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101 | O thou in whose presence my soul takes delight | | | | | | | |
102 | Ye daughters of Zion, declare, have you seen | | | | | | | |
103 | Be joyful in God, all ye lands of the earth | | | | | | | |
104 | Come thou Fount of every blessing | | | | | | | |
105 | Jesus, full of all compassion | | | | | | | |
106 | Awake my soul, stretch every nerve | | | | | | | |
107 | Give me the wings of faith, to rise | | | | | | | |
108 | Sweet was the time when first I felt | | | | | | | |
109 | When all thy mercies, O my God | | | | | | | |
110 | Oh for a heart to praise my God | | | | | | | |
111 | Dearest of all the names above | | | | | | | |
112 | Father, whate'er of earthly bliss | | | | | | | |
113 | Oh, could I find, from day to day | | | | | | | |
114 | Sovereign of all the worlds on high | | | | | | | |
115 | While thee I seek, protecting Power | | | | | | | |
116 | Unite, my roving thoughts, unite | | | | | | | |
117 | A charge to keep I have | | | | | | | |
118 | Come, we that love the Lord | | | | | | | |
119 | How firm a foundation, ye saints of the Lord | | | | | | | |
120 | With joy we meditate the grace | | | | | | | |
121 | In thy great name, O Lord, we come | | | | | | | |
122 | Prayer is the breath of God in man | | | | | | | |
123 | Oh for a closer walk with God | | | | | | | |
124 | When languor and disease invade | | | | | | | |
125 | How blest the sacred tie, that binds | | | | | | | |
126 | Up to the fields where angels lie | | | | | | | |
127 | Prayer was appointed to convey | | | | | | | |
128 | Ye humble souls approach your God | | | | | | | |
129 | Do not I love thee, O my Lord? | | | | | | | |
130 | How sad our state by nature is | | | | | | | |
131 | If human kindness meets return | | | | | | | |
132 | My drowsy powers, why sleep ye so! | | | | | | | |
133 | Lord, I have made thy word my choice | | | | | | | |
134 | Jesus, who knows full well | | | | | | | |
135 | My soul, repeat his praise | | | | | | | |
136 | No more, my God--I boast no more | | | | | | | |
137 | Had I the tongues of Greeks and Jews | | | | | | | |
138 | How sweet, how heavenly is the sight | | | | | | | |
139 | Prayer is the soul's sincere desire | | | | | | | |
140 | God is the refuge of his saints | | | | | | | |
141 | So let our lips and lives express | | | | | | | |
142 | How sweet to be allowed to pray | | | | | | | |
143 | O thou, whose mercy guides my way | | | | | | | |
144 | God, my Supporter and my Hope | | | | | | | |
145 | Now let our voices join | | | | | | | |
146 | Grace! 'tis a charming sound | | | | | | | |
147 | Once more, before we part | | | | | | | |
148 | My soul be on thy guard | | | | | | | |
149 | Awake, and sing the song | | | | | | | |
150 | Give to the winds thy fears | | | | | | | |
151 | Love is the strongest tie | | | | | | | |
152 | Sweet the moments, rich in blessing | | | | | | | |
153 | One there is, above all others | | | | | | | |
154 | Cease, ye mourners, cease to languish | | | | | | | |
155 | When I can read my title clear | | | | | | | |
156 | My God, the spring of all my joys | | | | | | | |
157 | When thou my righteous Judge shalt come | | | | | | | |
158 | O could I speak the matchless worth | | | | | | | |
159 | I love thy kingdom, Lord | | | | | | | |
160 | Thy name, almighty Lord | | | | | | | |
161 | Arm of the Lord, awake, awake! | | | | | | | |
162 | Look down, O God, with pitying eye | | | | | | | |
163 | Sovereign of worlds, display thy power | | | | | | | |
164 | O Lord, our languid souls inspire | | | | | | | |
165 | Let Zion and her sons rejoice | | | | | | | |
166 | O'er the gloomy hills of darkness | | | | | | | |
167 | On the mountain's top appearing | | | | | | | |
168 | Behold the mountain of the Lord | | | | | | | |
169 | Lo, what a glorious sight appears | | | | | | | |
170 | Soon may the last glad song arise | | | | | | | |
171 | Jesus shall reign where'er the sun | | | | | | | |
172 | The morning light is breaking | | | | | | | |
173 | Now be the gospel banner | | | | | | | |
174 | From Greenland's icy mountains | | | | | | | |
175 | Hasten, Lord, the glorious time | | | | | | | |
176 | Hark! the song of jubilee! | | | | | | | |
177 | Softly now the light of day | | | | | | | |
178 | Now the shades of night are gone | | | | | | | |
179 | 'Tis my happiness below | | | | | | | |
180 | Time is winging us away | | | | | | | |
181 | Rise, my soul, and stretch thy wings | | | | | | | |
182 | The day is past and gone | | | | | | | |
183 | To-morrow, Lord, is thine | | | | | | | |
184 | Thus far the Lord hath led me on | | | | | | | |
185 | How vain is all beneath the skies | | | | | | | |
186 | My God, how endless is thy love | | | | | | | |
187 | Great God, we sing thy mighty hand | | | | | | | |
188 | Lord of the Sabbath and its light | | | | | | | |
189 | There is an hour of peaceful rest | | | | | | | |
190 | Early, my God, without delay | | | | | | | |
191 | Thine earthly Sabbaths, Lord, we love | | | | | | | |
192 | How blest the righteous when he dies! | | | | | | | |
193 | Why do we mourn departing friends | | | | | | | |
194 | There is a land of pure delight | | | | | | | |
195 | Asleep in Jesus! blessed sleep! | | | | | | | |
196 | O happy saints that dwell in light | | | | | | | |
197 | Why should we start, and fear to die? | | | | | | | |
198 | Who are these in bright array | | | | | | | |
199 | High in yonder realms of light | | | | | | | |
200 | Star of peace to wand'rers weary | | | | | | | |