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d101 | My soul, repeat His praise Whose mercies are so | | | | | | | |
d102 | My soul, thy great Creator praise When clothed in | | | | | | | |
d103 | My spirit looks to God alone My rock and refuge | | | | | | | |
d104 | My thoughts, that oft ascend [often mount] the skies | | | | | | | |
d105 | No, 'tis in vain to seek for bliss | | | | | | | |
d106 | Now be my heart [our hearts] inspired to sing | | | | | | | |
d107 | Now begin the heavenly theme | | | | | | | |
d108 | Now in the heat [flush] of youthful blood | | | | | | | |
d109 | Now let our mournful song [songs] record | | | | | | | |
d110 | O come, loud anthems let us sing, loud thanks | | | | | | | |
d111 | O for a shout of sacred joy | | | | | | | |
d112 | O for a sweet, inspiring ray | | | | | | | |
d113 | O God, how endless is thy love | | | | | | | |
d114 | O God, how excellent thy grace | | | | | | | |
d115 | O God, my heart is fully bent | | | | | | | |
d116 | O if my soul was [were] formed for woe | | | | | | | |
d117 | O Lord, how great's the favor | | | | | | | |
d118 | O love divine, how sweet [good] thou art | | | | | | | |
d119 | O that the Lord would guide my [our] ways | | | | | | | |
d120 | O thou, in whom the gentiles trust | | | | | | | |
d121 | One there is above all others, well [who] deserves | | | | | | | |
d122 | Our Shepherd alone, the Lord, let us bless | | | | | | | |
d123 | Raise your triumphant songs | | | | | | | |
d124 | Rejoice, ye righteous, in the Lord, This work | | | | | | | |
d125 | Religion is the chief concern | | | | | | | |
d126 | Remember, Lord, our mortal state | | | | | | | |
d127 | Return, O God of love, return | | | | | | | |
d128 | Rise, my soul, and stretch thy wings | | | | | | | |
d129 | Salvation, O the joyful sound | | | | | | | |
d130 | Save me O God the swelling flood | | | | | | | |
d131 | See what a living stone | | | | | | | |
d132 | Seraphs, with elevated strains | | | | | | | |
d133 | Shall the vile race of flesh and blood | | | | | | | |
d134 | Show pity Lord, O Lord, forgive | | | | | | | |
d135 | Sing to the Lord, that built the skies | | | | | | | |
d136 | Sing to the Lord, ye [you] distant lands | | | | | | | |
d137 | Sinner [sinners], O why so thoughtless grown | | | | | | | |
d138 | Stoop down, my thoughts, that [which] used [use] to rise | | | | | | | |
d139 | Sure there's a righteous God | | | | | | | |
d140 | Sweet is the work, my [O] [our] God, [and] [my] [our] King | | | | | | | |
d141 | Teach me the measure of my days | | | | | | | |
d142 | That awful day will surely come | | | | | | | |
d143 | The God of glory sends his summons forth | | | | | | | |
d144 | The Lord Jehovah reigns, His throne is built on high | | | | | | | |
d145 | The Lord my Shepherd is, I shall be well supplied | | | | | | | |
d146 | The Lord, the sovereign, sends his summons forth | | | | | | | |
d147 | The rising morning can't ensure | | | | | | | |
d148 | The spacious firmament on high | | | | | | | |
d149 | Thee we adore, eternal name, And humbly | | | | | | | |
d150 | There is a fountain filled with blood, drawn from Immanuel's vein [veins] | | | | | | | |
d151 | There is a land of pure delight, Where saints immortal reign | | | | | | | |
d152 | Think, mighty God, on feeble man | | | | | | | |
d153 | This is the day the Lord hath [has] made, He calls | | | | | | | |
d154 | This spacious earth is all the Lord's, And men | | | | | | | |
d155 | Thou Lord, by strictest search hast known | | | | | | | |
d156 | Thou soft [sweet] flowing [gliding] Kedron [Cedron], by thy silver [limpid] stream | | | | | | | |
d157 | Thrice happy man [name] who fears the Lord | | | | | | | |
d158 | Through all the changing scenes of life, In trouble | | | | | | | |
d159 | Through every age, eternal God | | | | | | | |
d160 | Thy name, Almighty Lord [God], shall sound | | | | | | | |
d161 | 'Tis by thy strength the mountains stand | | | | | | | |
d162 | 'Tis finished, the Redeemer cries | | | | | | | |
d163 | To God the great, the ever blest [blessed] | | | | | | | |
d164 | To God the only wise, our Savior and our King | | | | | | | |
d165 | To our Almighty Maker, God, new honors be addressed | | | | | | | |
d166 | To thee, O Lord, my cries ascend | | | | | | | |
d167 | 'Twas from thy hand, my [great] God, I came | | | | | | | |
d168 | Upward I lift mine [my] eyes | | | | | | | |
d169 | Vital spark of heavenly flame | | | | | | | |
d170 | We lift our hearts to thee, O [Our] [Thou] Day-Star | | | | | | | |
d171 | Welcome, sweet day of rest | | | | | | | |
d172 | What equal honors shall we bring | | | | | | | |
d173 | What shall I render to my God for all his kindness shown | | | | | | | |
d174 | When blooming youth is [are] snatched [called] away | | | | | | | |
d175 | When I can read my title clear | | | | | | | |
d176 | When overwhelmed with grief | | | | | | | |
d177 | When shall thy lovely face be seen | | | | | | | |
d178 | Where nothing dwelt but beasts of prey | | | | | | | |
d179 | Why did the nations join to slay | | | | | | | |
d180 | Why do we [ye] [you] mourn departing [departed] [for dying] friends | | | | | | | |
d181 | Why should vain mortals tremble at the sight | | | | | | | |
d182 | With reverence let the [should thy] saints appear | | | | | | | |
d183 | With songs and honors sounding loud | | | | | | | |
d184 | Ye boundless realms of joy | | | | | | | |
d185 | Ye that delight to serve the Lord | | | | | | | |
d186 | Ye tribes of Adam join, with heaven and earth and seas | | | | | | | |
d187 | Ye wretched, hungry, starving poor Behold a royal feast | | | | | | | |
d188 | Yes, the Redeemer rose [lives]; The Savior left the dead | | | | | | | |