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aH.CCV | O thou by whose all bounteous hand | | | | | | | |
aH.CCVI | O Thou, whose tender mercy hears | | | | | | | |
aH.CCVII | O time, how few thy value weigh | | | | | | | |
aH.CCVIII | O 'tis a lovely thing to see | | | | | | | |
aH.CCIX | Our Father, throned above the sky [skies] | | | | | | | |
aH.CCX | Our heavenly Father calls, And Christ invites | | | | | | | |
aH.CCXI | O ye immortal throng Of angels round the throne | | | | | | | |
aH.CCXII | Patience, O 'tis [what] a grace divine | | | | | | | |
aH.CCXIII | Peace, all ye [the] sorrows of the heart | | | | | | | |
aH.CCXIV | Peace, my complaining, doubting heart | | | | | | | |
aH.CCXV | Placed on the verge of youth, my mind | | | | | | | |
aH.CCXVI | Praise to God, immortal praise | | | | | | | |
aH.CCXVII | Praise to the Lord of the boundless might | | | | | | | |
aH.CCXVIII | Raise your triumphant songs | | | | | | | |
aH.CCXIX | Remark my soul [with awe] the narrow bounds | | | | | | | |
aH.CCXX | Salvation O melodious sound | | | | | | | |
aH.CCXXI | See Isr'l's gentle Shepherd stand [stands] | | | | | | | |
aH.CCXXII | Shall wisdom cry aloud | | | | | | | |
aH.CCXXIII | Shepherds, rejoice, lift up your eyes | | | | | | | |
aH.CCXXIV | Should famine o'er the mourning field | | | | | | | |
aH.CCXXV | Should nature's charms to please the eye | | | | | | | |
aH.CCXXVI | Sing to the Lord, who loud proclaims | | | | | | | |
aH.CCXXVII | So did the Hebrew prophet raise | | | | | | | |
aH.CCXXVIII | So fades the lovely, blooming flower [flowers] | | | | | | | |
aH.CCXXIX | So let our lips and lives express | | | | | | | |
aH.CCXXX | Soon shall this earthly frame, dissolved | | | | | | | |
aH.CCXXXI | The days how few, how short the years | | | | | | | |
aH.CCXXXII | The earth and all the heavenly frame | | | | | | | |
aH.CCXXXIII | The God who once to Isr'l spoke | | | | | | | |
aH.CCXXXIV | The king of heaven his table spreads | | | | | | | |
aH.CCXXXV | The law by Moses came | | | | | | | |
aH.CCXXXVI | The promise of my father's love | | | | | | | |
aH.CCXXXVII | There is a glorious world on high | | | | | | | |
aH.CCXXXVIII | There is a house not made with [by] hands, Eternal | | | | | | | |
aH.CCXXXIX | The Savior comes, no outward pomp | | | | | | | |
aH.CCXL | These glorious minds [ones], how bright they shine | | | | | | | |
aH.CCXLI | The spacious firmament on high | | | | | | | |
aH.CCXLII | This do in memory of your Friend | | | | | | | |
aH.CCXLIII | Though frightful snares beset me round | | | | | | | |
aH.CCXLIV | Thou, Lord, by mortal eyes unseen | | | | | | | |
aH.CCXLV | Thou Refuge of my [the] weary soul | | | | | | | |
aH.CCXLVI | Thou vain, intruding world depart | | | | | | | |
aH.CCXLVII | Thou whom my soul admires above | | | | | | | |
aH.CCXLVIII | The uplifted eye and bended knee | | | | | | | |
aH.CCXLIX | Thus saith the first, the [and] great command | | | | | | | |
aH.CCL | Thus saith [speaks] the high and lofty One | | | | | | | |
aH.CCLI | Thus saith the Lord, who built the heavens | | | | | | | |
aH.CCLII | Thus saith the mercy [promise] of the Lord | | | | | | | |
aH.CCLIII | Thus spake the Savior, when he sent | | | | | | | |
