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a459 | Sweet is the friendly voice which speaks | | | | | | | |
a460 | The long-lost son, with streaming eyes | | | | | | | |
a461 | O thou that hear'st the prayer of faith | | | | | | | |
a462 | I love my God, but with no love of mine | | | | | | | |
a463 | Happy the heart where graces reign | | | | | | | |
a464 | Had I the gift of tongues | | | | | | | |
a465 | Of all the joys we mortals know | | | | | | | |
a466 | Jesus, our Lord, how rich thy grace! | | | | | | | |
a467 | Lord, lead the way the Saviour went | | | | | | | |
a468 | My God, how wonderful Thou art! | | | | | | | |
a469 | Jesus, I love thy charming name! | | | | | | | |
a470 | Thus saith the first, the great command | | | | | | | |
a471 | Thou God of hope, to thee we bow | | | | | | | |
a472 | Blest is the man whose softening heart | | | | | | | |
a473 | Thy happy ones a strain begin | | | | | | | |
a474 | O what shall I do my Saviour to praise | | | | | | | |
a475 | When God revealed his gracious name | | | | | | | |
a476 | Lord, how secure and blest are they | | | | | | | |
a477 | Joy is a fruit that will not grow | | | | | | | |
a478 | How happy are they | | | | | | | |
a479 | Ye servants of the living God | | | | | | | |
a480 | O happy is the man who hears | | | | | | | |
a481 | Faith is the brightest evidence | | | | | | | |
a482 | My faith looks up to thee | | | | | | | |
a483 | Thy promises surpass my thought | | | | | | | |
a484 | If on a quiet sea | | | | | | | |
a485 | Alas, what hourly dangers rise! | | | | | | | |
a486 | Father, I stretch my hands to thee | | | | | | | |
a487 | Be still, my heart! these anxious cares | | | | | | | |
a488 | Deluded souls, that dream of heaven | | | | | | | |
a489 | O let triumphant faith dispel | | | | | | | |
a490 | How happy every child of grace | | | | | | | |
a491 | I know that my Redeemer lives | | | | | | | |
a492 | Lord Jesus, we, believing | | | | | | | |
a493 | Away, my unbelieving fear! | | | | | | | |
a494 | Author of faith, to thee I cry | | | | | | | |
a495 | The Christian warrior, see him stand | | | | | | | |
a496 | Heal us, Immanuel; here we are | | | | | | | |
a497 | Jesus, to thee I now can fly | | | | | | | |
a498 | Away, my needless fears | | | | | | | |
a499 | Into thy gracious hands I fall | | | | | | | |
a500 | Lord, I believe; Thy power I own | | | | | | | |
a501 | 'T is faith that purifies the heart | | | | | | | |
a502 | I lift my soul to God | | | | | | | |
a503 | In vain men talk of living faith | | | | | | | |
a504 | Mistaken souls, that dream of heaven | | | | | | | |
a505 | Though troubles assail, and dangers affright | | | | | | | |
a506 | 'Tis by the faith of joys to come | | | | | | | |
a507 | 'Tis faith that lays the sinner low | | | | | | | |
a508 | O for a faith that will not shrink | | | | | | | |
a509 | O Lord, I fall before thy face | | | | | | | |
a510 | Thy home is with the humble, Lord | | | | | | | |
a511 | Speak gently,-- it is better far | | | | | | | |
a512 | Happy the meek, whose gentle breast | | | | | | | |
a513 | Wherefore should man, frail child of clay | | | | | | | |
a514 | Lord, if thou thy grace impart | | | | | | | |
a515 | When all thy mercies, O my God | | | | | | | |
a516 | My Maker and my King | | | | | | | |
a517 | Be it my only wisdom here | | | | | | | |
a518 | Since we, and all our treasures too | | | | | | | |
a519 | Great God of nations, now to thee | | | | | | | |
a520 | Hope, though slow she be, and late | | | | | | | |
a521 | O glorious hope of heavenly love! | | | | | | | |
a522 | A throne of grace! then let us go | | | | | | | |
a523 | Come, praying souls, rejoice | | | | | | | |
a524 | Prayer is appointed to convey | | | | | | | |
a525 | Jesus, who knows full well | | | | | | | |
a526 | Our Father, who in heaven art | | | | | | | |
a527 | Blest hour, when mortal man retires | | | | | | | |
a528 | And shall not Jesus hear | | | | | | | |
a529 | Saviour, at thy feet we bow | | | | | | | |
a530 | Go when the morning shineth | | | | | | | |
a531 | When fainting in the sultry waste | | | | | | | |
a532 | To thee, before the dawning light | | | | | | | |
a533 | Where is my God? does he retire | | | | | | | |
a534 | Father of Jesus Christ, my Lord | | | | | | | |
a535 | Our heavenly Father, hear | | | | | | | |
a536 | From every stormy wind that blows | | | | | | | |
a537 | What various hindrances we meet | | | | | | | |
a538 | Sweet the moments, rich in blessing | | | | | | | |
a539 | Hear, gracious Sov'reign, from thy throne | | | | | | | |
a540 | Shepherd divine, our wants relieve | | | | | | | |
a541 | Father of mercies, God of love | | | | | | | |
a542 | Shine forth, eternal source of light | | | | | | | |
a543 | Come, my soul, thy suit prepare | | | | | | | |
a544 | Ye praying souls, rejoice | | | | | | | |
a545 | Sweet is the prayer whose holy stream | | | | | | | |
a546 | O Lord, thy work revive | | | | | | | |
a547 | How sweet the melting lay | | | | | | | |
a548 | Come, ye disconsolate, where'er ye languish | | | | | | | |
a549 | Come, let us pray: 't is sweet to feel | | | | | | | |
a550 | O Lord, thy heavenly grace impart | | | | | | | |
a551 | I want a principle within | | | | | | | |
a552 | Teach me, my God and King | | | | | | | |
a553 | When shall thy love constrain | | | | | | | |
a554 | Take my heart, O Father, take it | | | | | | | |
a555 | Father, they who thee receive | | | | | | | |
a556 | O Lord, thou art my Lord | | | | | | | |
a557 | Lord, I would come to thee | | | | | | | |
a558 | Emptied of earth I fain would be | | | | | | | |