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256 | Hail! my ever blessed Jesus | | | | | | | |
257 | Arise, my soul, my joyful powers | | | | | | | |
258 | To God, my Saviour, and my King | | | | | | | |
259 | My God, what gentle cords are thine! | | | | | | | |
260 | When the first parents of our race | | | | | | | |
261 | How can I sink with such a prop | | | | | | | |
262 | Not all the blood of beasts | | | | | | | |
263 | Behold the sin-atoning Lamb | | | | | | | |
264 | When sins and fears prevailing rise | | | | | | | |
265 | 'Tis by the faith of joys to come | | | | | | | |
266 | 'Tis faith supports my feeble soul | | | | | | | |
267 | When any turn from Zion's way | | | | | | | |
268 | Begone, unbelief! my Saviour is near | | | | | | | |
269 | Blest are the humble souls that see | | | | | | | |
270 | Behold how sinners disagree | | | | | | | |
271 | So let our lips and lives express | | | | | | | |
272 | Had I the tongues of Greeks and Jews | | | | | | | |
273 | God is a spirit, just and wise | | | | | | | |
274 | Mistaken souls! that dream of heaven | | | | | | | |
275 | As new-born babes desire the breast | | | | | | | |
276 | Sure the blest Comforter is nigh | | | | | | | |
277 | Broad is the road that leads to death | | | | | | | |
278 | Strait is the way, the door is strait | | | | | | | |
279 | Awake my heart, arise my tongue | | | | | | | |
280 | How strong thine arm is, mighty God | | | | | | | |
281 | To God the only wise | | | | | | | |
282 | Come, let us lift our voices high | | | | | | | |
283 | Awake, and sing the song | | | | | | | |
284 | To our Redeemer's glorious name | | | | | | | |
285 | When all thy mercies, O my God | | | | | | | |
286 | Awake, sweet gratitude! and sing | | | | | | | |
287 | Almighty Father, gracious Lord | | | | | | | |
288 | Awake, my soul, in joyful lays | | | | | | | |
289 | Come, let our hearts and voices join | | | | | | | |
290 | Opprest with fear, opprest with grief | | | | | | | |
291 | Not from the dust affliction grows | | | | | | | |
292 | Saints, at your heavenly Father's word | | | | | | | |
293 | Wait, oh, my soul, thy Maker's will | | | | | | | |
294 | My times of sorrow and of joy | | | | | | | |
295 | Sovereign of life, I own thy hand | | | | | | | |
296 | Through all the downward tracts of time | | | | | | | |
297 | Blest be the everlasting God | | | | | | | |
298 | How oft have sin and Satan strove | | | | | | | |
299 | Our God! how firm his promise stands! | | | | | | | |
300 | Our journey is a thorny maze | | | | | | | |
301 | When I can read my title clear | | | | | | | |
302 | Happy the heart where graces reign | | | | | | | |
303 | Jesus, I love thy charming name | | | | | | | |
304 | Of all the joys we mortals know | | | | | | | |
305 | Death may dissolve my body now | | | | | | | |
306 | Whence do our mournful thoughts arise? | | | | | | | |
307 | There is a house not made with hands | | | | | | | |
308 | Is this the kind return | | | | | | | |
309 | When on the cross my Saviour died | | | | | | | |
310 | Now let the Lord my Saviour smile | | | | | | | |
311 | Lord, how secure and blest are they | | | | | | | |
312 | My God, my life, my love | | | | | | | |
313 | My God, my portion, and my love | | | | | | | |
314 | Your harps, ye trembling saints | | | | | | | |
315 | O Lord, I would delight in thee | | | | | | | |
316 | Ye humble souls, complain no more | | | | | | | |
317 | When languor and disease invade | | | | | | | |
318 | Come, ye who know the Saviour's love | | | | | | | |
319 | How happy they who know the Lord | | | | | | | |
320 | Afflicted saint! to Christ draw near | | | | | | | |
321 | Ye trembling souls, dismiss your fears | | | | | | | |
322 | The Lord, my Saviour, is my light | | | | | | | |
323 | Away, my unbeliving fear! | | | | | | | |
324 | Thus far my God hath led me on | | | | | | | |
325 | Am I a soldier of the cross | | | | | | | |
326 | When darkness long has veiled my mind | | | | | | | |
327 | Why is my heart so far from thee | | | | | | | |
328 | How oft, alas! this wretched heart | | | | | | | |
329 | Alas! by nature how depraved | | | | | | | |
330 | O thou, whose tender mercy hears | | | | | | | |
331 | Jesus, let thy pitying eye | | | | | | | |
332 | Thy piercing eye, O God, surveys | | | | | | | |
333 | How vain are all things here below! | | | | | | | |
334 | My heart, alas! how hard it is! | | | | | | | |
335 | Sweet was the time, when first I felt | | | | | | | |
336 | Awake, our souls, (away our fears | | | | | | | |
337 | My drowsy powers, why sleep ye so? | | | | | | | |
338 | Stand up, my soul, shake off thy fears | | | | | | | |
339 | Stay, thou insulted Spirit, stay | | | | | | | |
340 | Now let our souls, on wings sublime | | | | | | | |
341 | Rise, my soul, and stretch thy wings | | | | | | | |
342 | O thou, my light, my life, my joy | | | | | | | |
343 | Though trouble springs not from the dust | | | | | | | |
344 | Come, Saviour Jesus, from above! | | | | | | | |
345 | O thou who driest the mourner's tear | | | | | | | |
346 | In thine own ways, O God of love | | | | | | | |
347 | Dear refuge of my weary soul | | | | | | | |
348 | My God! the spring of all my joys | | | | | | | |
349 | Sing, ye redeemed of the Lord | | | | | | | |
350 | On Jordan's stormy banks I stand | | | | | | | |
351 | From thee, my God, my joys shall rise | | | | | | | |
352 | Descend from heaven, immortal Dove | | | | | | | |
353 | O might I once mount up and see | | | | | | | |
354 | Father, I long, I faint to see | | | | | | | |
355 | Jerusalem! my happy home! | | | | | | | |