aH.CCLIV | Thy wisdom, power and goodness, Lord | | | | | | | |
aH.CCLV | 'Tis wisdom's earnest cry | | | | | | | |
aH.CCLVI | To God the only wise, our Savior and our King | | | | | | | |
aH.CCLVII | To heaven my grateful soul ascends | | | | | | | |
aH.CCLVIII | To Jesus our exalted Lord, dear [that] [the] name by heaven and earth adored | | | | | | | |
aH.CCLIX | To Jesus, our victorious Lord | | | | | | | |
aH.CCLX | 'Twas on that [a] dark, that [and] doleful [awful] [dreary] night [day] | | | | | | | |
aH.CCLXI | Vain are the hopes the [that] sons of men | | | | | | | |
aH.CCLXII | Unvail [Unveil] thy bosom, faithful tomb | | | | | | | |
aH.CCLXIII | Welcome, thou day of rest | | | | | | | |
aH.CCLXIV | We sing our Savior's wondrous death | | | | | | | |
aH.CCLXV | What cannot resignation do? | | | | | | | |
aH.CCLXVI | When all thy [your] mercies, O my [our] God [gracious Lord] | | | | | | | |
aH.CCLXVII | When pale with sickness oft has thou | | | | | | | |
aH.CCLXVIII | When verdure clothes [robes] the fertile vale | | | | | | | |
aH.CCLXIX | Whence do our mournful thoughts arise | | | | | | | |
aH.CCLXX | When death appears before my [our] sight | | | | | | | |
aH.CCLXXI | When doubts and fears prevailing rise | | | | | | | |
aH.CCLXXII | When fainting in the sultry waste | | | | | | | |
aH.CCLXXIII | When I review the crooked [devious] ways | | | | | | | |
aH.CCLXXIV | When I survey the wondrous cross | | | | | | | |
aH.CCLXXV | When sin and sorrow, fear and pain | | | | | | | |
aH.CCLXXVI | When sinners quit their wicked ways | | | | | | | |
aH.CCLXXVII | When the blest Comforter is nigh | | | | | | | |
aH.CCLXXVIII | When true religion gains a place | | | | | | | |
aH.CCLXXIX | When wild confusion wrecks the air [world] | | | | | | | |
aH.CCLXXX | Where shall the tribes of Adam find | | | | | | | |
aH.CCLXXXI | Wherewith shall guilty man appear | | | | | | | |
aH.CCLXXXII | Whilst shepherds watched their flocks by night | | | | | | | |
aH.CCLXXXIII | Whilst some in folly's pleasure roll | | | | | | | |
aH.CCLXXXIV | Whilst thee I seek, protecting power | | | | | | | |
aH.CCLXXXV | Who, from the shades of gloomy night [gloomy shades of night] | | | | | | | |
aH.CCLXXXVI | Who shall the Lord's elect condemn | | | | | | | |
aH.CCLXXXVII | Why do we [ye] [you] mourn departing [departed] [for dying] friends | | | | | | | |
aH.CCLXXXVIII | Why should the world's alluring toys | | | | | | | |
aH.CCLXXXIX | With cheerful voices rise and sing | | | | | | | |
aH.CCXC | With deep contrition, grief and shame | | | | | | | |
aH.CCXCI | With flowing eyes and bleeding hearts | | | | | | | |
aH.CCXCII | With joy we meditate the [thy] grace | | | | | | | |
aH.CCXCIII | With restless agitations tossed [tost] | | | | | | | |
aH.CCXCIV | With wonder, Lord, our souls proclaim | | | | | | | |
aH.CCXCV | Ye golden lamps of heaven, farewell [adieu] | | | | | | | |
aH.CCXCVI | Ye humble souls, approach your God | | | | | | | |
aH.CCXCVII | Ye humble souls complain no more | | | | | | | |
aH.CCXCVIII | Ye thirsty souls, approach the spring | | | | | | | |
aH.CCXCIX | Ye wretched, hungry, starving poor Behold a royal feast | | | | | | | |
aH.CCC | Zeal is that [the] pure and heavenly flame | | | | | | | |