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II.82 | Who is this fair one in distress | | | | | | | |
II.83 | Thus far the Lord has led me on | | | | | | | |
II.84 | My God, how endless is thy love! | | | | | | | |
II.85 | Thus saith [speaks] the high and lofty One | | | | | | | |
II.86 | Life is the time to serve the Lord | | | | | | | |
II.87 | Ye sons of Adam, vain and young | | | | | | | |
II.88 | Now in the heat [flush] of youthful blood | | | | | | | |
II.89 | Shall wisdom cry aloud | | | | | | | |
II.90 | Thus saith the wisdom of the Lord | | | | | | | |
II.91 | Buried in [the] shadows of the night | | | | | | | |
II.92 | How heavy is the night | | | | | | | |
II.93 | Vain are the hopes that rebels place | | | | | | | |
II.94 | Who can describe the joys that rise | | | | | | | |
II.95 | Blest are the humble souls that [who] see | | | | | | | |
II.96 | Not the malicious or [nor] [and] profane | | | | | | | |
II.97 | Nor eye hath seen nor ear hath heard | | | | | | | |
II.98 | Shall we go on to sin | | | | | | | |
II.99 | Not with our mortal eyes have we beheld the Lord | | | | | | | |
III.1 | Man in his first creation | | | | | | | |
III.2 | Hark, my soul, it is the Lord | | | | | | | |
III.3 | Through tribulation [tribulations] deep | | | | | | | |
III.4 | O [When] thou my righteous Judge shall [shalt] come | | | | | | | |
III.5 | Lift up your hearts, Emmanuel's friends | | | | | | | |
III.6 | What sound is this salutes mine [my] ear | | | | | | | |
III.7 | Awake, my soul, in [to] joyful [joyous] lays | | | | | | | |
III.8 | Why stand ye here idle, my friends, all the day | | | | | | | |
III.9 | Why should we be affrighted, at pestilence | | | | | | | |
II.100 | No more, my God, I boast no more, Of all the duties I have done | | | | | | | |
II.101 | There is a house not made with [by] hands, Eternal | | | | | | | |
II.102 | Lord, we confess our num'rous faults | | | | | | | |
II.103 | So did the Hebrew prophet raise | | | | | | | |
II.104 | How large the promise, how divine | | | | | | | |
II.105 | Lord, how secure and blest [blessed] are they | | | | | | | |
II.106 | Thus saith the first, the [and] great command | | | | | | | |
II.107 | Behold the wretch whose lust and wine | | | | | | | |
II.108 | With joy we meditate the [thy] grace | | | | | | | |
II.109 | Go preach my gospel, saith the [my] Lord | | | | | | | |
II.110 | Saints at your heavenly Father's word | | | | | | | |
II.111 | Behold how sinners disagree | | | | | | | |
II.112 | So let our lips and lives express | | | | | | | |
II.113 | Had I the tongues of Greeks and Jews | | | | | | | |
II.114 | Come dearest Lord, descend and dwell | | | | | | | |
II.115 | Mistaken souls, that [who] dream of heaven | | | | | | | |
II.116 | Like sheep we went astray | | | | | | | |
II.117 | Why should the children of a King | | | | | | | |
II.118 | Jesus, in thee our eyes behold | | | | | | | |
II.119 | Go worship at Immanuel's feet | | | | | | | |
II.120 | 'Tis from the treasures of his word | | | | | | | |
II.121 | Join all the names of love and power | | | | | | | |
II.123 | Nature with all her powers shall sing | | | | | | | |
II.124 | My thoughts on awful subjects roll | | | | | | | |
II.125 | Why do we [ye] [you] mourn departing [departed] [for dying] friends | | | | | | | |
II.126 | Here at thy cross, my dying God | | | | | | | |
II.127 | Once more, my soul, the rising day salutes thy waking eyes | | | | | | | |
II.128 | Dread Sovereign, let my evening song | | | | | | | |
II.129 | Hosanna, with a cheerful sound | | | | | | | |
II.130 | My soul forsakes her [each] vain delight | | | | | | | |
II.131 | The true Messiah now appears | | | | | | | |
II.132 | Sing to the Lord, that built the skies | | | | | | | |
II.133 | Welcome, sweet day of rest | | | | | | | |
II.134 | Far from my [our] thoughts, vain world, be gone | | | | | | | |
II.135 | Lord, what a heaven of saving | | | | | | | |
II.136 | Rise, rise, my soul, and leave the ground | | | | | | | |
II.137 | High on a hill [throne] of dazzling light | | | | | | | |
II.138 | Let others boast how strong they be [are] | | | | | | | |
II.139 | Why is my heart so far from thee | | | | | | | |
II.140 | Let the old heathens tune their song | | | | | | | |
II.141 | Terrible God, that [who] reigns on high | | | | | | | |
II.142 | Descend from heav'n immortal Dove | | | | | | | |
II.143 | Stoop down, my thoughts, that [which] used [use] to rise | | | | | | | |
II.144 | Jesus, with all thy saints above | | | | | | | |
II.145 | Come, we [ye] [you] that love the Lord indeed | | | | | | | |
II.146 | Why should we start and fear to die | | | | | | | |
II.147 | How short and hasty is our life | | | | | | | |
II.148 | Come, Holy Spirit, heavenly dove, with all thy quickening powers | | | | | | | |
II.149 | Let them neglect thy [their] glory, Lord | | | | | | | |
II.150 | Lift up your eyes to the heavenly seat | | | | | | | |
II.151 | Happy the heart where graces reign | | | | | | | |
II.152 | My God, what endless pleasures dwell | | | | | | | |
II.153 | Now for a tune [hymn] [song] of lofty praise | | | | | | | |
II.154 | With holy fear, and humble song | | | | | | | |
II.155 | Thy favors, Lord, surprise our souls | | | | | | | |
II.156 | Now to the Lord a noble [joyful] song | | | | | | | |
II.157 | How vain are all things here below | | | | | | | |
II.158 | Death cannot make our souls afraid, If God be with us there | | | | | | | |
II.159 | Bright King of glory, dreadful [mighty] [sovereign] [wondrous] God | | | | | | | |
II.160 | My God, the spring of all my joys | | | | | | | |
II.161 | Thee we adore, eternal name, And humbly | | | | | | | |
II.162 | Lord, how secure my conscience was [lay] | | | | | | | |
II.163 | Time, what an empty [fleeting] vapor 'tis | | | | | | | |
II.164 | My soul, come, meditate the day, And think | | | | | | | |
II.165 | Sing to the Lord, ye heavenly hosts | | | | | | | |
II.166 | Hark, from the tomb [tombs] a doleful [warning] [mournful] sound | | | | | | | |
II.167 | There is a land of pure delight, Where saints immortal reign | | | | | | | |
II.168 | Great God, how infinite art thou | | | | | | | |
II.169 | God of the seas, thy [thine awful] thundering | | | | | | | |
II.170 | Blest morning, whose young dawning rays | | | | | | | |
II.171 | Is this the kind return | | | | | | | |
II.172 | From thee, my [O] God, my [our] joys shall rise | | | | | | | |
II.173 | Hosanna [Hosannas] to the Prince of light | | | | | | | |