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501 | My drowsy pow'rs, why sleep ye so? | | | | | | | |
502 | O, he whom Jesus lov'd has truly spoken! | | | | | | | |
503 | Lab'rers of Christ, arise | | | | | | | |
504 | Onward, Christian, though the region | | | | | | | |
505 | We are living, we are dwelling | | | | | | | |
506 | 'Tis not the skill of human art | | | | | | | |
507 | Do not I love thee, O my Lord? | | | | | | | |
508 | Had I the tongues of Greeks and Jews | | | | | | | |
509 | The ransom'd spirit to her home | | | | | | | |
510 | Let Pharisees of high esteem | | | | | | | |
511 | Our God is love; and all his saints | | | | | | | |
512 | Saviour! teach me, day by day | | | | | | | |
513 | Happy the meek, whose gentle breast | | | | | | | |
514 | The importance of a sacred rite | | | | | | | |
515 | Love is the fountain whence | | | | | | | |
516 | When we cannot see our way | | | | | | | |
517 | Patience! O, what a grace divine! | | | | | | | |
518 | When groves by moonlight silence keep | | | | | | | |
519 | The world can neither give nor take | | | | | | | |
520 | Had I a throne above the rest | | | | | | | |
521 | Great Author of the immortal mind! | | | | | | | |
522 | Teach me yet more of thy blest ways | | | | | | | |
523 | Lord, what a wretched land is this | | | | | | | |
524 | What poor, despised company | | | | | | | |
525 | And dost thou say, "Ask what thou wilt?" | | | | | | | |
526 | I asked the Lord that I might grow | | | | | | | |
527 | My God! is any hour so sweet | | | | | | | |
528 | Prayer is the soul's sincere desire | | | | | | | |
529 | To thee, my God, whose presence fills | | | | | | | |
530 | From ev'ry stormy wind that blows | | | | | | | |
531 | I want a heart to pray | | | | | | | |
532 | Lord, teach thy servants how to pray | | | | | | | |
533 | What various hindr'nces we meet | | | | | | | |
534 | Father of faithful Abra'm, hear | | | | | | | |
535 | Thou great First Cause! least understood | | | | | | | |
536 | When Abrah'm, full of sacred awe | | | | | | | |
537 | Great Lord, of all thy churches, hear | | | | | | | |
538 | Saviour, visit thy plantation | | | | | | | |
539 | O Lord! thy work revive | | | | | | | |
540 | Pray'r is the breath of God in man | | | | | | | |
541 | O help us, Lord! each hour of need | | | | | | | |
542 | O Lord, to us, assembled here | | | | | | | |
543 | There is an eye that never sleeps | | | | | | | |
544 | Come, my soul, thy suit prepare | | | | | | | |
545 | Awake my soul; stretch ev'ry nerve | | | | | | | |
546 | Rise, O my soul, pursue the path | | | | | | | |
547 | Wouldst thou an erring soul redeem | | | | | | | |
548 | Speak gently to the erring ones | | | | | | | |
549 | That man, no guard or weapon needs | | | | | | | |
550 | What strange perplexities arise! | | | | | | | |
551 | Teach me, my God and King | | | | | | | |
552 | The Christian knows his God aright | | | | | | | |
553 | What tho' no flow'rs the fig-tree clothe | | | | | | | |
554 | Dear Lord! though bitter is the cup | | | | | | | |
555 | One prayer I have--all prayers in one | | | | | | | |
556 | Thus I resolv'd before the Lord | | | | | | | |
557 | Ye servants of the Lord | | | | | | | |
558 | Jesus, my King, proclaims the war | | | | | | | |
559 | Soldiers of the cross, arise! | | | | | | | |
560 | Nay, tell us not of dangers dire | | | | | | | |
561 | Am I a soldier of the cross? | | | | | | | |
562 | Equip me for the war | | | | | | | |
563 | My soul, be on thy guard | | | | | | | |
564 | Happy the man that finds the grace | | | | | | | |
565 | Awake, my zeal, awake my love | | | | | | | |
566 | O for that flame of living fire | | | | | | | |
567 | Friend after friend departs | | | | | | | |
568 | So fades the lovely, blooming flow'r | | | | | | | |
569 | Why, weep for those, frail child of wo | | | | | | | |
570 | Saviour, now receive him | | | | | | | |
571 | Earth's transitory things decay | | | | | | | |
572 | When life, as opening buds, is sweet | | | | | | | |
573 | How blest the righteous when he dies! | | | | | | | |
574 | "We've no abiding city here" | | | | | | | |
575 | It is not death to die | | | | | | | |
576 | Far from these narrow scenes of night | | | | | | | |
577 | Hear what the voice from heav'n proclaims | | | | | | | |
578 | Go to thy rest, fair child! | | | | | | | |
579 | As the sweet flow'r that scents the morn | | | | | | | |
580 | Why should we start, and fear to die | | | | | | | |
581 | Thy life I read, my dearest Lord | | | | | | | |
582 | Pastor, thou art from us taken | | | | | | | |
583 | My span of life will soon be done | | | | | | | |
584 | From his low bed of mortal dust | | | | | | | |
585 | Ye mourning saints, whose streaming tears | | | | | | | |
586 | My soul, come meditate the day | | | | | | | |
587 | If I must die, O, let me die | | | | | | | |
588 | How sweet the hour of closing day | | | | | | | |
589 | Farewell, bright soul, a short farewell | | | | | | | |
590 | Go to the grave in all thy glorious prime | | | | | | | |
591 | Wake up, my muse, condole the loss | | | | | | | |
592 | Yes, she is gone--yet do not thou | | | | | | | |
593 | In this lone hour of deep distress | | | | | | | |
594 | Behold the western ev'ning light! | | | | | | | |
595 | Say, why should friendship grieve for those | | | | | | | |
596 | Beneath our feet, and o'er our head | | | | | | | |
597 | O, most delightful hour by man | | | | | | | |
598 | Asleep in Jesus! blessed sleep | | | | | | | |
599 | Why should our tears in sorrow flow | | | | | | | |
600 | Thou art gone to the grave! but we will not deplore thee | | | | | | | |