| A crown of thorns the Savior wore | H. Ballou (Author) | | 3 |
| Accept this house, O Lord | H. Ballou (Author) | | 4 |
| According to His holy will | H. Ballou (Author) | | 3 |
| Adieu, all earthly things | H. Ballou (Author) | | 5 |
| All earthly lovers, now adieu | Hosea Ballou (Author) | | 3 |
| All earthly pleasures I'll forsake | H. Ballou (Author) | | 4 |
| All things shall work for good, To them who love their God | H. Ballou (Author) | | 4 |
| And why do Christians thus contend | H. Ballou (Author) | | 5 |
| Another wonder now behold | Hosea Ballou (Author) | | 3 |
| Arise, expand your wings | H. Ballou (Author) | | 3 |
| Be still, ye blustering winds | Hosea Ballou (Author) | | 3 |
| Behold, on Zion's heavenly shore | H. Ballou (Author) | | 9 |
| Behold, on Zion's mystic walls | Hosea Ballou (Author) | | 3 |
| Behold the light, now see it rise | H. Ballou (Author) | | 4 |
| Behold the long expected light | H. Ballou (Author) | | 7 |
| Behold the prodigal return | Hosea Ballou (Author) | | 3 |
| Behold, the visions brighter grow | Hosea Ballou (Author) | | 5 |
| Behold, what poor imperfect things | Hosea Ballou (Author) | | 3 |
| Blessed are they, in spirit poor | Hosea Ballou (Author) | | 3 |
| Blessed are they who suffer pain | Hosea Ballou (Author) | | 3 |
| But few of all the human race | H. Ballou (Author) | | 3 |
| By faith may Jesus dwell | H. Ballou (Author) | | 8 |
| By grace the great salvation comes | H. Ballou (Author) | | 5 |
| By men conditions are proposed | Hosea Ballou (Author) | | 3 |
| Can wisdom infinite misjudge | H. Ballou (Author) | | 3 |
| Christ crucified we preach | Hosea Ballou (Author) | | 4 |
| Christ is our righteousness | H. Ballou (Author) | | 3 |
| Christ is the Lord our righteousness | H. Ballou (Author) | | 3 |
| Come, fellow sinners, come away | H. Ballou (Author) | | 7 |
| Come from the wilderness | H. Ballou (Author) | | 3 |
| Come, let us join in grateful songs | Hosea Ballou (Author) | | 3 |
| Come, let us join in sacred songs | H. Ballou (Author) | | 4 |
| Come let us join in worship true | H. Ballou (Author) | | 4 |
| Come, let us raise our voices high And form a sacred song | Hosea Ballou (Author) | English | 2 |
| Come let us raise our voices high, Jesus to praise, who came to die | H. Ballou (Author) | English | 4 |
| Come, pleasant youth, your voices raise | Hosea Ballou (Author) | | 3 |
| Come, saints, and drop a tear or two | H. Ballou (Author) | | 3 |
| Communion with our friends is sweet | H. Ballou (Author) | | 3 |
| Could I but raise my notes as high | Hosea Ballou (Author) | | 4 |
| Dark unbelief, strange arrows flings | Hosea Ballou (Author) | | 3 |
| Dear Lord, behold thy children here | H. Ballou (Author) | | 5 |
| Dear Lord, behold thy servants here | Hosea Ballou (Author) | | 11 |
| Dear Shepherd, didst thou lie | Hosea Ballou (Author) | | 3 |
| Did heavenly wisdom give to man | Hosea Ballou (Author) | | 3 |
| Far better 'tis to go | Hosea Ballou (Author) | English | 3 |
| From God the immortal spirit came | H. Ballou (Author) | | 3 |
| From worldly noise I would retire | H. Ballou (Author) | | 3 |
| From worship now thy church dismiss | H. Ballou (Author) | | 17 |
| Go, saith a risen Savior, go | Hosea Ballou (Author) | | 5 |
| Go search the fields of nature through | Hosea Ballou (Author) | | 6 |
| God, in each attribute, is love | H. Ballou (Author) | | 3 |
| God's power and wisdom do agree | H. Ballou (Author) | | 3 |
| Grace, 'tis a sweet, a charming theme (Ballou) | Hosea Ballou (Author) | | 7 |
