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301 | Come, thou fount of ev'ry blessing | | | | | | | |
302 | Children of the heavenly King | | | | | | | |
303 | Our country is Immanuel's ground | | | | | | | |
304 | Guide me, O thou great Jehovah! | | | | | | | |
305 | The darken'd sky, how thick it low'rs! | | | | | | | |
306 | Affliction is a stormy deep | | | | | | | |
307 | Why should a living man complain | | | | | | | |
308 | When night descends in sable guise | | | | | | | |
309 | On Jordan's stormy banks I stand | | | | | | | |
310 | While on the verge of life I stand | | | | | | | |
311 | The hour of my departure's come | | | | | | | |
312 | Go to dark Gethsemane | | | | | | | |
313 | Great was the day, the joy was great | | | | | | | |
314 | Jesus shall reign, where'er the sun | | | | | | | |
315 | Hark! what trimphant strains are these | | | | | | | |
316 | Great God! the nations of the earth | | | | | | | |
317 | Behold th' expected time draw near | | | | | | | |
318 | Go, and the Savior's grace proclaim | | | | | | | |
319 | Bright as the sun's meridian blaze | | | | | | | |
320 | Far from my thoughts, vain world, begone | | | | | | | |
321 | How lovely, how divinely sweet | | | | | | | |
322 | Thy presence, gracious God, afford | | | | | | | |
323 | I Love thy Zion, Lord! | | | | | | | |
324 | Lord! 'tis a pleasant thing, to stand | | | | | | | |
325 | Away from ev'ry mortal care | | | | | | | |
326 | Early, my God, without delay | | | | | | | |
327 | This is the day the Lord hath made | | | | | | | |
328 | Almighty Father! hear our vows | | | | | | | |
329 | Sweet is the work, my God, my King! | | | | | | | |
330 | This is the day the Lord hath made | | | | | | | |
331 | From ev'ry stormy wind that blows | | | | | | | |
332 | O happiness, thou pleasing dream | | | | | | | |
333 | Wherewith shall I approach the Lord | | | | | | | |
334 | Almighty God, thy word is cast | | | | | | | |
335 | Again our ears have heard the voice | | | | | | | |
336 | Father of mercies, in thy house | | | | | | | |
337 | Thus spake the Savior, when he sent | | | | | | | |
338 | Let Zion's watchmen all arise | | | | | | | |
339 | Draw near, O Son of God, draw near | | | | | | | |
340 | Equip me for the war | | | | | | | |
341 | My brethren, from my heart belov'd | | | | | | | |
342 | O thou, who art above all height! | | | | | | | |
343 | O in the morn of life, when youth | | | | | | | |
344 | Happy is he, whose early years | | | | | | | |
345 | Now, in the heat of youthful blood | | | | | | | |
346 | Dear Savior, if these lambs should stray | | | | | | | |
347 | Lord, I am thine, entirely thine | | | | | | | |
348 | Welcome, thou well belov'd of God | | | | | | | |
349 | Welcome, ye hopeful heirs of heav'n | | | | | | | |
350 | O happy day, that stays my choice | | | | | | | |
351 | Happiness! thou lovely name | | | | | | | |
352 | Jesus! I my cross have taken | | | | | | | |
353 | Witness, ye men and angels; now | | | | | | | |
354 | My God, my strength, my hope | | | | | | | |
355 | Shepherd of Israel, thou dost keep | | | | | | | |
356 | With heavenly pow'r, O Lord, defend | | | | | | | |
357 | Supreme and universal light! | | | | | | | |
358 | Lord of hosts, to thee we raise | | | | | | | |
359 | Far from affliction, toil, and care | | | | | | | |
360 | To-day we lay the corner stone | | | | | | | |
361 | And will the great eternal God | | | | | | | |
362 | Dear Shepherd of thy people, here | | | | | | | |
363 | When, bending o'er the brink of life | | | | | | | |
364 | Oh, where shall rest be found | | | | | | | |
365 | Oft as the bell, with solemn toll | | | | | | | |
366 | Hark! from the tombs a doleful sound | | | | | | | |
367 | Teach me the measure of my days | | | | | | | |
368 | Thee we adore, eternal Name! | | | | | | | |
369 | That awful hour will soon appear | | | | | | | |
370 | God of eternity! from thee | | | | | | | |
371 | The morning flow'rs display their sweets | | | | | | | |
372 | When death appears before my sight | | | | | | | |
373 | Why should we start and fear to die? | | | | | | | |
374 | And must this body die? | | | | | | | |
375 | Must friends and kindred droop and die | | | | | | | |
376 | Though nature's voice you must obey | | | | | | | |
377 | While to the grave our friends are borne | | | | | | | |
378 | Thy life I read, my dearest Lord! | | | | | | | |
379 | Life is a span, a fleeting hour | | | | | | | |
380 | When blooming youth is snatch'd away | | | | | | | |
381 | From his low bed of mortal dust | | | | | | | |
382 | In vain my fancy strives to paint | | | | | | | |
383 | When life's tempestuous storms are o'er | | | | | | | |
384 | There is a house not made with hands | | | | | | | |
385 | Blest is the mem'ry of the just | | | | | | | |
386 | The grave is now a favor'd spot | | | | | | | |
387 | What scenes of horror and of dread | | | | | | | |
388 | No, I'll repine at death no more | | | | | | | |
389 | What sinners value, I resign | | | | | | | |
390 | Thro' sorrow's night and danger's path | | | | | | | |
391 | How long shall death, the tyrant, reign | | | | | | | |
392 | Methinks the last great day is come | | | | | | | |
393 | When, rising from the bed of death | | | | | | | |
394 | There is a land of pure delight | | | | | | | |
395 | O the delights, the heavenly joys | | | | | | | |
396 | Nor eye hath seen, nor ear hath heard | | | | | | | |
397 | Ye golden lamps of heav'n! farewell | | | | | | | |
398 | Not to the terrors of the Lord | | | | | | | |
399 | Come, Lord, and warm each languid heart | | | | | | | |
400 | From this world's joys and senseless mirth | | | | | | | |