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301 | Deluded souls! who think to find | | | | | | | |
302 | How honourable is the place | | | | | | | |
303 | Now shall my inward joys arise | | | | | | | |
304 | Happy the church, thou sacred place | | | | | | | |
305 | Kind is the speech of Christ our Lord | | | | | | | |
306 | The wondering nations have beheld | | | | | | | |
307 | Daughters, of Zion, come behold | | | | | | | |
308 | Our God ascends his lofty throne | | | | | | | |
309 | Shepherd of Israel bend thine ear | | | | | | | |
310 | Let Sion's watchmen all awake | | | | | | | |
311 | When Paul was parted from his friends | | | | | | | |
312 | With heavenly power, O Lord, defend | | | | | | | |
313 | My brethren from my heart belov'd | | | | | | | |
314 | Fair Sion's King, we suppliant bow | | | | | | | |
315 | Father, is not thy promised pledg'd | | | | | | | |
316 | The Lord into his garden comes | | | | | | | |
317 | Arise and shine, O Zion fair | | | | | | | |
318 | That glorious day is drawing nigh | | | | | | | |
319 | What sound is this salutes mine ear | | | | | | | |
320 | The Lord on mortal worms looks down | | | | | | | |
321 | Lo! what an entertaining sight | | | | | | | |
322 | How pleasant 'tis to see | | | | | | | |
323 | Before thy throne, eternal king | | | | | | | |
324 | I long to see the season come | | | | | | | |
325 | Do not I love thee, O my Lord? | | | | | | | |
326 | Father of mercies bow thine ear | | | | | | | |
327 | Saviour, visit thy plantation | | | | | | | |
328 | O'er the gloomy hills of darkness | | | | | | | |
329 | Kindred and friends, and native land | | | | | | | |
330 | Shout, for the blessed Jesus reigns | | | | | | | |
331 | Sing to the Lord above | | | | | | | |
332 | Jesus, my Lord, how rich thy grace! | | | | | | | |
333 | Yes, there are joys that cannot die | | | | | | | |
334 | Come ye that fear the Lord | | | | | | | |
335 | There's joy in heaven, and joy on on earth | | | | | | | |
336 | Lord, what a heav'n of saving grace | | | | | | | |
337 | God in his earthly temple lays | | | | | | | |
338 | Now we are met in holy fear | | | | | | | |
339 | Thou only sovereign of my heart | | | | | | | |
340 | Behold the glories of the Lamb | | | | | | | |
341 | Humble souls who seek salvation | | | | | | | |
342 | Thus was the great Redeemer plung'd | | | | | | | |
343 | Jesus and shall it ever be | | | | | | | |
344 | "Go teach the nations and baptize" | | | | | | | |
345 | Do we not know that solemn word | | | | | | | |
346 | 'Twas the commission of our Lord | | | | | | | |
347 | Begin the third of Mathew, and read | | | | | | | |
348 | O Christians all I pray reflect | | | | | | | |
349 | Christians, if your hearts be warm | | | | | | | |
350 | In the Lord's word left on record | | | | | | | |
351 | Ye wretched, hungry, starving poor | | | | | | | |
352 | He dies! the friend of sinners dies! | | | | | | | |
353 | Thus we commemorate the day | | | | | | | |
354 | Lord, at thy table I behold | | | | | | | |
355 | The King of heaven his table spreads | | | | | | | |
356 | Jesus invites his saints | | | | | | | |
357 | How sweet and awful is the place | | | | | | | |
358 | To thee, let my first offerings rise | | | | | | | |
359 | See how the mounting sun | | | | | | | |
360 | The God of our salvation hears | | | | | | | |
361 | Good is the Lord, the heav'nly King | | | | | | | |
362 | With songs and honours sounding loud | | | | | | | |
363 | Glory to thee, my God, this night | | | | | | | |
364 | Now from the altar of our hearts | | | | | | | |
365 | Come thou fount of every blessing | | | | | | | |
366 | God of my life, to thee belong | | | | | | | |
367 | Kindred in Christ, for his dear sake | | | | | | | |
368 | Farewell my friends, I must be gone | | | | | | | |
369 | Farewell, my brethren in the Lord | | | | | | | |
370 | With humble heart and tongue | | | | | | | |
371 | Ye sons of Adam, vain and young | | | | | | | |
372 | Now let our hearts conspire to raise | | | | | | | |
373 | Blest is the man whose heart expands | | | | | | | |
374 | Eternal God, enthron'd on high! | | | | | | | |
375 | See, gracious God, before thy throne | | | | | | | |
376 | When Abram, full of sacred awe | | | | | | | |
377 | Praise to the Lord, who bows his ear | | | | | | | |
378 | What shall I render to my God | | | | | | | |
379 | In anger, Lord, do not chastise | | | | | | | |
380 | I Love the Lord he heard my cries | | | | | | | |
381 | Lord, I am pain'd but I resign | | | | | | | |
382 | Death, with his dread commission seal'd | | | | | | | |
383 | Sovereign of life I own thy hand | | | | | | | |
384 | When we are rais'd from deep distress | | | | | | | |
385 | Great God, how infinite art thou! | | | | | | | |
386 | Rise, rise my soul, and leave the ground | | | | | | | |
387 | Death 'tis a melancholy day | | | | | | | |
388 | Thee we adore, eternal name | | | | | | | |
389 | Eternity is just at hand | | | | | | | |
390 | My thoughts that often mount the akie | | | | | | | |
391 | Now in the heat of youthful blood | | | | | | | |
392 | Stoop down my thoughts that us'd rise | | | | | | | |
393 | Why should we start and fear to die! | | | | | | | |
394 | There is a land of pure delight | | | | | | | |
395 | Lord, at thy temple we appear | | | | | | | |
396 | While on the verge of life I stand | | | | | | | |
397 | Lord, 'tis an infinite delight | | | | | | | |
398 | Thy life I read my dearest Lord | | | | | | | |
399 | When blooming youth is snatched away | | | | | | | |
400 | Prepare me gracious God | | | | | | | |