| Grant unto us a visit, dearest Lord | H. Ballou (Author) | | 7 |
| Had Jesus taught the ancient Jews | H. Ballou (Author) | | 3 |
| Hark! a glad voice, from yonder dale | H. Ballou (Author) | | 3 |
| Hark! hear the great Jehovah's word | Hosea Ballou (Author) | | 3 |
| How bright is thy example, Lord | H. Ballou (Author) | | 3 |
| How bright the sun that makes our day | Hosea Ballou (Author) | | 3 |
| How charming is the graceful sight | H. Ballou (Author) | | 3 |
| How fast time's holy moments run | H. Ballou (Author) | | 3 |
| How glorious was the vision bright | H. Ballou (Author) | | 3 |
| How good, how pleasant 'tis to see | H. Ballou (Author) | | 3 |
| How happy is the ground, On which the brethren | S. Ballou (Author) | | 3 |
| How many blessings we receive | H. Ballou (Author) | | 3 |
| How pleasant is the sight, Where brethren all agree (Ballou) | H. Ballou (Author) | English | 3 |
| How pleasing is the lovely sight | S. Ballou (Author) | | 5 |
| How rich the blessings were | H. Ballou (Author) | | 3 |
| How sweet is the union of souls in harmony | H. Ballou (Author) | | 3 |
| How transient and how vain | Hosea Ballou (Author) | | 1 |
| How vast the love of God to sinful dying men | H. Ballou (Author) | English | 3 |
| I bid farewell to written creeds | Hosea Ballou (Author) | | 3 |
| I long my Savior's grace to see | H. Ballou (Author) | | 3 |
| I shall no more in darkness roam | Hosea Ballou (Author) | | 3 |
| I sing the titles of my Lord | H. Ballou (Author) | | 3 |
| I will adhere no more | H. Ballou (Author) | | 3 |
| I would exalt the Lord my King | H. Ballou (Author) | | 3 |
| If God be love, why should there be | H. Ballou (Author) | | 3 |
| If sun and moon and stars of light | H. Ballou (Author) | | 3 |
| In all thy work perfection shines | Hosea Ballou (Author) | | 3 |
| In freedom's song let millions join | Hosea Ballou (Author) | | 1 |
| In God's eternity | H. Ballou (Author) | English | 17 |
| In heaven, behold the woudrous sight | H. Ballou (Author) | | 3 |
| In songs of highest praise | H. Ballou (Author) | | 7 |
| In the example, Jesus gave | H. Ballou (Author) | | 3 |
| In union let our voices join | Hosea Ballou (Author) | | 3 |
| Indulgent God, accept this youth | Hosea Ballou (Author) | | 3 |
| Into thy temple, Lord, descend | Hosea Ballou (Author) | | 3 |
| Is man more just than God | Hosea Ballou (Author) | | 3 |
| Jesus his empire shall extend | H. Ballou (Author) | | 16 |
| Jesus is knocking at the door, His locks are wet with dew | H. Ballou (Author) | English | 3 |
| Jesus, our King, his scepter sways | H. Ballou (Author) | | 6 |
| Joy to the world below, the Lord himself | H. Ballou (Author) | | 3 |
| Let all the powers of music join | Hosea Ballou (Author) | | 3 |
| Let the disciple of the Lord | H. Ballou (Author) | | 3 |
| Let these dear friends who mourn their loss | H. Ballou (Author) | | 3 |
| Like grass of earth our bodies are | Hosea Ballou (Author) | | 3 |
| Like Israel's tribes on Egypt's flood | H. Ballou (Author) | | 2 |
| Lo from the heaven of the law | H. Ballou (Author) | | 3 |
| Lord, from thy holy hill descend | H. Ballou (Author) | | 4 |
| Lord, may thy humble servants here | Hosea Ballou (Author) | | 3 |
| Lord, what a rage thy foes are in | Hosea Ballou (Author) | | 4 |
| May all our powers of mind | H. Ballou (Author) | | 5 |
| May sacred heat inspire my tongue | H. Ballou (Author) | | 6 |
| May that kind wisdom, whose bright eye | Hosea Ballou (Author) | | 3 |
| May we thine armor, Lord, put on | H. Ballou (Author) | | 5 |
| Must Christians pray for nought | Hosea Ballou (Author) | | 5 |
