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The Christian Lyre, Volume 1

Publisher: Jonathan Leavitt, New York, 1830
Editor: Joshua Leavitt
Language: English
Notes: Also see Volume 2 (1831) and the Supplement (1831).
#TextTuneText InfoTune InfoTextScorePage ScanAudio
95Mid [midst] scenes of confusion and creature complaintsPage Scan
96An alien from God, and a stranger to gracePage Scan
97Long have I tried terrestrial joysPage Scan
98Like Paul I would desire to diePage Scan
99From every earthly pleasurePage Scan
100Jesus, thou art the sinner's friendPage Scan
101Not from the dust affliction growsPage Scan
102O thou, whose tender mercy hearsPage Scan
103O why did I my Savior leavePage Scan
104Rock of ages! cleft for mePage Scan
105Since the Son hath made me freePage Scan
106Come and let us praise our KingPage Scan
107Jesus is our common LordPage Scan
108Now the Savior stands [standeth] [standing] a-pleading [and pleading]Page Scan
109Precious Bible! what a treasurePage Scan
110Saw ye [you] my Savior, saw ye [you] my SaviorPage Scan
111Hail, sovereign love, that first beganPage Scan
112Jesus thou hast bid us prayPage Scan
113Why sleep we, my brethren? come, let us arisePage Scan
114Blow ye the trumpet, blowPage Scan
115To-day, if you will hear his voicePage Scan
116When marshall'd on the nightly plainPage Scan
117The ransomed spirit to her homePage Scan
118Blest be the tie that bindsPage Scan
119Ye dying sons of menPage Scan
120Who can describe the painPage Scan
121We give immortal praisePage Scan
122Ye angels, who stand round the thronePage Scan
123How tedious and tasteless the hoursPage Scan
124O'er the gloomy hills of darknessPage Scan
125On the mountain's top appearingPage Scan
126Men of God, go take your stationsPage Scan
127Once I thought my mountain strongPage Scan
128Pensive, doubting, fearful heartPage Scan
129Met, O God, to ask thy presencePage Scan
130Jesus stands, O how amazingPage Scan
131God of my life, look gently downPage Scan
132aSoldiers of the cross, ariseTextPage Scan
132bServants of the living GodPage Scan
133The day is far spent, the evening is nighPage Scan
134Hark, what is that note So mournful and slowPage Scan
135Savior, visit thy plantationPage Scan
136O Sacred Head now [once] [sore] wounded [surrounded]Page Scan
137Ah tell us no more the spirit and powerPage Scan
138Thou soft [sweet] flowing [gliding] Kedron [Cedron], by thy silver [limpid] streamPage Scan
139Brother, thou art gone before usPARSONSTune InfoTextPage Scan
140Ah, guilty sinner, ruined by transgressionPage Scan
141See Sodom wrapped in firePage Scan
142Sinners, the call obeyPage Scan
143How can a sinner knowPage Scan
144When, O my Savior, shall this heartPage Scan
145Stay, thou insulted Spirit, stayPage Scan
146O thou who all things canst controlPage Scan
147O fly, mourning sinner, saith Jesus, to mePage Scan
148When shall we all meet again?Page Scan

[This hymnal has not been proofed - data may be incomplete or incorrect]
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