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d201 | O tell me, strangers, ere ye go | | | | | | | |
d202 | O that I knew the secret place | | | | | | | |
d203 | O that I was [were] as heretofore | | | | | | | |
d204 | O that my load of sin were [was] gone | | | | | | | |
d205 | O that the Comforter would come | | | | | | | |
d206 | O thou God of my salvation | | | | | | | |
d207 | O thou in whose presence my soul takes delight | | | | | | | |
d208 | O thou who all things canst control | | | | | | | |
d209 | O thou who diest the mourner's tear | | | | | | | |
d210 | O Thou, whose tender mercy hears | | | | | | | |
d211 | O turn ye [you], O turn ye [you], for why will ye [you] die | | | | | | | |
d212 | O weep not for the joys that fade, Like evening lights away | | | | | | | |
d213 | O what amazing words of grace Are in the gospel found | | | | | | | |
d214 | O when shall I [we] see Jesus and dwell [reign] with Him above | | | | | | | |
d215 | O where shall rest be found | | | | | | | |
d216 | O why did my Savior leave | | | | | | | |
d217 | O why this disconsolate frame | | | | | | | |
d218 | Of all the joys we mortals [which creatures] know | | | | | | | |
d219 | Oft as the bell, with solemn toll, Speaks the departure of a soul | | | | | | | |
d220 | On Jordan's stormy [rugged] banks I stand, And cast a wishful eye | | | | | | | |
d221 | Once I thought my mountain strong | | | | | | | |
d222 | One evening, pensive as I lay | | | | | | | |
d223 | One there is above all others, well [who] deserves | | | | | | | |
d224 | Our bondage here [it] shall [will] end by and by | | | | | | | |
d225 | Our Captain leads us on | | | | | | | |
d226 | Our Father in heaven, though feeble our lays | | | | | | | |
d227 | Our Father in heaven we hallow thy name | | | | | | | |
d228 | Our souls by [in] love together knit [drawn] [joined] | | | | | | | |
d229 | Our tongues were made to bless the Lord | | | | | | | |
d230 | Pensive, doubting, fearful heart | | | | | | | |
d231 | Pilgrim, burdened with thy sin, Haste to Zion's | | | | | | | |
d232 | Poor and needy though I be | | | | | | | |
d233 | Poor sighing heart, dismiss thy fear | | | | | | | |
d234 | Poor, wildered, weeping heart | | | | | | | |
d235 | Prostrate dear Jesus at thy feet | | | | | | | |
d236 | Quench not the spirit of the Lord | | | | | | | |
d237 | Rejoice, my friends, the Lord is King | | | | | | | |
d238 | Religion is a glorious treasure | | | | | | | |
d239 | Remember thy Creator | | | | | | | |
d240 | Return, poor wanderer, return | | | | | | | |
d241 | Rise, my soul, and stretch thy wings | | | | | | | |
d242 | Salvation, O the joyful sound | | | | | | | |
d243 | Savior, Prince, enthroned above | | | | | | | |
d244 | Savior, source of every blessing, tune my heart to grateful lays | | | | | | | |
d245 | Savior, visit Thy [our] plantation, grant us Lord, a gracious rain | | | | | | | |
d246 | Seek, my soul, the narrow gate | | | | | | | |
d247 | Shed not a tear, o'er your friend's early bier | | | | | | | |
d248 | Show pity Lord, O Lord, forgive | | | | | | | |
d249 | Sinner, rouse thee from thy sleep | | | | | | | |
d250 | Sinner [sinners], hath a voice within | | | | | | | |
d251 | Sinner [sinners], hear the [thy] Savior's call | | | | | | | |
d252 | Sinner [sinners], O why so thoughtless grown | | | | | | | |
d253 | Sinner [sinners] turn, why will ye [you] die | | | | | | | |
d254 | Sinner [sinners], we are sent to bid you | | | | | | | |
d255 | Sinner [sinners], will you [ye] scorn [slight] the message | | | | | | | |
d256 | Sinners, this solemn truth regard | | | | | | | |
d257 | Sister, thou wast [wert] mild and lovely | | | | | | | |
d258 | Soldiers of the cross, arise, lo, your Captain | | | | | | | |
d259 | Sometimes a light surprises | | | | | | | |
d260 | Spirit, leave thine [thy] [the] house of clay | | | | | | | |
d261 | Stay, thou insulted [long suffering] Spirit | | | | | | | |
d262 | Stop, poor sinner [sinners], stop and think | | | | | | | |
d263 | Sweet glories rush [burst] upon my sight | | | | | | | |
d264 | Sweet rivers of redeeming love | | | | | | | |
d265 | Sweet the moments, rich in blessing | | | | | | | |
d266 | Sweet to rejoice in lively hope | | | | | | | |
d267 | Sweet was the time when first I felt | | | | | | | |
d268 | Ten thousand times ten thousand sang loud anthems round | | | | | | | |
d269 | That awful day will surely come | | | | | | | |
d270 | The chariot, the chariot, its wheels roll [in] fire | | | | | | | |
d271 | The clock has struck, I cannot stay | | | | | | | |
d272 | The God of heaven is pleased to see | | | | | | | |
d273 | The gospel ship has long been sailing | | | | | | | |
d274 | The gospel ship's a gallant ship | | | | | | | |
d275 | The morning light is breaking; the darkness disappears | | | | | | | |
d276 | The [That] day of wrath, that dreadful day, When heaven | | | | | | | |
d277 | The time is short the season near | | | | | | | |
d278 | The voice of free grace cries escape | | | | | | | |
d279 | There is a fountain filled with blood, drawn from Immanuel's vein [veins] | | | | | | | |
d280 | There is a heaven o'er yonder skies | | | | | | | |
d281 | There is a holy city | | | | | | | |
d282 | There is a house not made with [by] hands, Eternal | | | | | | | |
d283 | There is a land above, All beautiful and bright | | | | | | | |
d284 | There is a land of pleasure, Where streams of joy forever roll | | | | | | | |
d285 | There is a path that leads to God, All others go astray | | | | | | | |
d286 | There is a voice of sovereign grace | | | | | | | |
d287 | There is an hour of peaceful rest | | | | | | | |
d288 | There is bliss, there is bliss in the religions above | | | | | | | |
d289 | There's a Friend above all others, well deserves | | | | | | | |
d290 | Think, O ye, who fondly languish, O'er the grave | | | | | | | |
d291 | This day belongs to God alone | | | | | | | |
d292 | This is a precious book indeed | | | | | | | |
d293 | This, this is the God we adore | | | | | | | |
d294 | This world is poor from shore to shore | | | | | | | |
d295 | Thou art gone to the grave but we will not deplore thee | | | | | | | |
d296 | Thou Judge of quick and dead | | | | | | | |
d297 | Thou only Sovereign of my heart | | | | | | | |
d298 | Thou soft [sweet] flowing [gliding] Kedron [Cedron], by thy silver [limpid] stream | | | | | | | |
d299 | Though hard the winds are blowing | | | | | | | |
d300 | Though in the outward, earthly church below | | | | | | | |