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Editor: T. Hastings, W. B. Bradbury
Publisher: Mark H. Newman & Co., New York, N.Y., 1851
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d201Prayer may be sweet in cottage homes
d202Rejoice in the Lord, believe in his word
d203Return, my [each] roving heart, return
d204Rock of Ages, cleft for me, Let me hide myself in Thee
d205Roll on, thou mighty ocean, And as thy billows
d206Say, sinner, hath a voice within
d207Show pity Lord, O Lord, forgive
d208Sing, all ye ransomed of the Lord
d209Sinner [sinners], will you [ye] scorn [slight] the message
d210So fades the lovely, blooming flower [flowers]
d211Soldiers of Christ, arise, and put [gird] your armor
d212Soon may [shall] the last glad song arise
d213Sovereign of worlds, display thy power
d214Spirit of peace, celestial dove
d215Sure the blest Comforter is nigh
d216Sweet is the prayer, whose holy stream
d217Sweet is the work, O Lord, Thy glorious name to sing
d218Sweet peace of conscience, heavenly guest
d219Teach me the measure of my days
d220The fast declining day
d221The God of love will sure indulge
d222The grave in which Jesus was laid
d223The happy morn is come, Triumphant o'er the grave
d224The hill of Zion yields a thousand sacred sweets
d225The Lord himself, the mighty Lord
d226The Lord is my Shepherd, his kindness I know
d227The Lord is my Shepherd, no want shall I know
d228The Lord Jehovah lives, And blessed be my rock
d229The Lord my Shepherd is, I shall be well supplied
d230The morning light is breaking; the darkness disappears
d231The pity of the Lord
d232The Prince of salvation in triumph is riding
d233The spacious firmament on high
d234There is a land of pure delight, Where saints immortal reign
d235There is a region lovelier far Than sages tell or poets sing
d236There is a stream whose gentle flow
d237There is an hour of peaceful rest
d238There's not a tint that paints the rose
d239They who toil upon the deep
d240This God is the God we adore
d241This is the word of truth and love
d242Thou great Instructor, lest I stray
d243Thou lovely Source of true delight
d244Thou whom my soul admires above
d245Though I walk through the gloomy vale
d246Though now the nations sit beneath
d247Through all the changing scenes of life, In trouble
d248Thus far the Lord hath [has] led me on
d249'Tis by the faith of joys to come
d250To Jesus, the crown of my [our] hope
d251To thee, before the dawning light
d252To thy pastures fair and large
d253To whom, my Savior, shall I go
d254Upheld by God's almighty arm
d255Wait, O my soul, thy [the] Maker's will
d256Watchman, tell us of the night
d257Welcome, delightful morn, Thou [Sweet] day of sacred rest
d258Welcome, sweet day of rest
d259What equal honors shall we bring
d260What is life, 'tis but [all] a vapor
d261When all thy [your] mercies, O my [our] God [gracious Lord]
d262When blooming youth is [are] snatched [called] away
d263When I can read my title clear
d264When overwhelmed with grief
d265When sins and fears prevailing rise
d266When the calmness of evening lulls nature to rest
d267When thickly beat the storms of life
d268When verdure clothes [robes] the fertile vale
d269While my Redeemer's near
d270Who are these [those] in bright [fair] array
d271Why should gloomy thoughts arise
d272Why should the children of a King
d273Why sinks my soul desponding
d274Why that look of sadness
d275Why will ye [you] waste on trifling cares
d276With earnest longings of the mind
d277With joy we meditate the [thy] grace
d278Wretched, helpless, and distressed
d279Ye angels, who stand round the throne
d280Ye humble souls, approach your God
d281Ye messengers of Christ [God]
d282Yes, the Redeemer rose [lives]; The Savior left the dead
d283Your harps, ye [you] trembling [mourning] [tearful], saints
d284Zion, awake, thy strength renew

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