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H35 | In loud exalted strains | | | | | | | |
H36 | Far from my thoughts, vain world, begone | | | | | | | |
H37 | My opening eyes with rapture see | | | | | | | |
H38 | To thy temple I repair | | | | | | | |
H39 | Almighty Father, bless the word | | | | | | | |
H40 | Lord, dismiss us with thy blessing | | | | | | | |
H41 | Hark! the glad sound, the Saviour comes | | | | | | | |
H42 | Hail, thou long-expected Jesus | | | | | | | |
H43 | While shepherds watch'd their flocks by night | | | | | | | |
H44 | While angels thus, O Lord, rejoice | | | | | | | |
H45 | Hark! the herald angels sing | | | | | | | |
H46 | Sion, the marvellous story be telling | | | | | | | |
H47 | The race that long in darkness pined | | | | | | | |
H48 | Time hastens on; ye longing saints | | | | | | | |
H49 | See, in the vineyard of the Lord | | | | | | | |
H50 | The God of life, whose constant care | | | | | | | |
H51 | As o'er the past my memory strays | | | | | | | |
H52 | How beauteous are their feet | | | | | | | |
H53 | Rise, crown'd with light, imperial Salem, rise | | | | | | | |
H54 | Hail to the Lord's Anointed | | | | | | | |
H55 | O'er mountain tops the mount of God | | | | | | | |
H56 | Saviour, when in dust, to thee | | | | | | | |
H57 | My God, permit me not to be | | | | | | | |
H58 | Alas, what hourly dangers rise | | | | | | | |
H59 | How oft, alas! this wretched heart | | | | | | | |
H60 | O thou, to whose all searching sight | | | | | | | |
H61 | Who is this that comes from Edom | | | | | | | |
H62 | When I survey the wondrous cross | | | | | | | |
H63 | Behold the Savior of mankind | | | | | | | |
H64 | My Saviour hanging on the tree | | | | | | | |
H65 | From whence these direful omens round | | | | | | | |
H66 | 'Tis finished; so the Saviour cried | | | | | | | |
H67 | High on the bending willows hung | | | | | | | |
H68 | Since Christ, our Passover, is slain | | | | | | | |
H69 | Christ the Lord is risen to-day | | | | | | | |
H70 | Ye faithful souls who Jesus know | | | | | | | |
H71 | Christ from the dead is raised, and made | | | | | | | |
H72 | He dies, the Friend of sinners dies | | | | | | | |
H73 | Our Lord is risen from the dead | | | | | | | |
H74 | Come Holy Ghost, Creator, come | | | | | | | |
H75 | Come, Holy Spirit, heavenly Dove | | | | | | | |
H76 | He's come, let every knee be bent | | | | | | | |
H77 | O holy, holy, holy, Lord | | | | | | | |
H78 | Father of all, whose love profound | | | | | | | |
H79 | We give immortal praise | | | | | | | |
H80 | Almighty Lord, before thy throne | | | | | | | |
H81 | Dread Jehovah, God of nations | | | | | | | |
H82 | Now may the God of grace and power | | | | | | | |
H83.I | Praise to God, immortal praise | | | | | | | |
H83.II | Yet, should rising whirlwinds tear | | | | | | | |
H84 | Fountain of mercy, God of love | | | | | | | |
H85 | Salvation doth to God belong | | | | | | | |
H86 | Saviour, who thy flock art feeding | | | | | | | |
H87 | The gentle Saviour calls | | | | | | | |
H88 | Soldiers of Christ arise | | | | | | | |
H89 | O happy day, that stays my choice | | | | | | | |
H90 | Witness, ye men and angels; now | | | | | | | |
H91 | Youth, when devoted to the Lord | | | | | | | |
H92 | O, in the morn of life, when youth | | | | | | | |
H93 | Thou God, all glory, honor, power | | | | | | | |
H94 | My God, and is thy table spread | | | | | | | |
H95 | And are we now brought near to God | | | | | | | |
H96 | To Jesus, our exalted Lord | | | | | | | |
H97 | Go forth, ye heralds, in My Name | | | | | | | |
H98 | "Go, preach my Gospel," saith the Lord | | | | | | | |
H99 | The Saviour, when to heaven he rose | | | | | | | |
H100 | Father of mercies, bow thine ear | | | | | | | |
H101 | And wilt thou, O Eternal God | | | | | | | |
H102 | Jesus shall reign where'er the sun | | | | | | | |
H103 | From all that dwell below the skies | | | | | | | |
H104 | O Spirit of the living God | | | | | | | |
H105 | When, Lord, to this our western land | | | | | | | |
H106 | On Sion, and on Lebanon | | | | | | | |
H107 | From Greenland's icy mountains | | | | | | | |
H108 | Disowned of heav'n, by man opprest | | | | | | | |
H109 | How wondrous and great | | | | | | | |
H110 | Come let our voices join | | | | | | | |
H111 | Glory to the Father give | | | | | | | |
H112 | When Jesus left his heavenly throne | | | | | | | |
H113 | Lord, how delightful 'tis to see | | | | | | | |
H114 | Mercy, descending from above | | | | | | | |
H115 | Blest is the man whose softening heart | | | | | | | |
H116 | Rich are the joys which cannot die | | | | | | | |
H117 | Lord of life, all praise excelling | | | | | | | |
H118 | God of the seas, thine awful voice | | | | | | | |
H119 | When through the torn sail the wild tempest is streaming | | | | | | | |
H120 | Lord, for the just thou dost provide | | | | | | | |
H121 | When dangers, woes, or death are nigh | | | | | | | |
H122 | When we are raised from deep distress | | | | | | | |
H123 | My God, since thou hast raised me up | | | | | | | |
H124 | Hear what the voice from heaven declares | | | | | | | |
H125 | When those we love are snatch'd away | | | | | | | |
H126 | How short the race our friend has run | | | | | | | |
H127 | As the sweet flower that scents the morn | | | | | | | |
H128 | Sinners, turn, why will ye die? | | | | | | | |
H129 | Hasten, sinner, to be wise | | | | | | | |
H130 | Peace, troubled soul, whose plaintive moan | | | | | | | |
H131 | The Spirit, in our hearts | | | | | | | |
H132 | Ye humble souls, approach your God | | | | | | | |
H133 | Approach, my soul, the mercy-seat | | | | | | | |