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101 | To God I'd seek in each distress | | | | | | | |
102 | Is this unpleasing cup now given | | | | | | | |
103 | Why thus cast down, my soul? | | | | | | | |
104 | Jesus, when I can see Thy face | | | | | | | |
105 | Chasten'd I am from day to day | | | | | | | |
106 | Now shall my soul adore the grace | | | | | | | |
107 | Jesus, my mourning soul doth lead | | | | | | | |
108 | Though I of sinners am the chief | | | | | | | |
109 | My God! - for I can call Thee mine | | | | | | | |
110 | I think my table richly spread | | | | | | | |
111 | Tell me no more of earthly toys | | | | | | | |
112 | The Lord of Lords, and King of Kings | | | | | | | |
113 | Jesus exalts His fav'rites high | | | | | | | |
114 | My soul what dost thou here? | | | | | | | |
115 | 'Gainst Thee, Thou Holy, Just, and Wise | | | | | | | |
116 | Look, O my soul, within the veil | | | | | | | |
117 | I, Jesus, am ascended high | | | | | | | |
118 | O let Jehovah's liberal hand | | | | | | | |
119 | How oft doth beauty lead to sin | | | | | | | |
120 | Say, is this wild, corrupted nation | | | | | | | |
121 | Jesus, Thou God of Nations bend | | | | | | | |
122 | To Thee, again, my gracious God | | | | | | | |
123 | Jesus, I now address Thy throne | | | | | | | |
124 | Without the aid of sovereign grace | | | | | | | |
125 | Hear this, ye fav'rites of the Lord | | | | | | | |
126 | O could I find some peaceful bow'r | | | | | | | |
127 | Why does this room so often prove | | | | | | | |
128 | Now let my soul adore and praise | | | | | | | |
129 | 'Tis my Beloved's awful voice | | | | | | | |
130 | Now, let me from this world retire | | | | | | | |
131 | Like Enoch I would seek to be | | | | | | | |
132 | Remember me, Thou Great I Am | | | | | | | |
133 | Is this Thy will, - and must I be | | | | | | | |
S1 | Lord, in Thy mercy I rejoice | | | | | | | |
S2 | Take courage, O my soul! | | | | | | | |
S3 | How welcome is this news | | | | | | | |
S4 | Thanks to Thy name, Thou God of Love | | | | | | | |
S5 | Lord, I'm a faint, a feeble worm | | | | | | | |
S6 | The law of God is just | | | | | | | |
S7 | Is God my Father and my Friend? | | | | | | | |
S8 | Christian, - examine well thy mind | | | | | | | |
S9 | Jesus, my Saviour and my Lord | | | | | | | |
S10 | But why did Martha take this load | | | | | | | |
S11 | Behold the man! - how humble is his mind | | | | | | | |
S12 | Did Joshua solemnly record | | | | | | | |
S13 | The garment that you gave me I admire | | | | | | | |
S14 | Madam, I now return your little book | | | | | | | |
S15 | 'Tis with a grateful view I now retire | | | | | | | |
S16 | Thus Ruth receiv'd the kindness of her friend | | | | | | | |
S17 | O what are all the best designs | | | | | | | |
S18 | Lord, help me to come near Thy seat | | | | | | | |