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R10 | In streets, and op'nings of the gates | | | | | | | |
R11 | O happy is the man who hears | | | | | | | |
R12 | Ye indolent and slothful! rise | | | | | | | |
R13 | Keep silence, all ye sons of men | | | | | | | |
R14 | While others crowd the house of mirth | | | | | | | |
R15 | As long as life its term extends | | | | | | | |
R16 | In life's gay morn, when sprightly youth | | | | | | | |
R17 | Rulers of Sodom! hear the voice | | | | | | | |
R18 | Behold! the mountain of the Lord | | | | | | | |
R19 | The race that long in darkness pined | | | | | | | |
R20 | How glorious Sion's courts appear | | | | | | | |
R21 | Attend, ye tribes that dwell remote | | | | | | | |
R22 | Why pour'st thou forth thine anxious plaint | | | | | | | |
R23 | Behold my Servant! see him rise | | | | | | | |
R24 | Ye heav'ns send forth your song of praise! | | | | | | | |
R25 | How few receive with cordial faith | | | | | | | |
R26 | Ho! ye that thirst, approach the spring | | | | | | | |
R27 | Thus speaks the high and lofty One | | | | | | | |
R28 | Attend, and mark the solemn fast | | | | | | | |
R29 | Amidst the mighty, where is he | | | | | | | |
R30 | Come, let us to the Lord our God | | | | | | | |
R31 | Thus speaks the heathen: How shall man | | | | | | | |
R32 | What though no flow'rs the fig-tree clothe | | | | | | | |
R33 | Father of all! we bow to thee | | | | | | | |
R34 | Thus spoke the Saviour of the world | | | | | | | |
R35 | 'Twas on that night, when doomed to know | | | | | | | |
R36 | My soul and spirit, filled with joy | | | | | | | |
R37 | While humble shepherds watched their flocks | | | | | | | |
R38 | Just and devout old Simeon lived | | | | | | | |
R39 | Hark, the glad sound, the Saviour comes! | | | | | | | |
R40 | The wretched prodigal behold | | | | | | | |
R41 | As when the Hebrew prophet raised | | | | | | | |
R42 | Let not your hearts with anxious thoughts | | | | | | | |
R43 | You now must hear my voice no more | | | | | | | |
R44 | Behold the Saviour on the cross | | | | | | | |
R45 | Ungrateful sinners! whence this scorn | | | | | | | |
R46 | Vain are the hopes the sons of men | | | | | | | |
R47 | And shall we then go on to sin | | | | | | | |
R48 | Let Christian faith and hope dispel | | | | | | | |
R49 | Though perfect eloquence adorned | | | | | | | |
R50 | When the last trumpet's awful voice | | | | | | | |
R51 | Soon shall this earthly frame, dissolved | | | | | | | |
R52 | Ye who the name of Jesus bear | | | | | | | |
R53 | Take comfort, Christians, when your friends | | | | | | | |
R54 | I'm not ashamed to own my Lord | | | | | | | |
R55 | My race is run; my warfare's o'er | | | | | | | |
R56 | How wretched was our former state | | | | | | | |
R57 | Jesus, the Son of God, who once | | | | | | | |
R58 | Where high the heav'nly temple stands | | | | | | | |
R59 | Behold what witnesses unseen | | | | | | | |
R60 | Father of peace, and God of love! | | | | | | | |
R61 | Bless'd be the everlasting God | | | | | | | |
R62 | Lo! in the last of days behold | | | | | | | |
R63 | Behold th' amazing gift of love | | | | | | | |
R64 | To him that loved the souls of men | | | | | | | |
R65 | Behold the glories of the Lamb | | | | | | | |
R66 | How bright these glorious spirits shine! | | | | | | | |
R67 | Lo! what a glorious sight appears | | | | | | | |
H1 | When all thy mercies, O my God! | | | | | | | |
H2 | The spacious firmament on high | | | | | | | |
H3 | When rising from the bed of death | | | | | | | |
H4 | Blest morning! whose first dawning rays | | | | | | | |
H5 | The hour of my departure's come | | | | | | | |