| My foes declare with awful frown | H. Ballou (Author) | | 3 |
| My soul is fainting fast | H. Ballou (Author) | | 3 |
| My thoughts on heavenly subjects roll | Hosea Ballou (Author) | | 6 |
| No peace my starving soul can find | Hosea Ballou (Author) | | 8 |
| Not here on earth are treasures sure | H. Ballou (Author) | | 3 |
| Not only of the Jew is Christ the living head | H. Ballou (Author) | | 4 |
| Now Baal's prophets cry aloud | H. Ballou (Author) | | 3 |
| Now death shall conquered be | Hosea Ballou (Author) | | 3 |
| Now faith and hope abide | H. Ballou (Author) | | 4 |
| Now God I see in every thing | H. Ballou (Author) | | 4 |
| Now let all nature join to praise | H. Ballou (Author) | | 3 |
| Now multitudes assembled are | Hosea Ballou (Author) | | 3 |
| Now on the wings of faith I'll rise | H. Ballou (Author) | | 3 |
| Now the day is far advanced | H. Ballou (Author) | | 3 |
| Now warring armies meet in heaven | H. Ballou (Author) | | 3 |
| O cease, my soul, the search give over | Hosea Ballou (Author) | English | 3 |
| O could I sing an equal song | H. Ballou (Author) | | 4 |
| O, could I strike some heavenly strings | H. Ballou (Author) | | 4 |
| O could the scales fall from our eyes | H. Ballou (Author) | | 4 |
| O is my heart of marble made | H. Ballou (Author) | | 4 |
| O sinner, turn thine eyes | H. Ballou (Author) | | 3 |
| O thou whose power the mountains formed | H. Ballou (Author) | | 5 |
| O who that mystery deep can sing | Hosea Ballou (Author) | | 3 |
| O why should cares torment my mind | H. Ballou (Author) | | 3 |
| On holy mount Moriah see | H. Ballou (Author) | | 3 |
| On Zion's heavenly hills they stand | H. Ballou (Author) | | 3 |
| Our Lord shall be our hiding-place | H. Ballou (Author) | | 3 |
| Rising from the bed of slumber | Hosea Ballou (Author) | | 3 |
| Rivers from Jesus flow | Hosea Ballou (Author) | | 6 |
| Rivers of grief and sorrows flow | H. Ballou (Author) | | 3 |
| See antichrist arise | H. Ballou (Author) | | 3 |
| See Jesus stand with open arms | H. Ballou (Author) | | 3 |
| Shall all the wicked kings | H. Ballou (Author) | | 3 |
| Sin, like a cruel tyrant, reigns | H. Ballou (Author) | | 3 |
| Stay me with flagons, dearest Lord | Hosea Ballou (Author) | | 3 |
| Strong is thine hand, Almighty King | H. Ballou (Author) | | 5 |
| Sweet visions from the Lord | H. Ballou (Author) | | 3 |
| Teach us to feel as Jesus prayed | Hosea Ballou (Author) | English | 9 |
| The increasing joys, O who can tell | H. Ballou (Author) | | 3 |
| That some should perish, God ordains | H. Ballou (Author) | | 3 |
| The depths of wisdom who can find | H. Ballou (Author) | | 5 |
| The exhortation let us hear | H. Ballou (Author) | | 3 |
| The first almighty Cause | Hosea Ballou (Author) | | 1 |
| The flowing rays from yonder sun | H. Ballou (Author) | | 3 |
| The glorious covenant of grace | H. Ballou (Author) | | 3 |
| The heavenly gem of the sweet content | Hosea Ballou (Author) | | 3 |
| The house that's built upon the sand | H. Ballou (Author) | | 3 |
| The Jews had eyes, and yet were blind | H. Ballou (Author) | | 3 |
| The Lord in Zion will prepare | H. Ballou (Author) | | 4 |
| The Lord in Zion will provide | H. Ballou (Author) | | 4 |
| The Lord is good and kind | H. Ballou (Author) | | 4 |
| The Lord of life was oft accused | H. Ballou (Author) | | 3 |
| The Lord to Abraham did say | H. Ballou (Author) | | 3 |
| The male and feamle, in the Lord | Hosea Ballou (Author) | | 3 |
| The new Jerusalem I see | H. Ballou (Author) | | 3 |
