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I.I | Behold the glories of the Lamb | | | | | | | |
I.II | Ere the blue heavens were stretched abroad | | | | | | | |
I.III | Behold the grace appears | | | | | | | |
I.V | Naked as from the earth we came | | | | | | | |
I.VI | Great God, I own thy sentence just | | | | | | | |
I.VII | Let every mortal ear attend | | | | | | | |
I.VIII | How honourable is the place | | | | | | | |
I.IX | In vain we lavish out our lives | | | | | | | |
I.X | How beauteous are their feet | | | | | | | |
I.XI | There was an hour when Christ rejoic'd | | | | | | | |
I.XII | Jesus, the man of constant grief | | | | | | | |
I.XIII | The lands that long in darkness lay | | | | | | | |
I.XIV | Who shall the Lord's elect condemn | | | | | | | |
I.XV | Let me but hear my Saviour say | | | | | | | |
I.XVI | Hosanna to the royal Son | | | | | | | |
I.XVII | O for an overcoming faith | | | | | | | |
I.XVIII | Hear what the voice from heav'n proclaims | | | | | | | |
I.XIX | Lord, at thy temple we appear | | | | | | | |
I.XX | Awake. my heart, arise my tongue | | | | | | | |
I.XXI | Lo, what a glorious sight appears | | | | | | | |
I.XXIV | In vain the wealthy mortals toil | | | | | | | |
I.XXV | All mortal vanities be gone | | | | | | | |
I.XXVI | Bless'd be the everlasting God | | | | | | | |
I.XXVII | Death may dissolve my body now | | | | | | | |
I.XXVIII | What mighty man, or mighty God | | | | | | | |
I.XXIX | I lift my banner (saith the Lord) | | | | | | | |
I.XXX | In thine own ways, O God of love | | | | | | | |
I.XXXII | Whence do our mournful thoughts arise? | | | | | | | |
I.XXXIX | Now shall my inward joys arise | | | | | | | |
I.XL | What happy men, or angels, these | | | | | | | |
I.XLI | These glorious minds, how bright they shine | | | | | | | |
I.XLII | Adore and tremble, for our God | | | | | | | |
I.XLV | See where the great incarnate God | | | | | | | |
I.XLVIII | Awake, our souls (away our fears | | | | | | | |
I.XLIX | How strong thine arm is, mighty God | | | | | | | |
I.L | Now be the God of Isr'el bless'd | | | | | | | |
I.LI | To God the only wise | | | | | | | |
I.LII | 'Twas the commission of our Lord | | | | | | | |
I.LIII | God, who in various methods told | | | | | | | |
I.LIV | Jesus, we bless thy Father's name | | | | | | | |
I.LV | When we are rais'd from deep distress | | | | | | | |
I.LVI | We sing the glories of thy love | | | | | | | |
I.LVII | Backward with humble shame we look | | | | | | | |
I.LVIII | Let mortal tongues attempt to sing | | | | | | | |
I.LIX | In Gabriel's hand a mighty stone | | | | | | | |
I.LX | Our souls shall magnify the Lord | | | | | | | |
I.LXI | Now to the Lord, that makes us know | | | | | | | |
I.LXII | Come, let us join our cheerful songs | | | | | | | |
I.LXIII | What equal honours shall we bring | | | | | | | |
I.LXIV | Behold what wondrous grace | | | | | | | |
I.LXV | Let the seventh angel sound on high | | | | | | | |
I.LXVI | Let him embrace my soul and prove | | | | | | | |
I.LXVII | Thou whom my soul admires above | | | | | | | |
I.LXVIII | Behold the Rose of Sharon here | | | | | | | |
I.LXIX | The voice of my beloved sounds | | | | | | | |
I.LXX | Hark! the Redeemer from on high | | | | | | | |
I.LXXI | Often I seek my Lord by night | | | | | | | |
I.LXXII | Daughters of Sion, come, behold | | | | | | | |
I.LXXIII | Kind is the Speech of Christ our Lord | | | | | | | |
I.LXXIV | We are a garden wall'd around | | | | | | | |
I.LXXV | The wondering world inquires to know | | | | | | | |
I.LXXVI | When strangers stand and hear me tell | | | | | | | |
I.LXXVII | Now in the gall'ries of his grace | | | | | | | |
I.LXXVIII | Who is this fair one in distress | | | | | | | |
I.LXXIX | God of the morning, at whose voice | | | | | | | |
I.LXXX | Thus far the Lord has led me on | | | | | | | |
I.LXXXI | My God, how endless is thy love! | | | | | | | |
I.LXXXII | Shall the vile race of flesh and blood | | | | | | | |
I.LXXXIII | Not from the dust affliction grows | | | | | | | |
I.LXXXIV | Jehovah speaks, let Isr'el hear | | | | | | | |
I.LXXXV | The Lord on high proclaims | | | | | | | |
I.LXXXVI | How should the sons of Adam's race | | | | | | | |
I.LXXXVII | Thus saith the High and Lofty One | | | | | | | |
I.LXXXVIII | Life is the time to serve the Lord | | | | | | | |
I.LXXXIX | Ye sons of Adam, vain and young | | | | | | | |
I.XC | Lo, the young tribes of Adam rise | | | | | | | |
I.XCI | Now in the heat of youthful blood | | | | | | | |
I.XCII | Shall wisdom cry aloud | | | | | | | |
I.XCIII | Thus saith the wisdom of the Lord | | | | | | | |
I.XCIV | Vain are the hopes the sons of men | | | | | | | |
I.XCV | Not all the outward forms on earth | | | | | | | |
I.XCVI | But few among the carnal wise | | | | | | | |
I.XCVII | Bury'd in shadows of the night | | | | | | | |
I.XCVIII | How heavy is the night | | | | | | | |
I.XCIX | Vain are the hopes that rebels place | | | | | | | |
I.C | Not to condemn the sons of men | | | | | | | |
I.CI | Who can describe the joys that rise | | | | | | | |
I.CII | Bless'd are the humble souls that see | | | | | | | |
I.CIII | I'm not asham'd to own my Lord | | | | | | | |
I.CIV | Not the malicious or profane | | | | | | | |
I.CV | Nor eye hath seen, nor ear has heard | | | | | | | |
I.CVI | Shall we go on to sin | | | | | | | |
I.CVII | Deceiv'd by subtil snares of hell | | | | | | | |
I.CVIII | Not with our mortal eyes | | | | | | | |
I.CIX | No more, my God, I boast no more | | | | | | | |
I.CX | There is a house not made with hands | | | | | | | |
I.CXI | Lord, we confess our num'rous faults | | | | | | | |
I.CXII | So did the Hebrew prophet raise | | | | | | | |
I.CXIII | How large the promise! how divine | | | | | | | |
I.CXIV | Gentiles by nature, we belong | | | | | | | |