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II.96 | Down headlong from their native skies | | | | | | | |
II.97 | From heav'n the sinning angels fell | | | | | | | |
II.98 | My heart, how dreadful hard it is! | | | | | | | |
II.99 | Let the whole race of creatures lie | | | | | | | |
II.100 | How full of anguish is the thought | | | | | | | |
II.101 | When in the light of faith divine | | | | | | | |
II.102 | No, I'll repine at death no more | | | | | | | |
II.103 | Come, happy souls, approach your God | | | | | | | |
II.104 | Raise your triumphant songs | | | | | | | |
II.105 | And are we wretches yet alive? | | | | | | | |
II.106 | O, if my soul were formed for woe | | | | | | | |
II.107 | That awful day will surely come | | | | | | | |
II.108 | Come, let us lift our joyful eyes | | | | | | | |
II.109 | Lord, we adore thy vast designs | | | | | | | |
II.110 | And must this body die? | | | | | | | |
II.111 | Zion, rejoice, and Judah, sing | | | | | | | |
II.112 | Great God! to what glorious height | | | | | | | |
II.113 | The majesty of Solomon | | | | | | | |
II.114 | I sing my Savior's wondrous death | | | | | | | |
II.115 | High as the heav'ns above the ground | | | | | | | |
II.116 | How can I sink with such a prop | | | | | | | |
II.117 | I cannot bear thine absence, Lord | | | | | | | |
II.118 | Blood has a voice to pierce the skies | | | | | | | |
II.119 | Laden with guilt, and full of fears | | | | | | | |
II.120 | The Lord declares his will | | | | | | | |
II.121 | The law commands, and makes us know | | | | | | | |
II.122 | My God, permit me not to be | | | | | | | |
II.123 | Away from every mortal care | | | | | | | |
II.124 | 'Tis not the law of ten commands | | | | | | | |
II.125 | Life and immortal joys are giv'n | | | | | | | |
II.126 | The Lord, descending from above | | | | | | | |
II.127 | Thus did the sons of Abram pass | | | | | | | |
II.128 | Blest with the joys of innocence | | | | | | | |
II.129 | 'Tis by the faith of joys to come | | | | | | | |
II.130 | Attend, while God's exalted Son | | | | | | | |
II.131 | Let everlasting glories crown | | | | | | | |
II.132 | We bless the Prophet of the Lord | | | | | | | |
II.133 | Eternal Spirit! we confess | | | | | | | |
II.134 | The promise was divinely free | | | | | | | |
II.135 | Behold the woman's promised Seed! | | | | | | | |
II.136 | The King of Glory sends his Son | | | | | | | |
II.137 | Behold the blind their sight receive | | | | | | | |
II.138 | This is the word of truth and love | | | | | | | |
II.139 | My dear Redeemer and my Lord | | | | | | | |
II.140 | Give me the wings of faith to rise | | | | | | | |
II.141 | My Savior God, my Sovereign Prince | | | | | | | |
II.142 | Not all the blood of beasts | | | | | | | |
II.143 | What diff'rent powers of grace and sin | | | | | | | |
II.144 | Great was the day, the joy was great | | | | | | | |
II.145 | I love the windows of thy grace | | | | | | | |
II.146 | Man has a soul of vast desires | | | | | | | |
II.147 | Now let a spacious world arise, | | | | | | | |
II.148 | Dearest of all the names above | | | | | | | |
II.149 | Eternal Sovereign of the sky | | | | | | | |
II.150 | Sin has a thousand treach'rous arts | | | | | | | |
II.151 | 'Twas by an order from the Lord | | | | | | | |
II.152 | Not to the terrors of the Lord | | | | | | | |
II.153 | Sin, like a venomous disease | | | | | | | |
II.154 | Where are the mourners, saith the Lord | | | | | | | |
II.155 | Lo, the destroying angel flies | | | | | | | |
II.156 | I hate the tempter and his charms | | | | | | | |
II.157 | Now Satan comes with dreadful roar | | | | | | | |
II.158 | Broad is the road that leads to death | | | | | | | |
II.159 | Great King of glory and of grace | | | | | | | |
II.160 | Let the wild leopards of the wood | | | | | | | |
II.161 | Strait is the way, the door is strait | | | | | | | |
II.162 | My thoughts surmount these lower skies | | | | | | | |
II.163 | Dear Lord! behold our sore distress | | | | | | | |
II.164 | Why should this earth delight us so? | | | | | | | |
II.165 | Long have I sat beneath the sound | | | | | | | |
II.166 | How shall I praise th' eternal God | | | | | | | |
II.167 | Great God! thy glories shall employ | | | | | | | |
II.168 | Jehovah reigns, his throne is high | | | | | | | |
II.169 | The Lord Jehovah reigns, His throne is built on high | | | | | | | |
II.170 | Can creatures to perfection find | | | | | | | |
III.1 | 'Twas on that dark, that doleful night | | | | | | | |
III.2 | Jesus invites his saints | | | | | | | |
III.3 | The promise of my Father's love | | | | | | | |
III.4 | How condescending and how kind | | | | | | | |
III.5 | Let us adore th' eternal Word | | | | | | | |
III.6 | Jesus is gone above the skies | | | | | | | |
III.7 | When I survey the wondrous cross | | | | | | | |
III.8 | COME, Jet us join a joyful tune | | | | | | | |
III.9 | Let all our tongues be one | | | | | | | |
III.10 | Nature with open volume stands | | | | | | | |
III.11 | Lord, how divine thy comforts are! | | | | | | | |
III.12 | How rich are thy provisions, Lord! | | | | | | | |
III.13 | How sweet and aweful is the place | | | | | | | |
III.14 | Now have our hearts embraced our God | | | | | | | |
III.15 | The memory of our dying Lord | | | | | | | |
III.16 | Now let our pains be all forgot | | | | | | | |
III.17 | We sing th' amazing deeds | | | | | | | |
III.18 | Jesus! we bow before thy feet | | | | | | | |
III.19 | At thy command, our dearest Lord | | | | | | | |
III.20 | Lord, we adore thy bounteous hand | | | | | | | |
III.21 | Come, let us lift our voices high | | | | | | | |
III.22 | Our spirits join t' adore the Lamb | | | | | | | |
III.23 | Sitting around our Father's board | | | | | | | |
III.24 | Father, we wait to feel thy grace | | | | | | | |
III.25 | How are thy glories here displayed! | | | | | | | |