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H.CCXXXVI | The promise of my father's love | | | | | | | |
H.CCXXXVII | There is a glorious world on high | | | | | | | |
H.CCXXXVIII | There is a house not made with [by] hands, Eternal | | | | | | | |
H.CCXXXIX | The Savior comes, no outward pomp | | | | | | | |
H.CCXL | These glorious minds [ones], how bright they shine | | | | | | | |
H.CCXLI | The spacious firmament on high | | | | | | | |
H.CCXLII | This do in memory of your Friend | | | | | | | |
H.CCXLIII | Though frightful snares beset me round | | | | | | | |
H.CCXLIV | Thou, Lord, by mortal eyes unseen | | | | | | | |
H.CCXLV | Thou Refuge of my [the] weary soul | | | | | | | |
H.CCXLVI | Thou vain, intruding world depart | | | | | | | |
H.CCXLVII | Thou whom my soul admires above | | | | | | | |
H.CCXLVIII | The uplifted eye and bended knee | | | | | | | |
H.CCXLIX | Thus saith the first, the [and] great command | | | | | | | |
H.CCL | Thus saith [speaks] the high and lofty One | | | | | | | |
H.CCLI | Thus saith the Lord, who built the heavens | | | | | | | |
H.CCLII | Thus saith the mercy [promise] of the Lord | | | | | | | |
H.CCLIII | Thus spake the Savior, when he sent | | | | | | | |
H.CCLIV | Thy wisdom, power and goodness, Lord | | | | | | | |
H.CCLV | 'Tis wisdom's earnest cry | | | | | | | |
H.CCLVI | To God the only wise, our Savior and our King | | | | | | | |
H.CCLVII | To heaven my grateful soul ascends | | | | | | | |
H.CCLVIII | To Jesus our exalted Lord, dear [that] [the] name by heaven and earth adored | | | | | | | |
H.CCLIX | To Jesus, our victorious Lord | | | | | | | |
H.CCLX | 'Twas on that [a] dark, that [and] doleful [awful] [dreary] night [day] | | | | | | | |
H.CCLXI | Vain are the hopes the [that] sons of men | | | | | | | |
H.CCLXII | Unvail [Unveil] thy bosom, faithful tomb | | | | | | | |
H.CCLXIII | Welcome, thou day of rest | | | | | | | |
H.CCLXIV | We sing our Savior's wondrous death | | | | | | | |
H.CCLXV | What cannot resignation do? | | | | | | | |
H.CCLXVI | When all thy [your] mercies, O my [our] God [gracious Lord] | | | | | | | |
H.CCLXVII | When pale with sickness oft has thou | | | | | | | |
H.CCLXVIII | When verdure clothes [robes] the fertile vale | | | | | | | |
H.CCLXIX | Whence do our mournful thoughts arise | | | | | | | |
H.CCLXX | When death appears before my [our] sight | | | | | | | |
H.CCLXXI | When doubts and fears prevailing rise | | | | | | | |
H.CCLXXII | When fainting in the sultry waste | | | | | | | |
H.CCLXXIII | When I review the crooked [devious] ways | | | | | | | |
H.CCLXXIV | When I survey the wondrous cross | | | | | | | |
H.CCLXXV | When sin and sorrow, fear and pain | | | | | | | |
H.CCLXXVI | When sinners quit their wicked ways | | | | | | | |
H.CCLXXVII | When the blest Comforter is nigh | | | | | | | |
H.CCLXXVIII | When true religion gains a place | | | | | | | |
H.CCLXXIX | When wild confusion wrecks the air [world] | | | | | | | |
H.CCLXXX | Where shall the tribes of Adam find | | | | | | | |
H.CCLXXXI | Wherewith shall guilty man appear | | | | | | | |
H.CCLXXXII | Whilst shepherds watched their flocks by night | | | | | | | |
H.CCLXXXIII | Whilst some in folly's pleasure roll | | | | | | | |
H.CCLXXXIV | Whilst thee I seek, protecting power | | | | | | | |
H.CCLXXXV | Who, from the shades of gloomy night [gloomy shades of night] | | | | | | | |
H.CCLXXXVI | Who shall the Lord's elect condemn | | | | | | | |
H.CCLXXXVII | Why do we [ye] [you] mourn departing [departed] [for dying] friends | | | | | | | |
H.CCLXXXVIII | Why should the world's alluring toys | | | | | | | |
H.CCLXXXIX | With cheerful voices rise and sing | | | | | | | |
H.CCXC | With deep contrition, grief and shame | | | | | | | |
H.CCXCI | With flowing eyes and bleeding hearts | | | | | | | |
H.CCXCII | With joy we meditate the [thy] grace | | | | | | | |
H.CCXCIII | With restless agitations tossed [tost] | | | | | | | |
H.CCXCIV | With wonder, Lord, our souls proclaim | | | | | | | |
H.CCXCV | Ye golden lamps of heaven, farewell [adieu] | | | | | | | |
H.CCXCVI | Ye humble souls, approach your God | | | | | | | |
H.CCXCVII | Ye humble souls complain no more | | | | | | | |
H.CCXCVIII | Ye thirsty souls, approach the spring | | | | | | | |
H.CCXCIX | Ye wretched, hungry, starving poor Behold a royal feast | | | | | | | |
H.CCC | Zeal is that [the] pure and heavenly flame | | | | | | | |