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201 | God, in the gospel of his [the] Son | | | | | | | |
202 | Thy mercy, my God, is the theme of my song | | | | | | | |
203 | O cease, my wandering soul | | | | | | | |
204 | Begin my tongue some heavenly theme | | | | | | | |
205 | Grace, 'tis a charming [cheering] [joyful] [pleasing] sound | | | | | | | |
206 | Father, how wide thy glory shines | | | | | | | |
207 | When on Sinai's top I see | | | | | | | |
208 | There is a fountain filled with blood, drawn from Immanuel's vein [veins] | | | | | | | |
209 | How heavy is the night | | | | | | | |
210 | Praise to the Lord on high | | | | | | | |
211 | Salvation, O the joyful sound | | | | | | | |
212 | From the cross uplifted high | | | | | | | |
213 | O what amazing words of grace Are in the gospel found | | | | | | | |
214 | Christ and his [the] cross is [are] all our [my] theme | | | | | | | |
215 | What is the thing of greatest [highest] price | | | | | | | |
216 | Religion is the chief concern | | | | | | | |
217 | Sow in the morn thy [the] seed, At eve | | | | | | | |
218 | Now Lord, thy heavenly [gospel] seed is sown | | | | | | | |
219 | O God, by whom [thee] the seed is given | | | | | | | |
220 | On what has now been sown | | | | | | | |
221 | Of thy love some gracious token | | | | | | | |
222 | Lo on a narrow neck of land | | | | | | | |
223 | Lord, how secure my conscience was [lay] | | | | | | | |
224 | Astonished and distressed | | | | | | | |
225 | O for a glance of heavenly day | | | | | | | |
226 | Ah, whither should I go | | | | | | | |
227 | My former hopes are dead [fled], my terror now begins | | | | | | | |
228 | Sovereign Ruler, Lord of all | | | | | | | |
229 | Ah how shall fallen man | | | | | | | |
230 | O Lord, how vile am I | | | | | | | |
231 | Jesus, full of all compassion | | | | | | | |
232 | And will the Lord thus condescend | | | | | | | |
233 | Is this the kind return | | | | | | | |
234 | And are we wretches yet alive | | | | | | | |
235 | As o'er the past my memory strays | | | | | | | |
236 | With tears of anguish I lament | | | | | | | |
237 | Lord, I would now repent | | | | | | | |
238 | Prostrate dear Jesus at thy feet | | | | | | | |
239 | O if my soul was [were] formed for woe | | | | | | | |
240 | My sorrows, like a flood | | | | | | | |
241 | We stand in deep repentance | | | | | | | |
242 | Father, a weary heart hath come | | | | | | | |
243 | Lord, to thy mercy now I yield | | | | | | | |
244 | Mercy alone can meet my case | | | | | | | |
245 | Physician of my [the] sin sick soul | | | | | | | |
246 | O that my load of sin were [was] gone | | | | | | | |
247 | Father of mercies, God of love, Send down | | | | | | | |
248 | Lord, at thy feet a [we] sinner [sinners] lie [lies] | | | | | | | |
249 | Come, trembling sinner, in whose breast | | | | | | | |
250 | Awaked by Sinai's awful sound | | | | | | | |
251 | The moment a sinner believes, and trusts in his crucified God | | | | | | | |
252 | How happy are they, Who the [their] Savior [Jesus] obey | | | | | | | |
253 | How long beneath the law I lay | | | | | | | |
254 | Jesus, my [mine] [our] all, to heaven is [has] gone | | | | | | | |
255 | My faith looks up to thee, Thou Lamb of Calvary | | | | | | | |
256 | Amazing grace, how sweet the sound, That saved | | | | | | | |
257 | Long did I seem to serve the Lord | | | | | | | |
258 | O thou who hearest the prayer of faith | | | | | | | |
259 | No more, my God, I boast no more, Of all the duties I have done | | | | | | | |
260 | Wretched, helpless, and distressed | | | | | | | |
261 | Here, at the cross, incarnate God | | | | | | | |
262 | Sweet the moments, rich in blessing | | | | | | | |
263 | Jesus, I my cross have taken, all to leave | | | | | | | |
264 | Lord, I am thine, entirely thine, Purchased and saved by blood divine | | | | | | | |
265 | O happy day that fixed [seals] [stays] my choice | | | | | | | |
266 | Let worldly minds the world pursue | | | | | | | |
267 | The promise of my father's love | | | | | | | |
268 | O sweetly breathe the lyres above | | | | | | | |
269 | Come, my fond fluttering heart, Come struggle to [you must now] be free | | | | | | | |
270 | Now let a true [pure] ambition rise | | | | | | | |
271 | I send the joys of earth away | | | | | | | |
272 | And must I part with all I have | | | | | | | |
273 | People of the living God! I have sought the world | | | | | | | |
274 | Ye glittering toys of earth, adieu | | | | | | | |
275 | My gracious Redeemer I [I'll] love | | | | | | | |
276 | Do not I love thee, O my Lord [God]? Behold my heart and see | | | | | | | |
277 | Sure the blest Comforter is nigh | | | | | | | |
278 | Come, ye that love the Savior's name | | | | | | | |
279 | Thou lovely Source of true delight | | | | | | | |
280 | Blest Jesus, when my [our] soaring thoughts | | | | | | | |
281 | Happy the heart where graces reign | | | | | | | |
282 | When I can trust my all with God | | | | | | | |
283 | Wait, O my soul, thy [the] Maker's will | | | | | | | |
284 | My God the covenant of thy love abides forever sure | | | | | | | |
285 | Father, whate'er of earthly bliss | | | | | | | |
286 | It is the Lord - enthroned in light | | | | | | | |
287 | My God, my Father, blissful [blessed] [cheering] name | | | | | | | |
288 | My times of sorrow and of joy Great God, are in | | | | | | | |
289 | All wise, all mighty, and all good | | | | | | | |
290 | Dear refuge of my [the] weary soul, On thee, when sorows rise | | | | | | | |
291 | Jesus, I know, hath [has] died for me | | | | | | | |
292 | O thou to whose all searching sight | | | | | | | |
293 | O my soul, what means this sadness | | | | | | | |
294 | I'm not ashamed to own my [the] Lord | | | | | | | |
295 | Give to the winds thy [your] fears | | | | | | | |
296 | Jesus, my strength, my hope | | | | | | | |
297 | O Thou from whom all goodness flows | | | | | | | |
298 | Wait, my soul [heart] upon the Lord | | | | | | | |
299 | I know that my Redeemer lives, and ever pleads for me | | | | | | | |
300 | A debtor to mercy alone | | | | | | | |