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H43 | O thou, whose tender mercy hears | | | | | | | |
H44 | Great source of life! our souls confess | | | | | | | |
H45 | O thou unknown, almighty cause | | | | | | | |
H46 | Oh! source of uncreated light | | | | | | | |
H47 | While thee I seek, protecting power! | | | | | | | |
H48 | Father of all! in every age | | | | | | | |
H49 | Lord, not to earth's contracted span | | | | | | | |
H50 | My God! the father of mankind | | | | | | | |
H51 | Let others, confident and vain | | | | | | | |
H52 | Let the whole race of creatures lie | | | | | | | |
H53 | As various as the moon | | | | | | | |
H54 | God moves in a mysterious way | | | | | | | |
H55 | Naked as from the earth we came | | | | | | | |
H56 | Author of good! we rest on thee | | | | | | | |
H57 | Man has a soul of vast desires | | | | | | | |
H58 | Rise, my soul, and stretch thy wings | | | | | | | |
H59a | If friendless in the vale of tears I stray | | | | | | | |
H59b | 'Tis religion that can give | | | | | | | |
H60 | O thou, by whose all-bounteous hand | | | | | | | |
H61 | Faith adds new charms to earthly bliss | | | | | | | |
H62 | Blest instructer! from thy ways | | | | | | | |
H63 | 'Tis wisdom's earnest cry! | | | | | | | |
H64 | Beset with snares on ev'ry hand | | | | | | | |
H65 | Blest is the man, yes, more than blest | | | | | | | |
H66 | See mild religion from above | | | | | | | |
H67 | Come hither, all ye weary souls! | | | | | | | |
H68 | When gloomy thoughts and boding fears | | | | | | | |
H69 | Come ye, who love the Lord! | | | | | | | |
H70 | Father of mercies! in thy word | | | | | | | |
H71 | My soul to God, its source, aspires! | | | | | | | |
H72 | Behold the grace appear | | | | | | | |
H73 | Hark! what celestial notes | | | | | | | |
H74 | Eternal source of ev'ry joy! | | | | | | | |
H75 | To thee, Most Holy and Most High | | | | | | | |
H76 | Behold, the prince of peace | | | | | | | |
H77 | Come! said Jesus' sacred voice | | | | | | | |
H78 | Mark the soft-falling snow | | | | | | | |
H79 | We love the volumes of thy word | | | | | | | |
H80 | And is the gospel peace and love? | | | | | | | |
H81 | How welcome is their voice | | | | | | | |
H82 | Lo, wretched millions draw their breath | | | | | | | |
H83 | I read my duty in the word | | | | | | | |
H84 | So let our lips and lives express | | | | | | | |
H85 | Awake, our souls! awake our fears | | | | | | | |
H86 | Awake, my soul! stretch ev'ry nerve | | | | | | | |
H87 | God is a spirit, just and wise | | | | | | | |
H88 | Do not I love thee, O my God? | | | | | | | |
H89 | When rising from the bed of death | | | | | | | |
H90 | Far from thy servants, God of grace | | | | | | | |
H91 | Mercy, judgment now my tongue | | | | | | | |
H92 | Blest are the humble souls that see | | | | | | | |
H93 | Blest are the men whose hearts still move | | | | | | | |
H94 | Come, let us search our ways and see | | | | | | | |
H95 | Let party names no more | | | | | | | |
H96 | Let men of high conceit and zeal | | | | | | | |
H97 | Though perfect eloquence adorn'd | | | | | | | |
H98 | Father of our feeble race! | | | | | | | |
H99 | Hail, source of pleasures ever new! | | | | | | | |
H100 | Imposture shrinks from light | | | | | | | |
H101 | Omniscient God! 'tis thine to know | | | | | | | |
H102 | Happy the man whose cautious steps | | | | | | | |
H103 | Awake, my soul! lift up thine eyes | | | | | | | |
H104 | Ah, wretched souls, who strive in vain! | | | | | | | |
H105 | Father of light! conduct our feet | | | | | | | |
H106 | The man, whose firm and equal mind | | | | | | | |
H107 | Wherefore should man, frail child of clay | | | | | | | |
H108 | While some in folly's pleasures roll | | | | | | | |
H109 | Great God! whose all pervading eye | | | | | | | |
H110 | Patience! O what a grace divine | | | | | | | |
H111 | If solid happiness we prize | | | | | | | |
H112 | Life is the time to serve the Lord | | | | | | | |
H113 | O time, how few thy value weigh | | | | | | | |
H114 | Behold the path which mortals tread | | | | | | | |
H115 | All nature dies, and lives again | | | | | | | |
H116 | Blest be the everlasting God | | | | | | | |
H117 | There is a land of pure delight | | | | | | | |
H118 | Nor eye hath seen, nor ear hath heard | | | | | | | |
H119 | Death may dissolve my body now | | | | | | | |
H120 | When life's tempestuous storms are o'er | | | | | | | |
H121 | Ye golden lamps of heav'n! farewell | | | | | | | |
H122 | O thou, before whose gracious throne | | | | | | | |
H123 | There is a glorious world on high | | | | | | | |
H124 | Yet a few years or days, perhaps | | | | | | | |
H125 | Ye that mourn a father's loss | | | | | | | |
H126 | Who, from the shades of gloomy night | | | | | | | |
H127 | Lord, what our ears have heard | | | | | | | |
H128 | Life is a span, a fleeting hour | | | | | | | |
H129 | Happy is he, whose early years | | | | | | | |
H130 | How are thy servants blest, O Lord! | | | | | | | |
H131 | Though made by God's almighty hand | | | | | | | |
H132 | Will God descend in very deed | | | | | | | |
H133 | Jesus invites his saints | | | | | | | |
H134 | "This do in memory of your friend" | | | | | | | |
H135 | Not to the terrours of the Lord | | | | | | | |
H136 | Great framer of unnumber'd worlds | | | | | | | |
H137 | How rich thy gifts, almighty king! | | | | | | | |
H138 | Now in deep and dreadful gloom | | | | | | | |
H139 | Eternal God, we bless thy name | | | | | | | |
H140 | Remark, my soul, the narrow bounds | | | | | | | |
H141 | While beauty clothes the fertile vale | | | | | | | |