 | The billows swell, the winds are high | | | | | | | |
394 | The cause that is for me too hard | | | | | | | |
395 | The soul that would to Jesus press | | | | | | | |
396 | O that I knew the secret place | | | | | | | |
397 | Thrice happy souls, who, born from heav'n | | | | | | | |
398 | Every moment brings me nearer | | | | | | | |
399 | Happiness, thou lovely name | | | | | | | |
400 | And am I blest with Jesus' love | | | | | | | |