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A76 | When strangers stand and hear me tell | | | | | | | |
A77 | Now in the [thy] galleries of his grace | | | | | | | |
A78 | Who is this fair one in distress | | | | | | | |
A79 | God of the morning, at whose [thy] voice | | | | | | | |
A80 | Thus far the Lord hath [has] led me on | | | | | | | |
A81 | My God, how endless [lasting] is thy love | | | | | | | |
A82 | Shall the vile race of flesh and blood | | | | | | | |
A83 | Not from the dust affliction grows | | | | | | | |
A84 | Jehovah speaks, let Isr'l hear | | | | | | | |
A85 | The Lord on high proclaims His Godhead | | | | | | | |
A86 | How should the sons of Adam's race | | | | | | | |
A87 | Thus saith [speaks] the high and lofty One | | | | | | | |
A88 | Life is the time to serve the Lord | | | | | | | |
A89 | Ye sons of Adam, vain and young | | | | | | | |
A90 | Lo the young tribes of Adam rise | | | | | | | |
A91 | Now in the heat [flush] of youthful blood | | | | | | | |
A92 | Shall wisdom cry aloud | | | | | | | |
A93 | Thus saith the wisdom of the Lord | | | | | | | |
A94 | Vain are the hopes the [that] sons of men | | | | | | | |
A95 | Not all the outward forms on earth, Nor rites that God hath given | | | | | | | |
A96 | But few among the carnal wise | | | | | | | |
A97 | Buried in [the] shadows of the night | | | | | | | |
A98 | How heavy is the night | | | | | | | |
A99 | Vain are the hopes that rebels place | | | | | | | |
A100 | Not to condemn the sons of men did Christ the son | | | | | | | |
A101 | Who can describe the joys that rise | | | | | | | |
A102 | Blest are the humble souls that [who] see | | | | | | | |
A103 | I'm not ashamed to own my [the] Lord | | | | | | | |
A104 | Not the malicious or [nor] [and] profane | | | | | | | |
A105 | Nor eye hath seen nor ear hath heard | | | | | | | |
A106 | Shall we go on to sin | | | | | | | |
A107 | Deceived by subtle snares of hell [I fell] | | | | | | | |
A108 | Not with our mortal eyes have we beheld the Lord | | | | | | | |
A109 | No more, my God, I boast no more, Of all the duties I have done | | | | | | | |
A110 | There is a house not made with [by] hands, Eternal | | | | | | | |
A111 | Lord, we confess our numerous faults | | | | | | | |
A112 | So did the Hebrew prophet raise | | | | | | | |
A113 | How large the promise, how divine | | | | | | | |
A114 | Gentiles by nature, we belong | | | | | | | |
A115 | Lord, how secure my conscience was [lay] | | | | | | | |
A116 | Thus saith the first, the [and] great command | | | | | | | |
A117 | Behold the potter and the clay | | | | | | | |
A118 | The law by Moses came | | | | | | | |
A119 | Christ and his [the] cross is [are] all our [my] theme | | | | | | | |
A120 | Faith is the brightest evidence | | | | | | | |
A121 | Thus saith the mercy [promise] of the Lord | | | | | | | |
A122 | Do we not know that solemn word | | | | | | | |
A123 | Behold the wretch whose lust and wine | | | | | | | |
A124 | Deep in the dust before thy throne | | | | | | | |
A125 | With joy we meditate the [thy] grace | | | | | | | |
A126 | Not different food nor different dress, Compose the kindgom of our Lord | | | | | | | |
A127 | Come hither, all ye [you] weary souls | | | | | | | |
A128 | Go preach my gospel, saith the [my] Lord | | | | | | | |
A129 | Saints at your heavenly Father's word | | | | | | | |
A130 | Now by the bowels [mercies] of my [our] God [Lord] | | | | | | | |
A131 | Behold how sinners disagree | | | | | | | |
A132 | So let our lips and lives express | | | | | | | |
A133 | Let Pharisees of high esteem | | | | | | | |
A134 | Had I the tongues of Greeks and Jews | | | | | | | |
A135 | Come dearest Lord, descend and dwell | | | | | | | |
A136 | God is a spirit, just and wise | | | | | | | |
A137 | Now to the power of God Supreme | | | | | | | |
A138 | Firm as the earth thy [the] gospel stands | | | | | | | |
A139 | How oft have [hath] sin and Satan [nature] strove [striven] | | | | | | | |
A140 | Mistaken souls, that [who] dream of heaven | | | | | | | |
A141 | Who has believed thy Word | | | | | | | |
A142 | Like sheep we went astray | | | | | | | |
A143 | So new born babes desire the breast | | | | | | | |
A144 | Why should the children of a King | | | | | | | |
A145 | Jesus, in thee our eyes behold | | | | | | | |
A146 | Go, worship at Emmanuel's feet | | | | | | | |
A147 | 'Tis from the treasures of his word | | | | | | | |
A148 | With cheerful voice I [we] sing the titles of my [our] Lord | | | | | | | |
A149 | Join all the names of love and power | | | | | | | |
A150 | Join all the glorious names | | | | | | | |
B1 | Nature with all her powers shall sing | | | | | | | |
B2 | My thoughts on awful subjects roll | | | | | | | |
B3 | Why do we [ye] [you] mourn departing [departed] [for dying] friends | | | | | | | |
B4 | Here at thy cross, my dying God | | | | | | | |
B5 | Lord, when my thoughts with wonder roll | | | | | | | |
B6 | Once more, my soul, the rising day salutes thy waking eyes | | | | | | | |
B7 | Dread Sovereign, let my evening song | | | | | | | |
B8 | Hosanna, with a cheerful sound | | | | | | | |
B9 | Alas, and did my Savior bleed? And did my Sovereign die? | | | | | | | |
B10 | My soul forsakes her [each] vain delight | | | | | | | |
B11 | I send the joys of earth away | | | | | | | |
B12 | The true Messiah now appears | | | | | | | |
B13 | Sing to the Lord, that built the skies | | | | | | | |
B14 | Welcome, sweet day of rest | | | | | | | |
B15 | Far from my [our] thoughts, vain world, be gone | | | | | | | |
B16 | Lord, what a heaven of saving grace | | | | | | | |
B17 | Rise, rise, my soul, and leave the ground | | | | | | | |
B18 | High on a hill [throne] of dazzling light | | | | | | | |
B19 | Let others boast how strong they be [are] | | | | | | | |
B20 | Why is my heart so far from thee | | | | | | | |
B21 | Let the old heathens tune their song | | | | | | | |
B22 | Terrible God, that [who] reigns on high | | | | | | | |
B23 | Descend from heaven, immortal Dove | | | | | | | |
B24 | When the great Builder arched the skies | | | | | | | |
B25 | My drowsy powers, why sleep ye [you] so | | | | | | | |