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301 | Give thanks to God for he is good | | | | | | | |
302 | The Lord our God is good | | | | | | | |
303 | Come, let us join in grateful songs | | | | | | | |
304 | When autumn brings her golden store | | | | | | | |
305 | Kind providence to us imparts | | | | | | | |
306 | Now to the Lord, O let us raise | | | | | | | |
307 | Lord bless Columbia's happy land | | | | | | | |
308 | Ye sons of Columbia, adore | | | | | | | |
309 | What wonders hath Jehovah wrought | | | | | | | |
310 | The Lord our God, our heav'nly King | | | | | | | |
311 | The winter months are past away | | | | | | | |
312 | This is the fast the Lord would chuse | | | | | | | |
313 | The hypocrites do often fast | | | | | | | |
314 | When thou dost fast thou shalt not be | | | | | | | |
315 | The hypocrite doth fast, With a dejected face | | | | | | | |
316 | In Zion let the trumpet blow | | | | | | | |
317 | All hail, the matchless pow'r divine | | | | | | | |
318 | Ye are God's building, saith the word | | | | | | | |
319[219] | On holy mount Moriah see | | | | | | | |
320 | Lo! see the brilliant temple rise | | | | | | | |
321 | Ere time commenc'd, a darksome night | | | | | | | |
322 | Various systems men have form'd | | | | | | | |
323 | The Jews had eyes, and yet were blind | | | | | | | |
324 | And why do Christians thus contend | | | | | | | |
325 | Why do Pharisees complain | | | | | | | |
326 | Had Jesus taught the ancient Jews | | | | | | | |
327 | My foes declare with awful frown | | | | | | | |
328 | Where myst'ries are in scripture found | | | | | | | |
329 | Of old, how were the sons of men | | | | | | | |
330 | Thus saith the great and mighty God | | | | | | | |
331 | Thus saith the mighty God | | | | | | | |
332 | No sacrifice of costly name | | | | | | | |
333 | Who will regret that Christ should have | | | | | | | |
334 | Let party names alone | | | | | | | |
335 | As ancient bigots disagree | | | | | | | |
336 | Lord, what a rage thy foes are in! | | | | | | | |
337[237] | Now Baal's prophets cry aloud | | | | | | | |
338 | That some should perish, God ordains | | | | | | | |
339 | By men conditions are propos'd | | | | | | | |
340 | But few of all the human race | | | | | | | |
341 | When strangers meet me on the way | | | | | | | |
342 | Will they who love the Lord repine | | | | | | | |
343 | Dear Shepherd didst thou lie | | | | | | | |
344 | I bid farewell to written creeds | | | | | | | |
345 | O could the scales fall from our eyes | | | | | | | |
346 | O cease, my soul, the search give o'er | | | | | | | |
347[322] | From worldly noise I would retire | | | | | | | |
348 | Behold, on Zion's mystic walls | | | | | | | |
349 | Lo, from the mountains of the law | | | | | | | |
350 | What is this within me burning? | | | | | | | |
352 | When by faith I see my Savior | | | | | | | |
353 | Why is my heart so cold? | | | | | | | |
354 | I long my Savior's grace to see | | | | | | | |
355 | Come all ye lovely youth | | | | | | | |
356 | Come, all ye tender lovely youth | | | | | | | |
357 | Ye aged fathers, mothers dear | | | | | | | |
358 | By faith may Jesus dwell | | | | | | | |
359 | Come, pleasant youth, your voices raise | | | | | | | |
360 | How fast time's holy moments run! | | | | | | | |
361 | When will the eyelids of that morn | | | | | | | |
362 | My soul is fainting fast | | | | | | | |
363 | Must christians pray for nought? | | | | | | | |
364[366] | May we thine armor, Lord, put on | | | | | | | |
365 | Grant unto us a visit, dearest Lord | | | | | | | |
366 | Lord, from thy holy hill descend | | | | | | | |
367 | Our Father, God, in heav'n above | | | | | | | |
368 | O Lord of Hosts! All Gracious God! | | | | | | | |
369 | Is not thy promise pledg'd | | | | | | | |
370 | Thou Great First Cause! least understood | | | | | | | |
371 | O Lord we bow before thy throne | | | | | | | |
372 | O God of grace, before thy throne | | | | | | | |
373 | In thine own house, O Lord, we meet | | | | | | | |
374 | In union let our voices join | | | | | | | |
375 | Now God I see in ev'ry thing | | | | | | | |
376 | Let earth rejoice and nature sing | | | | | | | |
377 | Lo, what enraptur'd songs of praise | | | | | | | |
378 | Now to the Lord who built the skies | | | | | | | |
379 | Join ev'ry heart and ev'ry tongue | | | | | | | |
380 | A joyful song to God | | | | | | | |
381 | Praise ye the Lord, all nature join | | | | | | | |
382 | Praise God, from whom all blessings flow | | | | | | | |
383 | Worthy the Paschal Lamb! | | | | | | | |
384 | Let God alone have endless praise | | | | | | | |
385 | Now to our God let praises rise | | | | | | | |
386 | Now shall my inward joys arise | | | | | | | |
387 | Now let all nature join to praise | | | | | | | |
388 | The Lord hath come from hills of light | | | | | | | |
389 | No sure foundation can be laid | | | | | | | |
390 | The Lord who holds the gospel fan | | | | | | | |
391 | Hark! from the wilderness, and hear | | | | | | | |
392 | Christ shall descend in flaming fire | | | | | | | |
393 | The day of God shall surely come | | | | | | | |
394 | Attend and hear the sacred word | | | | | | | |
395 | Awake! my soul! away, thy fears! | | | | | | | |
396 | Shall slavish fear torment my soul | | | | | | | |
397 | I sing the gospel day | | | | | | | |
398 | Blessed are they, in spirit poor | | | | | | | |
399 | Blessed are they who suffer pain | | | | | | | |
400 | Let the disciple of the Lord | | | | | | | |
401 | The Lord of life was oft accus'd | | | | | | | |