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397 | I love the Lord; he heard my cries | | | | | | | |
398 | Into thine hand, O God of truth | | | | | | | |
399 | In all my troubles and distress | | | | | | | |
400 | Far from my thoughts, vain world, begone | | | | | | | |
401 | I thirst, but not as once I did | | | | | | | |
402 | Christ is my All, my sure Defense | | | | | | | |
403 | Now let the Lord my Saviour smile | | | | | | | |
404 | Lord, I am thine; but thou will prove | | | | | | | |
405 | Blest Jesus! source of grace divine | | | | | | | |
406 | My God, the spring of all my joys | | | | | | | |
407 | Arise, my soul, my joyful powers | | | | | | | |
408 | I love the windows of thy grace | | | | | | | |
409 | When I can read my title clear | | | | | | | |
410 | Thy way, O God! is in the sea | | | | | | | |
411 | My God, my portion, and my love | | | | | | | |
412 | My Captain sounds the alarm of war | | | | | | | |
413 | Pilgrims we are, and heav'nward bound | | | | | | | |
414 | How long, O Lord, shall I complain | | | | | | | |
415 | O! for a glance of heav'nly day | | | | | | | |
416 | I asked the Lord that I might grow | | | | | | | |
417 | Why is my heart so far from thee | | | | | | | |
418 | Now to thy praise, eternal King | | | | | | | |
419 | My soul lies cleaving to the dust | | | | | | | |
420 | Dear Refuge of my weary soul | | | | | | | |
421 | Affliction is a stormy deep | | | | | | | |
422 | How sore a plague is sin | | | | | | | |
423 | I would, but cannot sing | | | | | | | |
424 | I am a stranger here below | | | | | | | |
425 | Amidst these various scenes of ills | | | | | | | |
426 | Why should a son redeemed with blood | | | | | | | |
427 | Constrain'd by their Lord to embark | | | | | | | |
428 | Encompassed with clouds of distress | | | | | | | |
429 | 'Tis my happiness below | | | | | | | |
430 | 'Tis a point I long to know | | | | | | | |
431 | And must it, Lord, be so? | | | | | | | |
432 | Jesus! at thy command | | | | | | | |
433 | On Zion's glorious summit stood | | | | | | | |
434 | Thou only Sovereign of my heart | | | | | | | |
435 | When God from sin's captivity | | | | | | | |
436a | Jesus! lover of my soul | | | | | | | |
436b | Jesus! lover of my soul | | | | | | | |
437 | Out of the depths of wo | | | | | | | |
438 | Come, ye that fear the Lord | | | | | | | |
439 | The Lord is on our side | | | | | | | |
440 | Jesus draws the chosen race | | | | | | | |
441 | People of the living God | | | | | | | |
442 | When shall all my sorrows end? | | | | | | | |
443 | O that the Lord would guide my ways | | | | | | | |
444 | Grace, like a fountain, ever flows | | | | | | | |
445 | Exceeding precious is my Lord | | | | | | | |
446 | 'Twas in the night, when troubles came | | | | | | | |
447 | Sweet was the time when first I felt | | | | | | | |
448 | O Lord, how lovely is thy name | | | | | | | |
449 | I waited patient for the Lord | | | | | | | |
450 | When from the precepts to the cross | | | | | | | |
451 | Let Zion, in her songs, record | | | | | | | |
452 | When thou, my righteous Judge, shalt come | | | | | | | |
453 | This world is poor from shore to shore | | | | | | | |
454 | There is an hour of peaceful rest | | | | | | | |
455 | What jarring natures dwell within | | | | | | | |
456 | Oh! that my soul, as heretofore | | | | | | | |
457 | When marshalled on the nightly plain | | | | | | | |
458 | Why, mourning soul, why flow these tears? | | | | | | | |
459 | So let our lips and lives express | | | | | | | |
460 | Humble souls, who seek salvation | | | | | | | |
461 | Christians, if your hearts be warm | | | | | | | |
462 | Come, all ye sons of grace, and view | | | | | | | |
463 | Great God, we in thy name appear | | | | | | | |
464 | Come, Holy Spirit, dove divine | WINDHAM | | | | | | |
465 | Jesus, behold thy children here | | | | | | | |
466 | Thus was the great Redeemer plunged | | | | | | | |
467 | Meekly in Jordan's holy stream | | | | | | | |
468 | Buried beneath the yielding wave | | | | | | | |
469 | In all my Lord's appointed ways | | | | | | | |
470 | How great, how solemn is the work | | | | | | | |
471 | What poor despised company | | | | | | | |
472 | Down to the sacred wave | | | | | | | |
473 | Come, and behold the place | | | | | | | |
474 | Thou great incarnate God! | | | | | | | |
475 | Let all our tongues be one | | | | | | | |
476 | Jesus commands his saints | | | | | | | |
477 | The table now is spread | | | | | | | |
478 | 'Twas on that dark, that doleful night | | | | | | | |
479 | Jesus is gone above the skies | | | | | | | |
480 | When I survey the wondrous cross | | | | | | | |
481 | The King of saints his table spreads | | | | | | | |
482 | At thy command, our dearest Lord | | | | | | | |
483 | Our spirits join t'adore the Lamb | | | | | | | |
484 | Father of heaven, almighty King | | | | | | | |
485 | How sweet and awful is the place | | | | | | | |
486 | Jesus, O name divinely sweet! | | | | | | | |
487 | The cross of Christ inspires my heart | | | | | | | |
488 | Lord, at thy table I behold | | | | | | | |
489 | Once more we bow before our God | | | | | | | |
490 | Lord, fill thy servant's heart to-day | | | | | | | |
491 | The saints Emmanuel's portion are | | | | | | | |
492 | Come, dearest Lord, descend and dwell | | | | | | | |
493 | Now, Lord, thy saving power display | | | | | | | |
494 | When Zion's sons, great God, appear | | | | | | | |
495 | Praise God, from whom all blessings flow | | | | | | | |