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CXIXd | Thy word is like a heavenly light | | | | | | | |
CXIXe | Arise, my tender thoughts, arise | | | | | | | |
CXIXf | O how I love thy holy law | | | | | | | |
CXIXg | Lord, I have made thy word my choice | | | | | | | |
CXIXh | Let all the heathen writers join | | | | | | | |
CXIXi | Thy mercies fill the earth, O Lord | | | | | | | |
CXIXj | O that the Lord would guide my [our] ways | | | | | | | |
CXIXk | O that thy statutes every hour | | | | | | | |
CXIXl | Consider all my sorrows, Lord, And thy deliverance send | | | | | | | |
CXIXm | My soul lies cleaving to the dust, Lord, give me | | | | | | | |
CXIXn | Father, I bless thy gentle hand | | | | | | | |
CXX | Thou God of love, thou ever blest | | | | | | | |
CXXIa | From Zion's hill, my help descends | | | | | | | |
CXXIb | To God I lift my [mine] eyes, from whom is all my aid | | | | | | | |
CXXIIa | Behold the rising dawn appear | | | | | | | |
CXXIIb | How does my heart rejoice, to hear the public | | | | | | | |
CXXIII | O thou whose grace and justice reign | | | | | | | |
CXXIV | Had not the Lord, may Isr'l say | | | | | | | |
CXXV | Unshaken as the sacred hill [hills] and fixed as mountains stand | | | | | | | |
CXXVI | When God revealed his gracious name | | | | | | | |
CXXVII | If God to build the house deny | | | | | | | |
CXXVIII | Blest is the man who fears the Lord | | | | | | | |
CXXIX | How often have our restless foes | | | | | | | |
CXXXa | Lord, shouldst thou call us to thy bar | | | | | | | |
CXXXb | From deep distress and troubled thoughts | | | | | | | |
CXXXI | Is there ambition in my heart | | | | | | | |
CXXXII | The Lord in Zion placed his name | | | | | | | |
CXXXIII | Blest are the sons of peace | | | | | | | |
CXXXIV | Ye servants of the eternal King | | | | | | | |
CXXXV | Awake, ye saints, to praise your King | | | | | | | |
CXXXVIa | Give to our God [the Lord] immortal praise | | | | | | | |
CXXXVIb | To God, the mighty Lord, your joyful thanks repeat | | | | | | | |
CXXXVIc | Lift your voice, and thankful sing | | | | | | | |
CXXXVII | Far from our friends and country dear | | | | | | | |
CXXXVIIIa | To thee, my God, my heart shall bring | | | | | | | |
CXXXVIIIb | With all my [our] [the] power [powers] of heart and tongue | | | | | | | |
CXXXVIIIc | My soul, review the time | | | | | | | |
CXXXIXa | In all my [our] vast concerns with thee | | | | | | | |
CXXXIXb | Lord, where shall guilty souls retire | | | | | | | |
CXXXIXc | God of my life, whose bounteous care | | | | | | | |
CXXXIXd | Almighty Father, gracious Lord | | | | | | | |
CXXXIXe | Thou God, by whose command I live | | | | | | | |
CXXXIXf | Lord, should I count thy mercies | | | | | | | |
CXL | Great God, our haughty foes repel | | | | | | | |
CXLI | Lord, when I call, make haste to hear | | | | | | | |
CXLII | To thee, great God, I will disclose | | | | | | | |
CXLIII | Hear, O my [our] God, with pity hear | | | | | | | |
CXLIV | Descend from heaven, almighty Lord | | | | | | | |
CXLV | Thee will I bless, my God and King | | | | | | | |
CXLVb | Great is the Lord, our souls adore | | | | | | | |
CXLVc | Great God, while nature speaks thy praise | | | | | | | |
CXLVIa | The praises of my God and my King | | | | | | | |
CXLVIb | I'll praise my Maker with my [while I've] [whilst I've] breath | | | | | | | |
CXLVIIa | With songs and honors sounding loud | | | | | | | |
CXLVIIb | Sing to the Lord, let praise inspire | | | | | | | |
CXLVIIc | Praise ye the Lord, O blissful theme | | | | | | | |
CXLVIIIa | Praise ye the Lord, immortal choir that fill | | | | | | | |
CXLVIIIb | Shout to the Lord, ye surging seas | | | | | | | |
CXLVIIIc | Fairest of all the lights above | | | | | | | |
CXLVIIId | Let every creature join To praise the eternal God | | | | | | | |
CXLVIIIe | Ye boundless realms of joy | | | | | | | |
CXLVIIIf | To your Creator, God | | | | | | | |
CXLVIIIg | Begin, my soul, the exalted lay | | | | | | | |
CXLIX | O praise ye the Lord, Prepare your glad voice | | | | | | | |
CL | Praise ye the Lord, let praise employ | | | | | | | |
H.I | Absurd and vain attempt, to bind | | | | | | | |
H.II | Again the Lord of life and light | | | | | | | |
H.III | Ah [O] wretched souls who strive in vain | | | | | | | |
H.IV | Alas what hourly dangers rise | | | | | | | |
H.V | All conquering faith, how high it rose | | | | | | | |
H.VI | All hail, mysterious King | | | | | | | |
H.VII | All hail, victorious Savior, hail | | | | | | | |
H.VIII | All knowing God, 'tis thine to know | | | | | | | |
H.IX | All mortal vanites, be gone! | | | | | | | |
H.X | All ye who faithful servants are | | | | | | | |
H.XI | Almighty King of heaven above | | | | | | | |
H.XII | Almighty Maker, God, How wondrous is thy name | | | | | | | |
H.XIII | Am I a soldier of the cross | | | | | | | |
H.XIV | And is the gospel peace and love | | | | | | | |
H.XV | And must this body die | | | | | | | |
H.XVI | And now, my soul another year | | | | | | | |
H.XVII | Angel [Angels], roll the rock [stone] away | | | | | | | |
H.XVIII | Another six days' work is done | | | | | | | |
H.XIX | Attend, my soul, the voice divine | | | | | | | |
H.XX | Attend, whilst God's exalted Son | | | | | | | |
H.XXI | At thy command, our blessed Lord | | | | | | | |
H.XXII | Awake, awake the sacred song | | | | | | | |
H.XXIII | Awake, my soul, lift up thine eyes | | | | | | | |
H.XXIV | Awake our drowsy souls, shake off | | | | | | | |
H.XXV | Awake, our souls, away our fears | | | | | | | |
H.XXVI | Away from every mortal care | | | | | | | |
H.XXVII | Before the heavens were spread abroad | | | | | | | |
H.XXVIII | Begin my tongue some heavenly theme | | | | | | | |
H.XXIX | Behold! the bright morning appears And Jesus revives from the grave | | | | | | | |
H.XXX | Behold the glories of the Lamb, Amidst [amid] his father's throne | | | | | | | |
H.XXXI | Behold, the grace appears [appear] | | | | | | | |
H.XXXII | Behold yon [the] new born infant grieved | | | | | | | |
H.XXXIII | Behold the sons, the [and] heirs of God | | | | | | | |
H.XXXIV | Behold the wretch whose lust and wine | | | | | | | |
H.XXXV | Behold what wondrous grace | | | | | | | |