| The prophets came from hills of light | H. Ballou (Author) | | 3 |
| The rose of Sharon we behold | H. Ballou (Author) | | 3 |
| The Savior did our sorrows feel | H. Ballou (Author) | | 3 |
| The times and seasons God ordained | Hosea Ballou (Author) | | 3 |
| The winter months are past away | H. Ballou (Author) | | 3 |
| The winter of the law is gone | H. Ballou (Author) | | 3 |
| The word of revelation shines | H. Ballou (Author) | | 3 |
| The word omnific spake in love | Hosea Ballou (Author) | | 3 |
| The words which Jesus spake To his disciples dear | H. Ballou (Author) | | 3 |
| This is the fast the Lord doth choose | Hosea Ballou (Author) | | 11 |
| This world, how full of labor 'tis | Hosea Ballou (Author) | | 3 |
| Thy presence, Lord, gives pure delight | Hosea Ballou (Author) | | 4 |
| Time's empty vapors, O, how vain | Hosea Ballou (Author) | | 3 |
| To Christ, the Son, the Father spake | Hosea Ballou (Author) | | 7 |
| To me, what use are insects made | Hosea Ballou (Author) | | 3 |
| To wanderers in the dismal road | Hosea Ballou (Author) | | 3 |
| Various systems men have formed | Hosea Ballou (Author) | | 3 |
| We are the offspring of our God | H. Ballou (Author) | | 5 |
| What boundless wisdom is displayed | H. Ballou (Author) | | 3 |
| What can oppose the Lord my God | H. Ballou (Author) | | 3 |
| What is this within me burning | Hosea Ballou (Author) | | 6 |
| What man of sorrow and of grief | H. Ballou (Author) | | 3 |
| What sudden glories did surprise | Hosea Ballou (Author) | | 5 |
| What unknown love is this | H. Ballou (Author) | | 4 |
| What was the wormwood and the gall | Hosea Ballou (Author) | | 3 |
| What wonders hath Jehovah wrought | Hosea Ballou (Author) | | 6 |
| When autumn brings her golden store | H. Ballou (Author) | | 3 |
| When God in mercy gave | H. Ballou (Author) | | 3 |
| When God descends, with men to dwell | H. Ballou, alt. and abr. (Author) | English | 32 |
| When God would on the Gentiles rise | Hosea Ballou (Author) | | 6 |
| When my astonished eyes behold | H. Ballou (Author) | | 6 |
| When nature's wonders I explore | H. Ballou (Author) | | 4 |
| When our astonished eyes behold | Hosea Ballou (Author) | | 2 |
| When strangers meet me on the way | H. Ballou (Author) | | 4 |
| When the blest light of day declines | Hosea Ballou (Author) | | 3 |
| When will the eyelids of that morn | H. Ballou (Author) | | 7 |
| Where mysteries are in Scripture found | H. Ballou (Author) | | 3 |
| Who dare adjudge the sons of men | H. Ballou (Author) | | 3 |
| Who dare attempt to sing | H. Ballou (Author) | | 4 |
| Why all this speed, ye pilgrims say | H. Ballou (Author) | | 5 |
| Why do not saints a union form | H. Ballou (Author) | | 4 |
| Why do Pharisees complain | Hosea Ballou (Author) | | 3 |
| Why is my heart so cold | H. Ballou (Author) | | 6 |
| Why should I blush to own | Hosea Ballou (Author) | | 3 |
| Why, thus dejected, O my soul | H. Ballou (Author) | | 6 |
| Will they who love the Lord repine | Hosea Ballou (Author) | | 4 |
| Wisdom and power we see | H. Ballou (Author) | | 3 |
| With joy we hail the morning light | H. Ballou (Author) | | 3 |
| With sad surprise I see | H. Ballou (Author) | | 3 |
| With strange surprise, the cross I view | Hosea Ballou (Author) | | 3 |
| Ye are God's building, saith the word | H. Ballou (Author) | | 3 |
| Ye heavy ladened, come, repose | H. Ballou (Author) | | 3 |
| Ye prophets and apostles too | H. Ballou (Author) | | 3 |
| Ye realms below the skies | H. Ballou (Author) | English | 1 |
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