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201 | Hosanna to the Prince of Light | | | | | | | |
202 | O for a thousand tongues to sing | | | | | | | |
203 | Let every mortal ear attend | | | | | | | |
204 | My God, the Spring of all my joys | | | | | | | |
205 | Send forth Thy word, and let it fly | | | | | | | |
206 | The Lord of glory is my Light | | | | | | | |
207 | Come, let us lift our joyful eyes | | | | | | | |
208 | Laden with guilt, and full of fears | | | | | | | |
209 | O, what amazing words of grace | | | | | | | |
210 | Lord, I have made Thy word my choice | | | | | | | |
211 | How vain are all things here below! | | | | | | | |
212 | Far from these narrow scenes of night | | | | | | | |
213 | Lift up to God the voice of praise | | | | | | | |
214 | There's nothing round this spacious earth | | | | | | | |
215 | Sing, ye redeemed of the Lord | | | | | | | |
216 | Come, Thou Desire of all Thy saints | | | | | | | |
217 | Have I that faith which looks to Christ | | | | | | | |
218 | As pants the hart for cooling streams | | | | | | | |
219 | Once more, my soul, the rising day | | | | | | | |
220 | Arise, ye people, and adore | | | | | | | |
221 | Why should the children of a King | | | | | | | |
222 | The Spirit breathes upon the word | | | | | | | |
223 | Let all the heathen writers join | | | | | | | |
224 | I wait for Thy salvation, Lord | | | | | | | |
225 | The Lord, our God, is clothed with might | | | | | | | |
226 | What is the thing of greatest price | | | | | | | |
227 | My God, my Portion, and my Love | | | | | | | |
228 | O for that tenderness of heart | | | | | | | |
229 | Repent, the voice celestial cries | | | | | | | |
230 | While Thee I seek, Protecting Power | | | | | | | |
231 | Thee we adore, eternal Name | | | | | | | |
232 | As o'er the past my memory strays | | | | | | | |
233 | When bending o'er the brink of life | | | | | | | |
234 | When musing sorrow weeps the past | | | | | | | |
235 | How wondrous great, how glorious bright | | | | | | | |
236 | O God, we praise Thee and confess | | | | | | | |
237 | Fools, in their hearts, believe and say | | | | | | | |
238 | I was a grovelling creature once | | | | | | | |
239 | God moves in a mysterious way | | | | | | | |
240 | With joy we meditate the grace | | | | | | | |
241 | How shall the young secure their hearts | | | | | | | |
242 | When I can read my title clear | | | | | | | |
243 | Ye hearts with youthful vigor warm | | | | | | | |
244 | Come, humble sinner, in whose breast | | | | | | | |
245 | O, happy is the man who hears | | | | | | | |
246 | O, if my soul was formed for woe | | | | | | | |
247 | Unshaken as the sacred hill | | | | | | | |
248 | O Lord, another day is flown | | | | | | | |
249 | Through all the changing scenes of life | | | | | | | |
250 | O Thou whose mercy guides my way | | | | | | | |
251 | Thou dear Redeemer, dying Lamb | | | | | | | |
252 | O, 'twas a joyful sound to hear | | | | | | | |
253 | O, how I love thy holy law! | | | | | | | |
254 | Our God is love, and all His saints | | | | | | | |
255 | Lo, what a glorious sight appears | | | | | | | |
256 | Arise, my soul, my joyful powers | | | | | | | |
257 | Still on the Lord thy burden roll | | | | | | | |
258 | Jerusalem! my happy home! | | | | | | | |
259 | On Jordan's stormy banks I stand | | | | | | | |
260 | Eternal Father, God of love | | | | | | | |
261 | While through this changing world we roam | | | | | | | |
262 | Through sorrow's night, and danger's path | | | | | | | |
263 | God of our fathers, to Thy throne | | | | | | | |
264 | I love the Lord; He guides my way | | | | | | | |
265 | I love the Lord; He heard my cries | | | | | | | |
266 | Some seraph, lend your heavenly tongue | | | | | | | |
267 | Eternal Wisdom, Thee we praise | | | | | | | |
268 | Christ leads me through no darker rooms | | | | | | | |
269 | Behold the glories of the Lamb | | | | | | | |
270 | Give me the wings of faith to rise | | | | | | | |
271 | Let children that would fear the Lord | | | | | | | |
272 | Awake, my soul, stretch every nerve | | | | | | | |
273 | To our Redeemer's glorious name | | | | | | | |
274 | How precious is the book divine | | | | | | | |
275 | Sin, like a venomous disease | | | | | | | |
276 | When, rising from the bed of death | | | | | | | |
277 | Holy and reverend is the name | | | | | | | |
278 | With songs and honors sounding loud | | | | | | | |
279 | Sing to the Lord, ye heavenly hosts | | | | | | | |
280 | Pity the nations, O our God | | | | | | | |
281 | Am I a soldier of the cross | | | | | | | |
282 | There is a land of pure delight | | | | | | | |
283 | Come, O ye saints, your voices raise | | | | | | | |
284 | There is a glorious world of light | | | | | | | |
285 | Consider all my sorrows, Lord | | | | | | | |
286 | Is there ambition in my heart? | | | | | | | |
287 | Why do we mourn departing friends | | | | | | | |
288 | I'm not ashamed to own my Lord | | | | | | | |
289 | Lord, I address Thy heavenly throne | | | | | | | |
290 | From Thee, my God, my joys shall rise | | | | | | | |
291 | By cool Siloam's shady rill | | | | | | | |
292 | Beneath our feet and o'er our head | | | | | | | |
293 | Unite my roving thoughts, unite | | | | | | | |
294 | If human kindness meets return | | | | | | | |
295 | Happy's the child whose tender years | | | | | | | |
296 | In evil long I took delight | | | | | | | |
297 | Far from the world, O Lord, I flee | | | | | | | |
298 | Thy solemn vows are on me, Lord | | | | | | | |
299 | Lord, we have heard Thy works of old | | | | | | | |
300 | How helpless guilty nature lies | | | | | | | |