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1 | Almighty author of my frame | | | | | | | |
2 | My God, whene'er my longing heart | | | | | | | |
4 | Lord, when my raptur'd thought surveys | | | | | | | |
7 | Come heav'nly love, inspire my song | | | | | | | |
15 | Ye mourning sinners, here disclose | | | | | | | |
17 | Ye wretched, hungry, starving poor, | | | | | | | |
18 | The weary trav'ler, lost in night | | | | | | | |
20 | Lord of my life, O may thy praise | | | | | | | |
22 | Great God, to thee my ev'ning song | | | | | | | |
24 | Lord of the earth, and seas, and skies | | | | | | | |
25 | O happiness, thou pleasing dream | | | | | | | |
27 | Come weary souls with sin distressed | | | | | | | |
28 | When fainting in the sultry waste | | | | | | | |
30 | In vain the erring world enquires | | | | | | | |
32 | My God, the visits of thy face | | | | | | | |
34 | Come Lord, and warm each languid heart | | | | | | | |
37 | Great King of kings, eternal God | | | | | | | |
38 | Great Ruler of the earth and skies | | | | | | | |
40 | There is a God, all nature speaks | | | | | | | |
42 | To your creator God | | | | | | | |
48 | My maker, and my king | | | | | | | |
50 | Almighty Father, gracious Lord | | | | | | | |
53 | Jesus, the spring of joys divine | | | | | | | |
54 | Thou only sov'reign of my heart | | | | | | | |
56 | Another day is past | | | | | | | |
58 | Father of mercies, in thy word | | | | | | | |
61 | Dear Lord, and shall thy Spirit rest | | | | | | | |
63 | Deep are the wounds which sin has made | | | | | | | |
64 | He lives, the great Redeemer lives | | | | | | | |
65 | Eternal pow'r, almighty God | | | | | | | |
67 | And will the Lord thus condescend | | | | | | | |
68 | In vain the world's alluring smile | | | | | | | |
70 | Faith leads to joys beyond the sky | | | | | | | |
72 | Permit me, Lord, to seek thy face | | | | | | | |
74 | While to the grave our friends are borne | | | | | | | |
75 | The pains that wait our fleeting breath | | | | | | | |
76 | Come, thou desire of all thy saints | | | | | | | |
78 | Great source of boundless pow'r and grace | | | | | | | |
79 | Alas, what hourly dangers rise! | | | | | | | |
80 | The Lord forgets his wonted grace | | | | | | | |
82 | Eternal source of joys divine | | | | | | | |
83 | Why sinks my weak desponding mind? | | | | | | | |
85 | Awake, awake the sacred song | | | | | | | |
86 | Should famine o'er the mourning field | | | | | | | |
88 | How oft, alas, this wretched heart | | | | | | | |
89 | Ye humble souls, approach your God | | | | | | | |
90 | There is a glorious world on high | | | | | | | |
92 | Lord, we adore thy boundless grace | | | | | | | |
94 | To Jesus, our victorious Lord | | | | | | | |
96 | How long shall earth's alluring toys | | | | | | | |
97 | Happy the soul, whose wishes climb | | | | | | | |
99 | Life is a journey, heav'n my home | | | | | | | |
100 | When fancy spreads her boldest wings | | | | | | | |
102 | In vain my roving thoughts would find | | | | | | | |
103 | Ye gay deceivers of the mind | | | | | | | |
104 | Sad pris'ners in a house of clay | | | | | | | |
106 | When blooming youth is snatch'd away | | | | | | | |
107 | Death! 'tis a name with terror fraught | | | | | | | |
109 | The wondring nations have beheld | | | | | | | |
110 | O thou, whose tender mercy hears | | | | | | | |
112 | Why should my spirit cleave to earth | | | | | | | |
114 | My God, my Father, blissful Name! | | | | | | | |
116 | My God, my hope, if thou art mine | | | | | | | |
117 | Thee, dearest Lord, my soul adores | | | | | | | |
119 | Ah! wretched, vile, ungrateful heart | | | | | | | |
120 | Sure I must love the Saviour's name | | | | | | | |
122 | And is the gospel, peace and love? | | | | | | | |
124 | Hence, vain, intruding world depart | | | | | | | |
126 | God is my sun, his blissful rays | | | | | | | |
127 | Oft have I said, with inward sighs | | | | | | | |
130 | Enslav'd by sin, and bound in chains | | | | | | | |
131 | Lord, how mysterious are thy ways! | | | | | | | |
133 | My God, 'tis to Thy mercy seat | | | | | | | |
134 | When I survey life's varied scene | | | | | | | |
136 | Hear, gracious God, my humble moan | | | | | | | |
138 | When sins and fears prevailing rise | | | | | | | |
139 | Vain world, be gone, nor vex my heart | | | | | | | |
141 | When fill'd with grief, my anxious heart | | | | | | | |
143 | My God, to thee I call | | | | | | | |
144 | Dear refuge of my weary soul | | | | | | | |
146 | O'erwhelm'd with restless griefs and fears | | | | | | | |
148 | Peace, my complaining, doubting heart | | | | | | | |
150 | When sin and sorrow, fear and pain | | | | | | | |
151 | Awake, my soul, nor slumb'ring lie | | | | | | | |
153 | When death appears before my sight | | | | | | | |
155 | Should nature's charms, to please the eye | | | | | | | |
157 | Far from these narrow scenes of night | | | | | | | |
159 | While my Redeemer's near | | | | | | | |
161 | Ah wretched souls, who strive in vain | | | | | | | |
162 | The Saviour calls—let ev'ry ear | | | | | | | |
163 | Dear center of my best desires | | | | | | | |
164 | Thou lovely source of true delight | | | | | | | |
165 | O for a sweet inspiring ray | | | | | | | |
166 | O could we read our int'rest here | | | | | | | |
169 | Jesus—in thy transporting name | | | | | | | |
171 | To our Redeemer's glorious name | | | | | | | |
172 | Ye earthly vanities depart | | | | | | | |
173 | Now let us raise our chearful strains | | | | | | | |
175 | And did the holy and the just | | | | | | | |
176 | To Jesus. our exalted Lord | | | | | | | |