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d1 | A poor wayfaring man of grief Hath often crossed | | | | | | | |
d2 | Ah how empty how fleeting | | | | | | | |
d3 | Ah why this disconsolate frame | | | | | | | |
d4 | All hail, thou lengthener of my days | | | | | | | |
d5 | And dost thou say, ask what thou wilt | | | | | | | |
d6 | And must thou die, my darling boy | | | | | | | |
d7 | And shall I, Lord, the cup decline | | | | | | | |
d8 | And wilt thou hear the fevered heart | | | | | | | |
d9 | Are nature's charms all hidden | | | | | | | |
d10 | Around Bethesda's healing wave | | | | | | | |
d11 | Art thou a pilgrim, and alone | | | | | | | |
d12 | As oft, with worn and weary feet | | | | | | | |
d13 | As, panting in the sultry beam | | | | | | | |
d14 | Ask, and ye shall receive, This promise | | | | | | | |
d15 | At evening time, let there be light | | | | | | | |
d16 | Before thy footstool kneeling | | | | | | | |
d17 | Behold how short a span | | | | | | | |
d18 | Behold the great physician stands | | | | | | | |
d19 | Birds have their quiet nest, foxes their holes | | | | | | | |
d20 | Broken hearted, weep no more | | | | | | | |
d21 | Cease here longer to detain me | | | | | | | |
d22 | Chamber of sickness, much to thee I owe | | | | | | | |
d23 | Change is written everywhere | | | | | | | |
d24 | Child of man, whose seed below | | | | | | | |
d25 | Come, let us join our friends above, who [that] have obtained the prize | | | | | | | |
d26 | Come, my fond fluttering heart, Come struggle to [you must now] be free | | | | | | | |
d27 | Come to Calvary's holy mountain, Sinners ruined by the fall | | | | | | | |
d28 | Come who will, the voice from heaven | | | | | | | |
d29 | Deathless spirit [principle], now arise [come arise] | | | | | | | |
d30 | Diseased in body, mind, and soul | | | | | | | |
d31 | Earth is the spirit's rayless cell | | | | | | | |
d32 | End of faith and its foundation | | | | | | | |
d33 | Eternity, Eternity, how vast | | | | | | | |
d34 | Ever patient, gentle, meek | | | | | | | |
d35 | Father, by thy love and power | | | | | | | |
d36 | Father, if thou willing be | | | | | | | |
d37 | Father, Son, and Holy Ghost, One in three | | | | | | | |
d38 | For what shall I praise thee | | | | | | | |
d39 | Fountain of grace, rich, full, and free | | | | | | | |
d40 | Fountain of light [life] and living breath | | | | | | | |
d41 | From every stormy wind [sense] that blows | | | | | | | |
d42 | From the depths of grief and fear | | | | | | | |
d43 | From the recesses of a lowly spirit | | | | | | | |
d44 | Full of trembling expectation | | | | | | | |
d45 | Gentle stranger, fearless come | | | | | | | |
d46 | Give me the voice of mirth | | | | | | | |
d47 | Glory to the righteous God | | | | | | | |
d48 | Go and tell Jesus when thy heart is glad | | | | | | | |
d49 | Go in faith, serene dismission | | | | | | | |
d50 | Go to dark [sad] Gethsemane | | | | | | | |
d51 | God of my life, thy boundless grace | | | | | | | |
d52 | Great God, what do I [we] see and hear | | | | | | | |
d53 | Haste, my spirit, fly away | | | | | | | |
d54 | He sendeth sun, he sendeth shower | | | | | | | |
d55 | He that from dross would win the precious ore | | | | | | | |
d56 | Heal us, Immanuel, here we are [stand] | | | | | | | |
d57 | Her home is far, O, far away | | | | | | | |
d58 | Holy Savior friend unseen | | | | | | | |
d59 | How blest the righteous when he dies | | | | | | | |
d60 | How frail are these bodies of clay | | | | | | | |
d61 | How happy the sorrowful man | | | | | | | |
d62 | How heavily the path of life | | | | | | | |
d63 | How oft, upon my feverish bed | | | | | | | |
d64 | How sweet the name of Jesus sounds | | | | | | | |
d65 | How sweet to be allowed to pray | | | | | | | |
d66 | How sweetly flowed the gospel's sound | | | | | | | |
d67 | I cannot always trace the way, Where thou | | | | | | | |
d68 | I cannot call affliction sweet | | | | | | | |
d69 | I have been to a land, a border-land | | | | | | | |
d70 | I hear the bells, I see them go | | | | | | | |
d71 | I hear thee speak of the better land | | | | | | | |
d72 | I would disclose my whole complaint | | | | | | | |
d73 | I would not live alway, live always below | | | | | | | |
d74 | If all our hopes and all our fears | | | | | | | |
d75 | If Christ is mine, then all is mine | | | | | | | |
d76 | I'm weary of straying [sighing] O fain would [when shall] I rest | | | | | | | |
d77 | In health, O Lord, and prosperous days | | | | | | | |
d78 | In the dust I'm doomed to sleep | | | | | | | |
d79 | In the hour of my distress | | | | | | | |
d80 | In the mid silence of the voiceless night | | | | | | | |
d81 | Is thy path lonely, fear it not | | | | | | | |
d82 | Jesus great Healer of mankind | | | | | | | |
d83 | Jesus lives, my life, my joy | | | | | | | |
d84 | Jesus, Lover [Savior] of my soul, Let me to thy bosom [refuge] fly | | | | | | | |
d85 | Jesus saved the dying thief | | | | | | | |
d86 | Joyful words, we meet again | | | | | | | |
d87 | Just as I am, without one plea, But [Save] that thy blood | | | | | | | |
d88 | Just as thou art, without one trace Of love or joy | | | | | | | |
d89 | Know, my soul, thy full salvation | | | | | | | |
d90 | Lie down in peace to take thy rest | | | | | | | |
d91 | Life nor death shall dissever | | | | | | | |
d92 | Lone amidst the dead and dying | | | | | | | |
d93 | Long plunged in sorrow I resign | | | | | | | |
d94 | Lord, and what shall this man do | | | | | | | |
d95 | Lord God of my salvation, To thee, to Thee | | | | | | | |
d96 | Lord, how often have I read | | | | | | | |
d97 | Lord, I would thank thee if thine hand | | | | | | | |
d98 | Lord of earth, thy forming [beauteous] [mighty] hand | | | | | | | |
d99 | Morn is the time to think | | | | | | | |
d100 | Mourner in Zion, do not weep | | | | | | | |