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WH.I.25 | All mortal vanities, be gone! | | | | | | | |
WH.I.26 | Bless'd be the everlasting God | | | | | | | |
WH.I.27 | Death may dissolve my body now | | | | | | | |
WH.I.30 | In thine own ways, O God of love | | | | | | | |
WH.I.39 | Now shall my inward joys arise | | | | | | | |
WH.I.40 | What happy men, or angels, these | | | | | | | |
WH.I.48 | Awake, our souls! away our fears | | | | | | | |
WH.I.49 | Christ has done more than Moses did | | | | | | | |
WH.I.50 | Now be the God of Israel bless'd | | | | | | | |
WH.I.51 | To God, the only wise | | | | | | | |
WH.I.52 | 'Twas the commission of our Lord | | | | | | | |
WH.I.54 | Jesus, we bless thy Father's name | | | | | | | |
WH.I.56 | We sing the glories of thy love | | | | | | | |
WH.I.57 | Backward with humble shame we look | | | | | | | |
WH.I.59 | In Gabriel's hand a mighty stone | | | | | | | |
WH.I.60 | Our souls shall magnify the Lord | | | | | | | |
WH.I.61 | Now to the Lord, who makes us know | | | | | | | |
WH.I.62 | Come let us join our cheerful songs | | | | | | | |
WH.I.63 | What equal honours shall we bring | | | | | | | |
WH.I.64 | Behold! what wondrous grace | | | | | | | |
WH.I.67 | Thou, whom my soul admires above | | | | | | | |
WH.I.69 | The voice of my beloved sounds | | | | | | | |
WH.I.72 | Daughters of Sion, come, behold | | | | | | | |
WH.I.74 | We are a garden wall'd around | | | | | | | |
WH.I.76 | When strangers stand and hear me tell | | | | | | | |
WH.I.80 | Thus far the Lord hath led me on | | | | | | | |
WH.I.81 | My God, how endless is thy love! | | | | | | | |
WH.I.82 | Shall the vile race of flesh and blood | | | | | | | |
WH.I.83 | Not from the dust affliction grows | | | | | | | |
WH.I.84 | Jehovah speaks, let Israel hear! | | | | | | | |
WH.I.87 | Thus saith the high and lofty One | | | | | | | |
WH.I.88 | Life is the time to serve the Lord | | | | | | | |
WH.I.89 | Ye sons of Adam, vain and young | | | | | | | |
WH.I.91 | Now in the heat of youthful blood | | | | | | | |
WH.I.93 | Thus saith the Wisdom of the Lord | | | | | | | |
WH.I.94 | Vain are the hopes, the sons of men | | | | | | | |
WH.I.95 | Not all the outward forms on earth | | | | | | | |
WH.I.97 | Bury'd in shadows of the night | | | | | | | |
WH.I.99 | Vain are the hopes, that rebels place | | | | | | | |
WH.I.101 | Who can describe the joys that rise | | | | | | | |
WH.I.102 | Blest are the humble souls who see | | | | | | | |
WH.I.103 | I'm not asham'd to own my Lord | | | | | | | |
WH.I.104 | Not the malicious, or profane | | | | | | | |
WH.I.105 | Nor eye hath seen, nor ear hath heard | | | | | | | |
WH.I.106 | Shall we go on to sin | | | | | | | |
WH.I.107 | Deceiv'd by subtle snares of hell | | | | | | | |
WH.I.108 | Not with our mortal eyes | | | | | | | |
WH.I.109 | No more, my God, I boast no more | | | | | | | |
WH.I.110 | There is a house, not made with hands | | | | | | | |
WH.I.111 | Lord, we confess our numerous faults | | | | | | | |
WH.I.112 | So did the Hebrew prophet raise | | | | | | | |
WH.I.113 | How large the promise--how divine | | | | | | | |
WH.I.114 | Gentiles by nature, we belong | | | | | | | |
WH.I.115 | Lord, how secure my conscience was | | | | | | | |
WH.I.116 | Thus saith the first, the great command | | | | | | | |
WH.I.117 | Behold the potter and the clay | | | | | | | |
WH.I.118 | The law by Moses came | | | | | | | |
WH.I.119 | Christ and his cross is all our theme | | | | | | | |
WH.I.120 | Faith is the brightest evidence | | | | | | | |
WH.I.121 | Thus saith the mercy of the Lord | | | | | | | |
WH.I.122 | Do we not know that solemn word | | | | | | | |
WH.I.123 | Behold the wretch, whose lust and wine | | | | | | | |
WH.I.124 | Deep in the dust, before thy throne | | | | | | | |
WH.I.125 | With joy we meditate the grace | | | | | | | |
WH.I.126 | Not diff'rent food, nor diff'rent dress | | | | | | | |
WH.I.127 | Come hither, all ye weary souls | | | | | | | |
WH.I.128 | "Go preach my Gospel," saith the Lord | | | | | | | |
WH.I.129 | Saints, at your heav'nly Father's word | | | | | | | |
WH.I.130 | Now by the bowels of my God | | | | | | | |
WH.I.131 | Behold, how sinners disagree | | | | | | | |
WH.I.132 | So let our lips and lives express | | | | | | | |
WH.I.133 | Let Pharisees of high esteem | | | | | | | |
WH.I.134 | Had I the tongues of Greeks and Jews | | | | | | | |
WH.I.135 | Come, dearest Lord, descend and dwell | | | | | | | |
WH.I.136 | God is a Spirit, just and wise | | | | | | | |
WH.I.137 | Now, to the power of God supreme | | | | | | | |
WH.I.138 | Firm as the earth, thy gospel stands | | | | | | | |
WH.I.139 | How oft have sin and Satan strove | | | | | | | |
WH.I.140 | Mistaken souls! that dream of heav'n | | | | | | | |
WH.I.141 | Who has believ'd thy word | | | | | | | |
WH.I.142 | Like sheep we went astray | | | | | | | |
WH.I.143 | So new-born babes desire the breast | | | | | | | |
WH.I.144 | Why should the children of a King | | | | | | | |
WH.I.145 | Jesus, in thee our eyes behold | | | | | | | |
WH.I.146 | Go worship at Emmanuel's feet | | | | | | | |
WH.I.148 | With cheerful voice I sing | | | | | | | |
WH.I.150 | Join all the glorious names | | | | | | | |
WH.II.1 | Nature, with all her pow'rs shall sing | | | | | | | |
WH.II.3 | Why do we mourn departing friends? | | | | | | | |
WH.II.4 | Here at thy cross, my dying God | | | | | | | |
WH.II.6 | Once more, my soul, the rising day | | | | | | | |
WH.II.7 | Dread Sov'reign, let my evening song | | | | | | | |
WH.II.8 | Hosanna, with a cheerful sound | | | | | | | |
WH.II.9 | Alas! and did my Saviour bleed? | | | | | | | |
WH.II.10 | My soul forsakes her vain delight | | | | | | | |
WH.II.11 | I send the joys of earth away | | | | | | | |
WH.II.12 | The true Messiah now appears | | | | | | | |
WH.II.13 | Sing to the Lord, who built the skies | | | | | | | |
WH.II.14 | Welcome--sweet day of rest | | | | | | | |
WH.II.15 | Far from my thoughts, vain world, be gone | | | | | | | |