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d101 | How tedious and tasteless [restless and tiresome] the hours | | | | | | | |
d102 | How vain are the pleasures of time | | | | | | | |
d103 | How vain the wretch that dares employ | | | | | | | |
d104 | Humble souls, who [that] seek salvation | | | | | | | |
d105 | I am, saith Christ, the Way | | | | | | | |
d106 | I asked the Lord that I might grow | | | | | | | |
d107 | I, Jesus, am ascended high | | | | | | | |
d108 | I set myself against the Lord | | | | | | | |
d109 | I sing a song which doth belong | | | | | | | |
d110 | I sojourn in a vale of tears | | | | | | | |
d111 | I'm glad I ever saw the day | | | | | | | |
d112 | In Jordan's tide [waves] the Baptist [prophet] stands | | | | | | | |
d113 | In the house of king David a fountain | | | | | | | |
d114 | In this extreme distress of soul | | | | | | | |
d115 | Innumerable foes attack the child of God | | | | | | | |
d116 | Is there anybody here like leprous Naaman | | | | | | | |
d117 | Is this unpleasing cup now given | | | | | | | |
d118 | Isr'l in ancient days | | | | | | | |
d119 | Jerusalem, my happy home, O how I long for thee | | | | | | | |
d120 | Jesus, and shall it ever be | | | | | | | |
d121 | Jesus, at thy command | | | | | | | |
d122 | Jesus Christ has [hath] power alone | | | | | | | |
d123 | Jesus, let not thy grace delay | | | | | | | |
d124 | Jesus, thou omniscient Savior | | | | | | | |
d125 | Jesus, thy blessings are not few | | | | | | | |
d126 | Jesus, thy gospel armor gird | | | | | | | |
d127 | Jesus, we love thy name | | | | | | | |
d128 | Jesus, while he dwelt below | | | | | | | |
d129 | Join all who love the Savior's name | | | | | | | |
d130 | Kindred, and friends, and native land | | | | | | | |
d131 | Know then [this] that every soul [one] is free | | | | | | | |
d132 | Laugh, ye profane, and swell and burst | | | | | | | |
d133 | Let every mortal ear attend | | | | | | | |
d134 | Let me lie prostrate on the ground | | | | | | | |
d135 | Let party names no more | | | | | | | |
d136 | Let strife forever cease | | | | | | | |
d137 | Let us ask the important question | | | | | | | |
d138 | Life and immortal joys are given | | | | | | | |
d139 | Listed into the cause of sin | | | | | | | |
d140 | Long have I trod the way to hell | | | | | | | |
d141 | Lord, at thy table I [we] behold The wonders of thy grace | | | | | | | |
d142 | Lord, dismiss us with thy blessing | | | | | | | |
d143 | Lord God of grace, I feel, I see | | | | | | | |
d144 | Lord, I cannot let thee go Till a blessing thou bestow | | | | | | | |
d145 | Lord, let me never go | | | | | | | |
d146 | Lord, search and try this heart of mine | | | | | | | |
d147 | Lord, 'tis an infinite delight | | | | | | | |
d148 | May the grace of Christ [God] our [the] Savior | | | | | | | |
d149 | Mercy, O thou Son of David | | | | | | | |
d150 | Methinks the last great day is come | | | | | | | |
d151 | 'Mong all the priests of Jewish race | | | | | | | |
d152 | More than ten years have rolled away | | | | | | | |
d153 | My Captain sounds the alarm of war | | | | | | | |
d154 | My Christ is my [a] friend, To Him I attend | | | | | | | |
d155 | My days, my [and] weeks, my [and] months, my [and] years | | | | | | | |
d156 | My soul doth magnify the Lord, My spirit doth | | | | | | | |
d157 | My thoughts, that oft ascend [often mount] the skies | | | | | | | |
d158 | Nations attend, let every mortal hear | | | | | | | |
d159 | Never does truth more shine | | | | | | | |
d160 | No, I shall envy them no more | | | | | | | |
d161 | No man, nor angel, can compare With our all glorious God | | | | | | | |
d162 | Not all the blood of beast [beasts], On Jewish altars | | | | | | | |
d163 | Not the malicious or [nor] [and] profane | | | | | | | |
d164 | Not with our mortal eyes have we beheld the Lord | | | | | | | |
d165 | Now far above these [the] starry skies | | | | | | | |
d166 | Now from the garden to [of] the cross | | | | | | | |
d167 | Now in a song of grateful praise [love] | | | | | | | |
d168 | Now the Savior stands [standeth] [standing] a-pleading [and pleading] | | | | | | | |
d169 | Now to the pilgrims born of God | | | | | | | |
d170 | Now we are met in holy fear to hear the happy | | | | | | | |
d171 | Now whilst I try my heart | | | | | | | |
d172 | O am I born to die | | | | | | | |
d173 | O blessed souls are they | | | | | | | |
d174 | O for a glance of heavenly day | | | | | | | |
d175 | O God, my heart with love inflame | | | | | | | |
d176 | O God, whose favorable eye | | | | | | | |
d177 | O how I love thy holy law | | | | | | | |
d178 | O how sweet it is to me | | | | | | | |
d179 | O is the king of terrors come | | | | | | | |
d180 | O Jesus, my Savior, to Thee I submit | | | | | | | |
d181 | O Lord, how dangerous is the place | | | | | | | |
d182 | O Lord, I pray that thou wilt show | | | | | | | |
d183 | O sinners, fly to Jesus' arms | | | | | | | |
d184 | O tell me no more of this [the] world's vain [vain world's] store | | | | | | | |
d185 | O that the Lord would guide my [our] ways | | | | | | | |
d186 | O thou who stoopedst from realms of light | | | | | | | |
d187 | O what a burdened soul I be | | | | | | | |
d188 | O what a cruel wretch am I to leave my Jesus so | | | | | | | |
d189 | O what a hardened wretch am I | | | | | | | |
d190 | O what a state my soul is in | | | | | | | |
d191 | O what a wretched sinner, Lord | | | | | | | |
d192 | O when shall I [we] see Jesus and dwell [reign] with Him above | | | | | | | |
d193 | O with what pleasure we behold | | | | | | | |
d194 | O wretched soul, I now begin | | | | | | | |
d195 | O ye blood washed, ransomed sinners | | | | | | | |
d196 | O ye immortal throng Of angels round the throne | | | | | | | |
d197 | O'er the [those] gloomy hills of darkness | | | | | | | |
d198 | On a sweet summer's evening, as I walked the street | | | | | | | |
d199 | On Zion, his own holy mount, God will a feast prepare | | | | | | | |
d200 | Once more, dear brethren, join to sing | | | | | | | |