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1 | Rapid my days and months run on | | | | | | | |
2 | O Thou, who shin'st in bright abode | | | | | | | |
3 | How should the morning of my days | | | | | | | |
4 | God of my days, God of my nights | | | | | | | |
5 | Begone my worldly cares, away! | | | | | | | |
6 | Awake my heart! my soul, arise! | | | | | | | |
7 | Let me adore His boundless grace | | | | | | | |
8 | To us, to us a Child is born | | | | | | | |
9 | Now let my faith look through her fears | | | | | | | |
10 | Now may the God of boundless grace | | | | | | | |
11 | Come, view the field of love divine | | | | | | | |
12 | Is Jesus evermore the same? | | | | | | | |
13 | O happy souls that love the Lord | | | | | | | |
14 | Good news these blessed words impart | | | | | | | |
15 | Shew me the soul to doubts expos'd | | | | | | | |
16 | Riches immense are in Thy hand | | | | | | | |
17 | To Him, to Him whose love hath wrought | | | | | | | |
18 | Let praise employ my heart and tongue | | | | | | | |
19 | Jesus, the Great, the Mighty God | | | | | | | |
20 | Lord, search and try this heart of mine | | | | | | | |
21 | Attend my soul, and trembling hear | | | | | | | |
22 | Let not the learned and the wise | | | | | | | |
23 | Often, Great God, I've heard of Thee | | | | | | | |
24 | I fear the God of Heaven and Earth | | | | | | | |
25 | God and His law are my delight | | | | | | | |
26 | Condemn me not, most gracious God | | | | | | | |
27 | Thou God of justice and grace | | | | | | | |
28 | Well may I groan beneath Thy stroke | | | | | | | |
29 | Oft has my soul in secret bless'd | | | | | | | |
30 | Tremble, my soul, fall down before | | | | | | | |
31 | The Tri-une God above | | | | | | | |
32 | Salvation's work is done | | | | | | | |
33 | To Him that brought salvation nigh | | | | | | | |
34 | The rain descends, the tempests rise | | | | | | | |
35 | Behold, He comes, the Saviour comes | | | | | | | |
36 | Let others, wrapt in self-conceit | | | | | | | |
37 | Turn, O my soul, from Moses turn | | | | | | | |
38 | Look unto Me, - the Saviour cries | | | | | | | |
39 | Let all my anxious cares be gone | | | | | | | |
40 | O soul-reviving word | | | | | | | |
41 | High in the Heavens doth God reside | | | | | | | |
42 | This blessing, Lord, to me impart | | | | | | | |
43 | By holiness and watchful care | | | | | | | |
44 | Why should the dread of sinful man | | | | | | | |
45 | Deceivers will affect t' appear | | | | | | | |
46 | Now, whilst I try my heart | | | | | | | |
47 | Lord, captivate my ev'ry thought | | | | | | | |
48 | Christian, wouldst thou in grace excel | | | | | | | |
49 | Grace will to every duty bind | | | | | | | |
50 | Where is the understanding heart | | | | | | | |
51 | This wretched heart will still backslide | | | | | | | |
52 | Will God be merciful to me | | | | | | | |
53 | Be merciful, O God, to me | | | | | | | |
54 | Ye highly favour'd who profess | | | | | | | |
55 | Lord, what am I without Thy love? | | | | | | | |
56 | This wretched heart will still backslide | | | | | | | |
57 | Will God be merciful to me | | | | | | | |
58 | BE merciful, O God, to me, | | | | | | | |
59 | Come, O my doubting soul, attend | | | | | | | |
60 | Thine anger, Lord, how short the stay | | | | | | | |
61 | Come, each desponding, drooping soul | | | | | | | |
62 | Thou art acquainted with my heart | | | | | | | |
63 | Lord, can a helpless worm, like me | | | | | | | |
64 | Lord, I confess my guilt and shame | | | | | | | |
65 | Lord, 'tis enough, at length I own | | | | | | | |
66 | No more of works I vainly boast | | | | | | | |
67 | Why, O my soul, these gloomy fears? | | | | | | | |
68 | All glory belongs to Jesus alone | | | | | | | |
69 | Let all the heavenly hosts rejoice | | | | | | | |
70 | Lord, is it not my soul's desire | | | | | | | |
71 | Now let my faith grow strong and plead | | | | | | | |
72 | O let me lay my anger by | | | | | | | |
73 | Why, Jonah, does thine anger rise? | | | | | | | |
74 | Unfertile, intricate, and strange | | | | | | | |
75 | What ails this vile deceitful heart? | | | | | | | |
76 | I languish for a fight | | | | | | | |
77 | No man, nor angel, can compare | | | | | | | |
78 | Thee will I love, my dearest Lord | | | | | | | |
79 | Jesus, Thy love is still my theme | | | | | | | |
80 | Away, my doubts, be gone, my fear | | | | | | | |
81 | Who is this heavenly person | | | | | | | |
82 | Arise, my soul, to Jesus fly | | | | | | | |
83 | My God, how restless is my mind! | | | | | | | |
84 | Where shall I go but to my Lord | | | | | | | |
85 | O could I to Jerus'lem go | | | | | | | |
86 | My life declines, my strength is gone | | | | | | | |
87 | When will my sweet release be sign'd | | | | | | | |
88 | Of rest I hear, of rest I talk | | | | | | | |
89 | O what a vain and empty world is this! | | | | | | | |
90 | Haste that delightful, awful day | | | | | | | |
91 | Now have I spent in sighs and tears | | | | | | | |
92 | How are my powers all tun'd to mourn | | | | | | | |
93 | Jesus, my Advocate and King | | | | | | | |
94 | Let me lie prostrate on the ground | | | | | | | |
95 | In this extreme distress of soul | | | | | | | |
96 | Bring all the brutish and unwise | | | | | | | |
97 | Jesus, my Hiding-place Thou art | | | | | | | |
98 | How suitable this word to me | | | | | | | |
99 | To Thee, my God, I make my moan | | | | | | | |
100 | O God, how mournful is my case! | | | | | | | |