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201 | Why sinks my weak desponding mind? | | | | | | | |
202 | My soul would fain indulge a hope | | | | | | | |
203 | Wherefore should man, frail child of clay | | | | | | | |
204 | My soul doth magnify the Lord | | | | | | | |
205 | Come, we who love the Lord | | | | | | | |
206 | Blessed Redeemer! how divine | | | | | | | |
207 | Happy the heart where graces reign | | | | | | | |
208 | Eye hath not seen, nor ear hath heard | | | | | | | |
209 | The ransom'd spirit to her home | | | | | | | |
210 | My gracious Redeemer I love | | | | | | | |
211 | Of all the joys we mortals know | | | | | | | |
212 | 'Tis a point I long to know | | | | | | | |
213 | Did I possess the gift of tongues | | | | | | | |
214 | Let party names no more | | | | | | | |
215 | How sweet, how heav'nly is the sight | | | | | | | |
216 | Sweet peace of conscience, heav'nly guest | | | | | | | |
217 | Come, heavenly peace of mind | | | | | | | |
218 | Now let our voices join | | | | | | | |
219 | My times of sorrow and of joy | | | | | | | |
220 | Our hearts are fasten'd to this world | | | | | | | |
221 | And must I part with all I have | | | | | | | |
222 | Let those who bear the Christian name | | | | | | | |
223 | O Lord, my best desires fulfil | | | | | | | |
224 | Jesus once left his throne on high | | | | | | | |
225 | Thro' all the changing scenes of life | | | | | | | |
226 | The God of my salvation lives | | | | | | | |
227 | Give to the winds thy fears | | | | | | | |
228 | Begone, unbelief! My Saviour is near | | | | | | | |
229 | Happy the man, who finds the grace | | | | | | | |
230 | Zeal is that pure and heav'nly flame | | | | | | | |
231 | Jesus, my King, proclaims the war | | | | | | | |
232 | Awake, my soul! lift up thine eyes | | | | | | | |
233 | What jarring natures dwell within | | | | | | | |
234 | With tears of anguish I lament | | | | | | | |
235 | Lord, I'm defil'd in every part | | | | | | | |
236 | 'Tis first of all thyself to know | | | | | | | |
237 | And what am I?--My soul, awake | | | | | | | |
238 | Once I thought my mountain strong | | | | | | | |
239 | How tedious and tasteless the hours | | | | | | | |
240 | Where is now our boasted Saviour | | | | | | | |
241 | Encompass'd with clouds of distress | | | | | | | |
242 | Happy the hours, the golden days | | | | | | | |
243 | Sweet was the time, when first I felt | | | | | | | |
244 | I ask'd the Lord, that I might grow | | | | | | | |
245 | How far, alas, in sinful ways | | | | | | | |
246 | Dear Jesus, let thy pitying eye | | | | | | | |
247 | Blest Saviour, by thy pow'rful word | | | | | | | |
248 | Did Christ o'er sinners weep? | | | | | | | |
249 | World, adieu! thou real cheat | | | | | | | |
250 | How false this earth in all its forms | | | | | | | |
251 | Dead be my heart to all below | | | | | | | |
252 | In vain the giddly world inquires | | | | | | | |
253 | I send the joys of earth away | | | | | | | |
254 | Dear refuge of my weary soul | | | | | | | |
255 | Jesus, lover of my soul | | | | | | | |
256 | And will th' offended God again | | | | | | | |
257 | O thou, to whose all-searching sight | | | | | | | |
258 | Oh, could our thoughts and wishes fly | | | | | | | |
259 | My soul, be on thy guard | | | | | | | |
260 | Alas, what hourly dangers rise! | | | | | | | |
261 | Saviour, we wait the day | | | | | | | |
262 | When I survey the wond'rous cross | | | | | | | |
263 | When I the blest Redeemer see | | | | | | | |
264 | How sweet the name of Jesus sounds | | | | | | | |
265 | Sweet the moments, rich in blessing | | | | | | | |
266 | Thro' this wide wilderness I roam | | | | | | | |
267 | Children of God, who, trav'ling slow | | | | | | | |
268 | The Lord of light, tho' veil'd awhile | | | | | | | |
269 | As when the weary trav'ler gains | | | | | | | |
270 | Pilgrim, burden'd with thy sin | | | | | | | |
271 | Fountain of light, whose copious stream | | | | | | | |
272 | Sometimes a light surprises | | | | | | | |
273 | O happy soul, that lives on high | | | | | | | |
274 | When I can read my title clear | | | | | | | |
275 | Thrice happy souls, who, born of heav'n | | | | | | | |
276 | Guide me, O thou great Jehovah | | | | | | | |
277 | Rise, my soul, and stretch thy wings | | | | | | | |
278 | Now let our souls, on wings sublime | | | | | | | |
279 | Father Divine, thy piercing eye | | | | | | | |
280 | Return, my roving heart, return | | | | | | | |
281 | Whilst thee I seek, protecting Power! | | | | | | | |
282 | Far from the world, O Lord, I flee | | | | | | | |
283 | Father, whate'er of eartly bliss | | | | | | | |
284 | Come, Holy Ghost, my soul inspire | | | | | | | |
285 | I love to steal awhile away | | | | | | | |
286 | What various hind'rances we meet | | | | | | | |
287 | Jesus, who knows full well | | | | | | | |
288 | Pray'r is the soul's sincere desire | | | | | | | |
289 | Pray'r was appointed to convey | | | | | | | |
290 | Father of all, thy care we bless | | | | | | | |
291 | Religion's form is vain | | | | | | | |
292 | Let Zion's watchmen all awake | | | | | | | |
293 | Praise to the Lord on high | | | | | | | |
294 | Men of God, go take your stations | | | | | | | |
295 | O thou, before whose gracious throne | | | | | | | |
296 | What--tho' the arm of conqu'ring death | | | | | | | |
297 | I love thy kingdom, Lord | | | | | | | |
298 | Once, O Lord, thy garden flourish'd | | | | | | | |
299 | O Sun of Righteousness divine | | | | | | | |
300 | How few the word of God regard | | | | | | | |