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d301 | Now let us raise our cheerful strains | | | | | | | |
d302 | Now, Lord, inspire the preacher's heart | | | | | | | |
d303 | Now once day more of life is gone | | | | | | | |
d304 | Now to the Lord a noble [joyful] song | | | | | | | |
d305 | Now, to this place I'm come today | | | | | | | |
d306 | Now we are met in holy fear to hear the happy saints | | | | | | | |
d307 | Now while the gospel net is cast | | | | | | | |
d308 | O for a closer walk with God | | | | | | | |
d309 | O for a glance of heavenly day | | | | | | | |
d310 | O for a thousand tongues to sing my great [dear] Redeemer's praise | | | | | | | |
d311 | O give me, Lord, my sins to mourn | | | | | | | |
d312 | O glorious hope of perfect [heavenly] love | | | | | | | |
d313 | O happy time, long waited for, The comfort of my heart | | | | | | | |
d314 | O how I have longed for the coming [presence] of God [the Lord] | | | | | | | |
d315 | O how shall I myself assure | | | | | | | |
d316 | O if my soul was [were] formed for woe | | | | | | | |
d317 | O Jesus, my Savior, to Thee I submit | | | | | | | |
d318 | O Lord of hosts, my God and King | | | | | | | |
d319 | O may I worthy prove to see The saints in full prosperity | | | | | | | |
d320 | O my God, and hast thou sent | | | | | | | |
d321 | O sinners, fly to Jesus' arms | | | | | | | |
d322 | O tell me no more of this [the] world's vain [vain world's] store | | | | | | | |
d323 | O that I had a bosom friend | | | | | | | |
d324 | O that I knew the secret place | | | | | | | |
d325 | O thou God of my salvation | | | | | | | |
d326 | O thou great Source of light and love | | | | | | | |
d327 | O thou in whose presence my soul takes delight | | | | | | | |
d328 | O when shall I [we] see Jesus and dwell [reign] with Him above | | | | | | | |
d329 | O [When] thou my righteous Judge shall [shalt] come | | | | | | | |
d330 | O ye immortal throng Of angels round the throne | | | | | | | |
d331 | O'er the [those] gloomy hills of darkness | | | | | | | |
d332 | Of all the joys we mortals [which creatures] know | | | | | | | |
d333 | Of him who did salvation bring I could for ever think and sing | | | | | | | |
d334 | On Jordan's stormy [rugged] banks I stand, And cast a wishful eye | | | | | | | |
d335 | On the mountain [mountain's] top appearing | | | | | | | |
d336 | On wings of faith, mount up, my soul, and rise | | | | | | | |
d337 | Once in this world I wandered forth | | | | | | | |
d338 | Once more before we part, O [we'll] bless the Savior's [Redeemer's] name | | | | | | | |
d339 | Once more, my soul, the rising day salutes thy waking eyes | | | | | | | |
d340 | Once more we bow before our God; Once more his blessing we ask | | | | | | | |
d341 | One spark, O God, of heavenly fire | | | | | | | |
d342 | ôTis finished, so the Savior cried, and meekly | | | | | | | |
d343 | Our Lord is risen from the dead, Our Jesus [Savior] is gone | | | | | | | |
d344 | Our Savior alone, the Lord let us bless | | | | | | | |
d345 | Our spirits join to adore [praise] the Lamb | | | | | | | |
d346 | Plunged in a [the] gulf of dark [deep] despair | | | | | | | |
d347 | Poor sinners, little do they think | | | | | | | |
d348 | Poor, weak, and worthless though I am | | | | | | | |
d349 | Prayer is [was] appointed to convey | | | | | | | |
d350 | Precious Bible, what a treasure | | | | | | | |
d351 | Proud Babylon yet waits her doom, nor can her | | | | | | | |
d352 | Quite weary near to faint | | | | | | | |
d353 | Raise your triumphant songs | | | | | | | |
d354 | Rejoice, my friends, the Lord is King | | | | | | | |
d355 | Religion is the chief concern | | | | | | | |
d356 | Remember now, my children dear | | | | | | | |
d357 | Remember, sinful youth, you must die | | | | | | | |
d358 | Renewed by grace, we love the word | | | | | | | |
d359 | Repent, the voice celestial cries | | | | | | | |
d360 | Repent, ye sons of men, repent | | | | | | | |
d361 | Repentance is a gift bestowed | | | | | | | |
d362 | Rise, my soul, and stretch thy wings | | | | | | | |
d363 | Rise, rise, my soul, and leave the ground | | | | | | | |
d364 | Salem's bright King Jesus by name | | | | | | | |
d365 | Salvation O melodious sound | | | | | | | |
d366 | Salvation, O the joyful sound | | | | | | | |
d367 | Salvation what a glorious plan | | | | | | | |
d368 | Save me O God the swelling flood | | | | | | | |
d369 | Saved by grace I live to tell | | | | | | | |
d370 | Savior, I do feel Thy merit, sprinkled with redeeming blood | | | | | | | |
d371 | Savior of men and Lord of love | | | | | | | |
d372 | Savior, visit Thy [our] plantation, grant us Lord, a gracious rain | | | | | | | |
d373 | Saw ye [you] my Savior, saw ye [you] my Savior | | | | | | | |
d374 | See the fountain opened wide | | | | | | | |
d375 | Self righteous souls on works rely | | | | | | | |
d376 | Shepherds, rejoice, lift up your eyes | | | | | | | |
d377 | Show pity Lord, O Lord, forgive | | | | | | | |
d378 | Sinner, art thou [are you] still secure [sincere] | | | | | | | |
d379 | Sinner [sinners], hear the [thy] Savior's call | | | | | | | |
d380 | Sinner, that slumberest on the brink | | | | | | | |
d381 | Sinners, lift up your hearts | | | | | | | |
d382 | Sinners, obey the gospel word | | | | | | | |
d383 | So fair a face bedewed with tears | | | | | | | |
d384 | So let our lips and lives express | | | | | | | |
d385 | Sovereign grace has [hath] power alone | | | | | | | |
d386 | Stay, thou insulted [long suffering] Spirit | | | | | | | |
d387 | Still out of the deepest abyss | | | | | | | |
d388 | Stoop down, my thoughts, that [which] used [use] to rise | | | | | | | |
d389 | Stop, poor sinner [sinners], stop and think | | | | | | | |
d390 | Strange and mysterious is my life | | | | | | | |
d391 | Strange that so much of heaven and hell | | | | | | | |
d392 | Stretched on the cross the Savior dies [died] | | | | | | | |
d393 | Sweet rivers of redeeming love | | | | | | | |
d394 | Sweet the moments, rich in blessing | | | | | | | |
d395 | Sweet was the time when first I felt | | | | | | | |
d396 | Teach me the measure of my days | | | | | | | |
d397 | Thanks for mercies past, receive pardon | | | | | | | |
d398 | That awful day will surely come | | | | | | | |
d399 | That glorious day is drawing nigh | | | | | | | |
d400 | The day is past and gone, the evening shades appear | | | | | | | |