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402 | Now be the God of Isr'l blest | | | | | | | |
403 | To God the only wise, our Savior and our King | | | | | | | |
404 | 'Twas the commission of our [the] Lord | | | | | | | |
405 | God, who in various methods told | | | | | | | |
406 | Jesus, we bless thy Father's name | | | | | | | |
407 | When we are raised from deep distress | | | | | | | |
408 | We sing the glories of thy love | | | | | | | |
409 | Back with humble shame we look | | | | | | | |
410 | Let mortal tongues attempt to sing | | | | | | | |
411 | In Gabriel's hand a mighty stone | | | | | | | |
412 | Our souls shall magnify the Lord, In God the Savior | | | | | | | |
413 | Now to the Lord a noble [joyful] song | | | | | | | |
414 | Come, let us join a joyful tune To our exalted Lord | | | | | | | |
415 | What equal honors shall we bring | | | | | | | |
416 | Behold what wondrous grace | | | | | | | |
417 | Let the seventh angel sound on high | | | | | | | |
418 | Let him embrace my soul, and prove | | | | | | | |
419 | Thou whom my soul admires above | | | | | | | |
420 | Behold the Rose of Sharon here | | | | | | | |
421 | The voice of my beloved sounds | | | | | | | |
422 | Hark, the Redeemer from on high | | | | | | | |
423 | Often I seek my Lord by night | | | | | | | |
424 | Daughters of Zion, come, behold | | | | | | | |
425 | Kind is the speech of Christ our Lord | | | | | | | |
426 | We are a garden walled around | | | | | | | |
427 | The wondering world enquires [inquires] to know | | | | | | | |
428 | When strangers stand and hear me tell | | | | | | | |
429 | Now in the [thy] galleries of his grace | | | | | | | |
430 | Who is this fair one in distress | | | | | | | |
434 | Shall the vile race of flesh and bloood | | | | | | | |
435 | Not from the dust affliction grows | | | | | | | |
436 | Jehovah speaks, let Isr'l hear | | | | | | | |
437 | The Lord on high proclaims His Godhead | | | | | | | |
438 | How should the sons of Adam's race | | | | | | | |
439 | Thus saith the high and lofty one | NORWICH | | | | | | |
440 | Life is the time to serve the Lord | | | | | | | |
441 | Ye sons of Adam, vain and young | | | | | | | |
442 | Lo the young tribes of Adam rise | | | | | | | |
443 | Now in the heat [flush] of youthful blood | | | | | | | |
444 | Shall wisdom cry aloud | | | | | | | |
445 | Thus saith the wisdom of the Lord | | | | | | | |
446 | Vain are the hopes that rebels place | | | | | | | |
447 | Not all the outward forms on earth, Nor rites that God hath given | | | | | | | |
448 | But few among the carnal wise | | | | | | | |
449 | Buried in [the] shadows of the night | | | | | | | |
450 | How heavy is the night | | | | | | | |
451 | Vain are the hopes that rebels place | | | | | | | |
452 | Not to condemn the sons of men did Christ the son | | | | | | | |
453 | Who can describe the joys that rise | | | | | | | |
454 | Blest are the humble souls that [who] see | | | | | | | |
455 | I'm not ashamed to own my [the] Lord | | | | | | | |
456 | Not the malicious or [nor] [and] profane | | | | | | | |
457 | Nor eye hath seen nor ear hath heard | | | | | | | |
458 | Shall we go on to sin | | | | | | | |
459 | Deceived by subtle snares of hell [I fell] | LIMA | | | | | | |
460 | Not with our mortal eyes have we beheld the Lord | | | | | | | |
461 | No more, my God, I boast no more, Of all the duties I have done | | | | | | | |
462 | There is a house not made with [by] hands, Eternal | | | | | | | |
463 | Lord, we confess our numerous faults | | | | | | | |
464 | So did the Hebrew prophet raise | | | | | | | |
465 | How large the promise, how divine | | | | | | | |
466 | Gentiles by nature, we belong | | | | | | | |
468 | Lord, how secure my conscience was [lay] | | | | | | | |
469 | Behold the potter and the clay | | | | | | | |
470 | The law by Moses came | | | | | | | |
471 | Christ and his [the] cross is [are] all our [my] theme | | | | | | | |
472 | Faith is the brightest evidence | | | | | | | |
473 | Thus saith the mercy [promise] of the Lord | | | | | | | |
474 | Do we not know that solemn word | | | | | | | |
475 | Behold the wretch whose lust and wine | | | | | | | |
476 | Deep in the dust before thy throne | | | | | | | |
477 | With joy we meditate the [thy] grace | | | | | | | |
478 | Not different food nor different dress, Compose the kindgom of our Lord | | | | | | | |
479 | Come hither, all ye [you] weary souls | | | | | | | |
480 | Go preach my gospel, saith the [my] Lord | | | | | | | |
481 | Saints at your heavenly Father's word | | | | | | | |
482 | Now by the bowels [mercies] of my [our] God [Lord] | | | | | | | |
483 | Behold how sinners disagree | | | | | | | |
484 | So let our lips and lives express | | | | | | | |
485 | Let Pharisees of high esteem | | | | | | | |
486 | Had I the tongues of Greeks and Jews | | | | | | | |
487 | Come dearest Lord, descend and dwell | | | | | | | |
488 | God is a spirit, just and wise | | | | | | | |
489 | Now to the power of God Supreme | | | | | | | |
490 | Firm as the earth thy [the] gospel stands | | | | | | | |
491 | How oft have [hath] sin and Satan [nature] strove [striven] | | | | | | | |
492 | Mistaken souls, that [who] dream of heaven | | | | | | | |
493 | Who has believed thy Word | | | | | | | |
494 | Like sheep we went astray | | | | | | | |
495 | So new born babes desire the breast | | | | | | | |
496 | Why should the children of a King | | | | | | | |
497 | Jesus, in thee our eyes behold | | | | | | | |
498 | Go, worship at Emmanuel's feet | | | | | | | |
499 | 'Tis from the treasures of his word | | | | | | | |
500 | With cheerful voice I [we] sing the titles of my [our] Lord | | | | | | | |
501 | Immense compassion reigns | | | | | | | |
502 | Join all the names of love and power | | | | | | | |
503 | Join all the glorious names | | | | | | | |
504 | Jesus, my great High Priest | | | | | | | |
505 | Nature with all her powers shall sing | | | | | | | |