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506 | My thoughts on awful subjects roll | | | | | | | |
507 | Why do we mourn departing friends | | | | | | | |
508 | Here at thy cross, my dying God | | | | | | | |
509 | Lord, when my thoughts with wonder roll | | | | | | | |
510 | Once more, my soul, the rising day salutes thy waking eyes | | | | | | | |
511 | Dread Sovereign, let my evening song | | | | | | | |
512 | Hosanna, with a cheerful sound | | | | | | | |
513 | Alas, and did my Savior bleed? And did my Sovereign die? | | | | | | | |
514 | My soul forsakes her [each] vain delight | | | | | | | |
515 | I send the joys of earth away | | | | | | | |
516 | The true Messiah now appears | | | | | | | |
517 | Sing to the Lord, that built the skies | | | | | | | |
518 | Welcome, sweet day of rest | | | | | | | |
519 | Far from my [our] thoughts, vain world, be gone | | | | | | | |
520 | Lord, what a heaven of saving grace | | | | | | | |
521 | Rise, rise my soul, and leave the ground | | | | | | | |
522 | High on a hill of dazzling light | | | | | | | |
523 | Let others boast how strong they be [are] | | | | | | | |
524 | Why is my heart so far from thee | | | | | | | |
525 | Let the old heathens tune their song | | | | | | | |
526 | Terrible God, that [who] reigns on high | | | | | | | |
527 | Descend from heaven, immortal dove | | | | | | | |
528 | When the great Builder arched the skies | | | | | | | |
529 | My drowsy powers, why sleep ye [you] so | | | | | | | |
530 | Lord, we were blind, we mortals blind | | | | | | | |
531 | God, the eternal, awful name | | | | | | | |
532 | Stoop down, my thoughts, that [which] used [use] to rise | | | | | | | |
533 | Jesus, with all thy saints above | | | | | | | |
534 | Come, ye [you] [we] that [who] love the Lord [Christ], And let your [our] joys | | | | | | | |
535 | Why should we start and fear to die | | | | | | | |
536 | How short and hasty is our life | | | | | | | |
537 | Raise thee my soul fly up and run | | | | | | | |
538 | Come, Holy Spirit, heavenly dove, with all thy quickening powers | | | | | | | |
539 | Let them neglect thy [their] glory, Lord | | | | | | | |
543 | Our days, alas, our mortal days | | | | | | | |
544 | Our God how firm his promise stands | | | | | | | |
545 | Up to the field [fields] where angels lie [sing] | | | | | | | |
546 | My God, what endless pleasures dwell | | | | | | | |
547 | Now for a tune [hymn] [song] of lofty praise | | | | | | | |
548 | With holy fear, and humble song | | | | | | | |
549 | Thy favors, Lord, surprise our souls | | | | | | | |
550 | Up to the Lord, that [who] reigns on high | | | | | | | |
551 | Now to the Lord a noble [joyful] song | | | | | | | |
552 | How vain are all things here below | | | | | | | |
553 | Death cannot make our souls afraid, If God be with us there | | | | | | | |
554 | Now let the Lord my Savior smile | | | | | | | |
555 | Bright King of glory, dreadful [mighty] [sovereign] [wondrous] God | | | | | | | |
556 | Death, 'tis a melancholy day To those that have no God | | | | | | | |
557 | Lord, what a wretched land is this | | | | | | | |
558 | My God, the spring of all my joys | | | | | | | |
559 | Thee we adore, eternal name, And humbly | | | | | | | |
560 | No, I shall envy them no more | | | | | | | |
561 | Lord, how secure and blest [blessed] are they | | | | | | | |
562 | Time, what an empty [fleeting] vapor 'tis | | | | | | | |
563 | Glory to God that [who] walks the sky | | | | | | | |
564 | Praise, everlasting praise, be paid | | | | | | | |
565 | My soul, come, meditate the day, And think | | | | | | | |
566 | Sing to the Lord, ye heavenly hosts | | | | | | | |
567 | Hark! hark! hark from the tombs, a mournful sound | | | | | | | |
568 | Happy the Church, thou [the] sacred place | | | | | | | |
569 | When I can read my title clear | | | | | | | |
570 | There is a land of pure delight, Where saints immortal reign | | | | | | | |
571 | Great God, how infinite art thou | | | | | | | |
572 | Father, I long, I faint to see The place of thine abode | | | | | | | |
573 | Begin my tongue some heavenly theme | | | | | | | |
574 | God of the seas, thy thund'ring voice | HUNTERSFIELD | | | | | | |
575 | The glories of my Maker, God | | | | | | | |
576 | Blest morning, whose young, dawning rays | | | | | | | |
577 | Hence from my soul, sad thoughts, begone | | | | | | | |
578 | Is this the kind return | | | | | | | |
579 | From thee, my [O] God, my [our] joys shall rise | | | | | | | |
580 | Hosanna [Hosannas] to the Prince of light | | | | | | | |
581 | Stand up, my soul [our souls], shake off thy [your] fears | | | | | | | |
582 | When the first parents of our race | | | | | | | |
583 | Plunged in a [the] gulf of dark [deep] despair | | | | | | | |
584 | O the almighty Lord, how matchless is his power | | | | | | | |
585 | And now the scales have left mine eyes | | | | | | | |
586 | Arise, my soul, my joyful powers | | | | | | | |
587 | Thus saith the Ruler of the skies | | | | | | | |
588 | Come, all [devout] harmonious tongues | | | | | | | |
589 | Why does your face, ye humble [troubled] souls | | | | | | | |
590 | Our sins, alas, how strong they be [are] | | | | | | | |
591 | How wondrous great, how glorious bright | | | | | | | |
592 | Salvation, O the joyful sound | | | | | | | |
593 | Hosanna to our conquering King, The prince of darkness flies | | | | | | | |
594 | How sad our state [fate] by nature is | | | | | | | |
595 | O the delights, the heavenly joys | | | | | | | |
596 | Shout to the Lord, and let your joys | | | | | | | |
597 | My God, my life, my love, to thee, to thee I call | | | | | | | |
598 | My God, my portion, and my love, my everlasting all. | | | | | | | |
599 | Infinite grief! amazing woe! | | | | | | | |
600 | Down headlong from the native skies | | | | | | | |
601 | From heaven the sinning angels fell | | | | | | | |
602 | My heart, how dreadful hard it is | | | | | | | |
603 | Let the whole race of creatures lie | | | | | | | |
604 | How full of anguish is the thought | | | | | | | |
605 | When in the light of faith divine | | | | | | | |
606 | No, I'll repine at death no more | | | | | | | |
607 | Come, happy souls, approach your God | | | | | | | |
608 | Raise your triumphant songs | | | | | | | |