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1 | I would sing Thy love, my Saviour | | | | | | | |
2 | Thorns had the Saviour of mankind | | | | | | | |
3 | Jesus Christ is my Creator | | | | | | | |
4 | From Edom whom see I returned | | | | | | | |
5 | In Eden—Memory e'er will tell | | | | | | | |
6 | Rough our way and dark the night | | | | | | | |
7 | My gentle Lamb, O come to me | | | | | | | |
8 | Who amid the swelling billows | | | | | | | |
9 | O seek a rock to build on | | | | | | | |
10 | I turn when afflicted with grief | | | | | | | |
11 | Cry, faithful messengers of God | | | | | | | |
12 | Here, behold the seat of mercy | | | | | | | |
13 | Angelic throngs unnumbered | | | | | | | |
14 | Heedless Soul of mine, bethink thee | | | | | | | |
15 | O the weakness, O the folly | | | | | | | |
16 | Unhappy soul, what sayest thou | | | | | | | |
17 | I had sought throughout creation | | | | | | | |
18 | Fly, Earth's gaudy, fading trifles | | | | | | | |
19 | Though unseen, O Lord, I love Thee | | | | | | | |
20 | Strange that I am not cut down | | | | | | | |
21 | Lord, hear my cry and see my case | | | | | | | |
22 | If I, the sin-benighted | | | | | | | |
23 | Teach me Aaron's thoughtful silence | | | | | | | |
24 | How shall I my case discover | | | | | | | |
25 | Sweet, sweet | | | | | | | |
26 | And must the cross attend my way | | | | | | | |
27 | My Lord with his affliction | | | | | | | |
28 | In the morning I expected | | | | | | | |
29 | I'll spend my few remaining days | | | | | | | |
30 | Far, far on the ocean | | | | | | | |
31 | Jesus, my Saviour and my God | | | | | | | |
32 | Direct unto my God | | | | | | | |
33 | A pilgrim I to Canaan flee | | | | | | | |
34 | Thy bright, swift pinions, Dawn, had I | | | | | | | |
35 | I am through the lone night waiting | | | | | | | |
36 | I look beyond the distant hills | | | | | | | |
37 | What though the dark cloud for a season doth hover | | | | | | | |
38 | Let brethren cease of party names to speak | | | | | | | |
39 | Advance, advance, ye hosts of God | | | | | | | |
40 | Emmanuel's name | | | | | | | |
41 | All tribes and tongues together come | | | | | | | |
42 | Fix a dwelling, Lord, in Goshen | | | | | | | |
43 | In thine abode | | | | | | | |
44 | He who darts the wingèd lightning | | | | | | | |
45 | O that now mine eyes were fountains | | | | | | | |
46 | Rescue Zion for thy praise | | | | | | | |
47 | To all the tribes of earth | | | | | | | |
48 | It shall not long remain | | | | | | | |
49 | To thy regions, World-eternal | | | | | | | |
50 | A weary pilgrim sat | | | | | | | |
51 | Down to that gloomy stream | | | | | | | |
52 | A day for solemn trial | | | | | | | |
53 | Hark, hark! methinks I hear a voice | | | | | | | |
54 | Lo! He comes on clouds of glory | | | | | | | |
55 | Toward heaven, my Father's home, I steer | | | | | | | |
56 | Many dear ones are departed | | | | | | | |
57 | My cup doth often while below | | | | | | | |
58 | I see a myriad saved | | | | | | | |
59 | But begun will be the singing | | | | | | | |
60 | Here I am a passing stranger | | | | | | | |
61 | If there be holy contest | | | | | | | |