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H.CCI | Approach, my soul, the mercy-seat | | | | | | | |
H.CCII | The law of God is just | | | | | | | |
H.CCIII | And will the eternal King | | | | | | | |
H.CCIV | By faith in Christ I walk with God | | | | | | | |
H.CCV | How long and tedious are the days | | | | | | | |
H.CCVI | I cannot bear thine absence, Lord | | | | | | | |
H.CCVII | What jarring natures dwell within | | | | | | | |
H.CCVIII | What strange commotions work within | | | | | | | |
H.CCIX | The wand'ring star, and fleeting wind | | | | | | | |
H.CCX | With tears of anguish I lament | | | | | | | |
H.CCXI | Astonish'd and distress'd | | | | | | | |
H.CCXII | This wretched heart will still backslide | | | | | | | |
H.CCXIII | Alas! the deep deceit and sin | | | | | | | |
H.CCXIV | Of rest I hear, of rest I talk | | | | | | | |
H.CCXV | Kindred in Christ, for his dear sake | | | | | | | |
H.CCXVI | Thy presence, everlasting God | | | | | | | |
H.CCXVII | From the dear flock of Jesus' saints | | | | | | | |
H.CCXVIII | I ask'd the Lord that I might grow | | | | | | | |
H.CCXIX | The Father's free electing grace | | | | | | | |
H.CCXX | Return, my roving heart, return | | | | | | | |
H.CCXXI | Great God, oppress'd with grief and fear | | | | | | | |
H.CCXXII | Great God, where'er we pitch our tent | | | | | | | |
H.CCXXIII | Father of all, thy care we bless | | | | | | | |
H.CCXXIV | Great God, now condescend | | | | | | | |
H.CCXXV | To thee, let my first offerings rise | | | | | | | |
H.CCXXVI | With thee, great God, the stores of light | | | | | | | |
H.CCXXVII | See how the mounting sun | | | | | | | |
H.CCXXVIII | Great God, to thee my evening song | | | | | | | |
H.CCXXIX | Now from the altar of our hearts | | | | | | | |
H.CCXXX | How various and how new | | | | | | | |
H.CCXXXI | Thou Son of God, whose flaming eyes | | | | | | | |
H.CCXXXII | O Lord, how lovely is thy name | | | | | | | |
H.CCXXXIII | The day is past and gone | | | | | | | |
H.CCXXXIV | Thus far the Lord hath led me on | | | | | | | |
H.CCXXXV | Begone my worldly cares away! | | | | | | | |
H.CCXXXVI | In sweet exalted strains | | | | | | | |
H.CCXXXVII | Great God, thy watchful care we bless | | | | | | | |
H.CCXXXVIII | Dear Shepherd of thy people, hear | | | | | | | |
H.CCXXXIX | How charming is the place | | | | | | | |
H.CCXL | Almighty Maker, God! | | | | | | | |
H.CCXLI | Where two or three, with sweet accord | | | | | | | |
H.CCXLII | In vain Apollo's silver tongue | | | | | | | |
H.CCXLIII | How free and boundless is the grace | | | | | | | |
H.CCXLIV | How long, thou faithful God, shall I | | | | | | | |
H.CCXLV | Now while the gospel-net is cast | | | | | | | |
H.CCXLVI | Did Christ o'er sinner's weep? | | | | | | | |
H.CCXLVII | Sinful, and blind, and poor | | | | | | | |
H.CCXLVIII | Ascend thy throne, almighty King | | | | | | | |
H.CCXLIX | Look down, O Lord, with pitying eye | | | | | | | |
H.CCL | On what has now been sown | | | | | | | |
H.CCLI | Come, guilty souls, and flee away | | | | | | | |
H.CCLII | How shall the sons of men appear | | | | | | | |
H.CCLIII | Is Jesus mine! I'm now prepar'd | | | | | | | |
H.CCLIV | See Felix, cloth'd with pomp and power | | | | | | | |
H.CCLV | Dismiss us with thy blessing, Lord | | | | | | | |
H.CCLVI | Long have I seem'd to serve thee, Lord | | | | | | | |
H.CCLVII | Thy people, Lord, have ever found | | | | | | | |
H.CCLVIII | Lord! what a wretched land is this | | | | | | | |
H.CCLIX | O blessed souls are they | | | | | | | |
H.CCLX | O what a cruel wretch am I | | | | | | | |
H.CCLXI | Alas! it is a thorny road | | | | | | | |
H.CCLXII | Lord, what is man! that child of pride | | | | | | | |
H.CCLXIII | Great God! to thee I'll make | | | | | | | |
H.CCLXIV | Temptations, trials, doubts and fears | | | | | | | |
H.CCLXV | Let others wrapt in self-conceit | | | | | | | |
H.CCLXVI | Ye highly favor'd, who profess | | | | | | | |
H.CCLXVII | Lord, can a helpless worm like me | | | | | | | |
H.CCLXVIII | When Jesus for his people dy'd | | | | | | | |
H.CCLXIX | How blest the righteous are | | | | | | | |
H.CCLXX | Why should the children of a king | | | | | | | |
H.CCLXXI | Awake, and sing the song | | | | | | | |
H.CCLXXII | Rejoice, the Lord is king | | | | | | | |
H.CCLXXIII | Ye that would after Jesus press | | | | | | | |
H.CCLXXIV | Innumerable foes | | | | | | | |
H.CCLXXV | Whatever prompts the soul to pride | | | | | | | |
H.CCLXXVI | Pity a helpless sinner, Lord | | | | | | | |
H.CCLXXVII | In vain men talk of living faith | | | | | | | |
H.CCLXXVIII | Poor trembling sinner, tell me why | | | | | | | |
H.CCLXXIX | Destruction's dang'rous road | | | | | | | |
H.CCLXXX | Sweet are the gifts, which gracious heav'n | | | | | | | |
H.CCLXXXI | The lion that on Sampson roar'd | | | | | | | |
H.CCLXXXII | My soul once had its plenteous years | | | | | | | |
H.CCLXXXIII | When Jesus claims the sinner's heart | | | | | | | |
H.CCLXXXIV | Martha her love and joy express'd | | | | | | | |
H.CCLXXXV | Beset with snares on ev'ry hand | | | | | | | |
H.CCLXXXVI | By various maxims, forms, and rules | | | | | | | |
H.CCLXXXVII | The castle of the human heart | | | | | | | |
H.CCLXXXVIII | My barns are full, my stores increase | | | | | | | |
H.CCLXXXIX | Alas! by nature how deprav'd | | | | | | | |
H.CCXC | My harp untun'd, and laid aside | | | | | | | |
H.CCXCI | Courage, my soul! behold the prize | | | | | | | |
H.CCXCII | Lord, what is man? Extremes how wide | | | | | | | |
H.CCXCIII | Confirm the hope thy word allows | | | | | | | |
H.CCXCIV | Thy promise, Lord, and thy command | | | | | | | |
H.CCXCV | Hungry, and faint, and poor | | | | | | | |
H.CCXCVI | With Israel's God, who can compare? | | | | | | | |
H.CCXCVII | We seek a rest beyond the skies | | | | | | | |
H.CCXCVIII | From Sinai's Mount to Zion's hill | | | | | | | |
H.CCXCIX | Why should a son redeem'd with blood | | | | | | | |
H.CCC | 'Twixt Jesus and the chosen race | | | | | | | |