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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'l 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 | Blest are the humble Souls that see | | | | | | | |
I.CIII | I'm not ashamed to own my Lord | | | | | | | |
I.CIV | Not the Malicious or Profane | | | | | | | |
I.CV | Nor Eye hath seen, nor Ear hath 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 | | | | | | | |
I.CXV | Lord, how secure muy Conscience was | | | | | | | |
I.CXVI | Thus saith the first, the great Command | | | | | | | |
I.CXVII | Behold the Potter and the Clay | | | | | | | |
I.CXVIII | The Law by Moses came | | | | | | | |
I.CXIX | Christ and his Cross is all our Theme | | | | | | | |
I.CXX | Faith is the brightest Evidence | | | | | | | |
I.CXXI | Thus saith the Mercy of the Lord | | | | | | | |
I.CXXII | Do we not know that solemn Word | | | | | | | |
I.CXXIII | Behold the Wretch whose Lust and Wine | | | | | | | |
I.CXXIV | Deep in the Dust before thy Throne | | | | | | | |
I.CXXV | With Joy we meditate the Grace | | | | | | | |
I.CXXVI | Not diff'rent Food, or diff'rent Dress | | | | | | | |
I.CXXVII | Come hither, all ye weary Souls | | | | | | | |
I.CXXVIII | Go preach my Gospel, saith the Lord | | | | | | | |
I.CXXIX | Saints at your Father's heav'nly Word | | | | | | | |
I.CXXX | Now by the Bowels of my God | | | | | | | |
I.CXXXI | Behold how Sinners disagree | | | | | | | |
I.CXXXII | So let our Lips and Lives express | | | | | | | |
I.CXXXIII | Let Pharisees of high Esteem | | | | | | | |
I.CXXXIV | Had I the Tongues of Greeks and Jews | | | | | | | |
I.CXXXV | Come dearest Lord, descend and dwell | | | | | | | |
I.CXXXVI | God is a Spirit, Just and Wise | | | | | | | |
I.CXXXVII | Now to the Pow'r of God Supreme | | | | | | | |
I.CXXXVIII | Firm as the Earth thy Gospel stands | | | | | | | |
I.CXXXIX | How oft have Sin and Satan strove | | | | | | | |
I.CXL | Mistaken Souls! that dream of Heav'n | | | | | | | |
I.CXLI | Who has believ'd thy Word | | | | | | | |
I.CXLII | Like sheep we went astray | | | | | | | |
I.CXLIII | So new-born Babes desire the Breast | | | | | | | |
I.CXLIV | Why should the Children of a King | | | | | | | |
I.CXLV | Jesus, in Thee our Eyes behold | | | | | | | |
I.CXLVI | Go, worship at Immanuel's Feet | | | | | | | |
I.CXLVII | 'Tis from the treasures of his word | | | | | | | |
I.CXLVIII | With cheerful Voice I sing | | | | | | | |
I.CXLIX | Join all the Names of Love and Pow'r | | | | | | | |
I.CL | Join all the glorious names | | | | | | | |
II.I | Nature with all her Pow'rs shall sing | | | | | | | |
II.II | My Thoughts on awful Subjects roll | | | | | | | |
II.III | Why do we mourn departing Friends? | | | | | | | |
II.IV | Here at thy Cross, my dying God | | | | | | | |
II.V | Lord, when my Tho'ts with Wonder roll | | | | | | | |
II.VI | Once more, my Soul, the rising Day | | | | | | | |
II.VII | Dread Sov'reign, let my Ev'ning Song | | | | | | | |
II.VIII | Hosanna, with a chearful Sound | | | | | | | |
II.IX | Alas! and did my Saviour bleed! | | | | | | | |
II.X | My Soul forsakes her vain Delight | | | | | | | |
II.XI | I send the Joys of Earth away | | | | | | | |
II.XII | The true Messiah now appears | | | | | | | |
II.XIII | Sing to the Lord that built the Skies | | | | | | | |
II.XIV | Welcome, sweet Day of Rest | | | | | | | |
II.XV | Far from my Tho'ts vain World be gone | | | | | | | |
II.XVI | Lord, what a Heav'n of saving Grace | | | | | | | |
II.XVII | Rise, rise, my Soul, and leave the Ground | | | | | | | |
II.XVIII | High on a Hill of dazzling Light | | | | | | | |
II.XIX | Let others boast how strong they be | | | | | | | |
II.XX | Why is my Heart so far from Thee | | | | | | | |
II.XXI | Let the old Heathens tune their Song | | | | | | | |
II.XXII | Terrible God, that reign'st on high | | | | | | | |
II.XXIII | Descend from Heav'n immortal Dove | | | | | | | |
II.XXIV | When the great Builder arch'd the skies | | | | | | | |
II.XXV | My drowsy Pow'rs, why sleep ye so? | | | | | | | |