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CCCI | O thou, to whose all-searching sight | | | | | | | |
CCCII | Bless'd are the humble souls that see | | | | | | | |
CCCIII | Go worship at Emmanuel's feet | | | | | | | |
CCCIV | 'Tis from the treasures of his word | | | | | | | |
CCCV | Join all the names of love and pow'r | | | | | | | |
CCCVI | Come, Thou Almighty King | | | | | | | |
CCCVII | Now, gracious Lord, thine arm reveal | | | | | | | |
CCCVIII | O Lord, by thy supporting hand | | | | | | | |
CCCIX | Sin has undone our wretched race | | | | | | | |
CCCX | See how rude winter's icy hand | | | | | | | |
CCCXI | At length the wish'd for spring is come | | | | | | | |
CCCXII | The grass and flow'rs, which clothe the field | | | | | | | |
CCCXIII | See how brown autumn spreads the field | | | | | | | |
CCCXIV | Eternal source of ev'ry joy! | | | | | | | |
CCCXV | 'Twas the eternal word that spake | | | | | | | |
CCCXVI | Now the shades of night are gone | | | | | | | |
CCCXVII | With thee, great God, the stores of light | | | | | | | |
CCCXVIII | Blest Lord, when darkness veils the skies | | | | | | | |
CCCXIX | Indulgent Father! by whose care | | | | | | | |
CCCXX | The day is past and gone | | | | | | | |
CCCXXI | O for a heart to praise and pray | | | | | | | |
CCCXXII | Awake, our drowsy souls | | | | | | | |
CCCXXIII | Frequent the day of God returns | | | | | | | |
CCCXXIV | Thine earthly Sabbaths, Lord, we love | | | | | | | |
CCCXXV | When God the Patriarch Abr'am call'd | | | | | | | |
CCCXXVI | How great our glorious Shepherd's love | | | | | | | |
CCCXXVII | Once did the sons of Abr'am pass | | | | | | | |
CCCXXVIII | Infinite grief, amazing woe | | | | | | | |
CCCXXIX | When I survey the wond'rous cross | | | | | | | |
CCCXXX | When I the blest Redeemer see | | | | | | | |
CCCXXXI | Sing to the Lord a new melodious song | | | | | | | |
CCCXXXII | See the victorious Jesus come | | | | | | | |
CCCXXXIII | 'Twas on that night when doom'd to know | | | | | | | |
CCCXXXIV | He dies! the friend of sinners dies! | | | | | | | |
CCCXXXV | Ye wretched, hungry, starving poor | | | | | | | |
CCCXXXVI | O for a thousand tongues to sing | | | | | | | |
CCCXXXVII | Let all our tongues be one | | | | | | | |
CCCXXXVIII | What myst'ries, Lord, in thee combine! | | | | | | | |
CCCXXXIX | Our great Redeemer's gone | | | | | | | |
CCCXL | Alas! and did my Saviour bleed? | | | | | | | |
CCCXLI | Shepherd of Israel, thou dost keep | | | | | | | |
CCCXLII | Let Zion's watchman all awake | | | | | | | |
CCCXLIII | And will the great eternal God | | | | | | | |
CCCXLIV | Almighty Sov'reign of the skies | | | | | | | |
CCCXLV | Praise to the Lord, who bows his ear | | | | | | | |
CCCXLVI | See, gracious God, before thy throne | | | | | | | |
CCCXLVII | O righteous God, thou judge supreme | | | | | | | |
CCCXLVIII | My soul would fain indulge a hope | | | | | | | |
CCCXLIX | Death with his dread commission seal'd | | | | | | | |
CCCL | Lord, I am pain'd, but I resign | | | | | | | |
CCCLI | Sov'reign of life, I own thy hand | | | | | | | |
CCCLII | O could our thoughts and wishes fly | | | | | | | |
CCCLIII | Almighty Maker of my frame | | | | | | | |
CCCLIV | Heav'n has confirm'd the great decree | | | | | | | |
CCCLV | Oft as the bell, with solemn toll | | | | | | | |
CCCLVI | In vain my fancy strives to paint | | | | | | | |
CCCLVII | Our life how short! a groan, a sigh | | | | | | | |
CCCLVIII | While on the verge of life I stand | | | | | | | |
CCCLIX | When death appears before my sight | | | | | | | |
CCCLX | Why do we mourn departing friends? | | | | | | | |
CCCLXI | What scenes of horror and of dread | | | | | | | |
CCCLXII | Preapare me, gracious God | | | | | | | |
CCCLXIII | Ah! lovely appearance of death | | | | | | | |
CCCLXIV | Unvail thy bosom, faithful tomb | | | | | | | |
CCCLXV | Lo! I behold the scatt'ring shades | | | | | | | |
CCCLXVI | What wretched fools are they, who hear | | | | | | | |
CCCLXVII | God from his throne with piercing eye | | | | | | | |
CCCLXVIII | Sinner, art thou still secure? | | | | | | | |
CCCLXIX | How great, how terrible that God | | | | | | | |
CCCLXX | Hark! from the sky, the trump proclaims | | | | | | | |
CCCLXXI | When a black overspreading cloud | | | | | | | |
CCCLXXII | Methinks the last great day is come | | | | | | | |
CCCLXXIII | And will the Judge descend? | | | | | | | |
CCCLXXIV | Attend, my ear; my heart, rejoice | | | | | | | |
CCCLXXV | Lo! he cometh! countless trumpets | | | | | | | |
CCCLXXVI | The dawn of morning veils her face | | | | | | | |
CCCLXXVII | Earth has engross'd my love too long | | | | | | | |
CCCLXXVIII | Swell the anthem, raise the song! | | | | | | | |
CCCLXXIX | Death and the grave are doleful themes | | | | | | | |
CCCLXXX | No, let us never mourn for those | | | | | | | |
CCCLXXXI | The God of Abraham praise, who reigns enthroned | | | | | | | |
CCCLXXXII | Awake, awake the sacred song | | | | | | | |
CCCLXXXIII | Christ the [our] Lord is [has] risen today, [Alleluia] [Sons of men] | | | | | | | |
CCCLXXXIV | This God is the God we adore | | | | | | | |
CCCLXXXV | Glory to God on high, Let earth and skies reply | | | | | | | |
CCCLXXXVI | Jesus, let thy pitying eye | | | | | | | |
CCCLXXXVII | Come seraph lend your heavenly tongue | | | | | | | |
CCCLXXXVIII | Shepherds, rejoice, lift up your eyes | | | | | | | |
CCCLXXXIX | The Savior to adore, Join every tuneful power | | | | | | | |
CCCXC | When the fierce north wind with his airy forces | | | | | | | |
CCCXCI | I love the Lord, but, ah, how far | | | | | | | |
CCCXCII | Happy the hours, the golden days | | | | | | | |
CCCXCIII | Mourn, mourn, ye saints who once did see | | | | | | | |
CCCXCIV | I sing my Savior's wondrous death | | | | | | | |
CCCXCV | World adieu thou real [cruel] cheat | | | | | | | |
CCCXCVI | Vital spark of heavenly flame | | | | | | | |
CCCXCVII | The righteous souls that take their flight | | | | | | | |
CCCXCVIII | O what amazing words of grace Are in the gospel found | | | | | | | |
CCCXCIX | Heavenly Father here we bless thee | | | | | | | |
CCCC | O [When] thou my righteous Judge shall [shalt] come | | | | | | | |