Psalms and Hymns, for the Use of the German Reformed Church, in the United States of America. (2nd ed.)

Publisher: Sherman & Co. (Printers), Philadelphia, Penn., 1834
Denomination: German Reformed Church in the United States of America
Language: English
Notes: Psalms (P) and hymns are numbered separately.
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202To God the only wisePage Scan
203Come, we that love the LordPage Scan
204O happy soul that lives on high!Page Scan
205Honor and happiness unitePage Scan
206Indulgent God, to thee I raisePage Scan
207Lord, how secure and blest are theyPage Scan
208Thrice happy man whose heart is stay'dPage Scan
209Repent, the voice celestial criesPage Scan
210Is this the kind returnPage Scan
211O if my soul was form'd for woePage Scan
212And are we wretches yet alive?Page Scan
213Alas, and did my Saviour bleedPage Scan
214Lord! shed a beam of heavenly dayPage Scan
215Prostrate dear Jesus at thy feetPage Scan
216Pity a helpless sinner, LordPage Scan
217As once the Saviour took his seatPage Scan
218Father of mercies, God of love!Page Scan
219Lord, at thy feet I prostrate fallPage Scan
220Faith!—'tis a precious gracePage Scan
221Mistaken souls! that dream of heav'nPage Scan
222Begone, unbelief! my Saviour is nearPage Scan
223Not all the blood of beastsPage Scan
224Faith is the brightest evidencePage Scan
225Blest is the memory of the justPage Scan
226Faith adds new charms to earthly blissPage Scan
227Jesus, our soul's delightful choicePage Scan
228Your harps, ye trembling saintsPage Scan
229The moment a sinner believesPage Scan
230Our Father, thron'd in heav'n divinePage Scan
231Where is my God? does he retirePage Scan
232Pray'r is the soul's sincere desirePage Scan
233What various hindrances we meetPage Scan
234Pray'r was appointed to conveyPage Scan
235The Lord, who truly knows the heartPage Scan
236When Hannah pressed with griefPage Scan
237I asked the Lord that I might growPage Scan
238Approach, my soul, the mercy seatPage Scan
239O thou from whom all goodness flowsPage Scan
240Twas the commission of our LordPage Scan
241Thus saith the mercy of the LordPage Scan
242The Saviour, with inviting voicePage Scan
243Behold what condescending lovePage Scan
244Attend, ye children of your [our] GodPage Scan
245Twas on that dark, that doleful nightPage Scan
246To Jesus our exalted LordPage Scan
247What strange perplexities arisePage Scan
248Eternal King, enthroned abovePage Scan
249The broken bread, the blessed cupPage Scan
250Ye wretched, hungry, starving poorPage Scan
251The king of heaven his table spreadsPage Scan
252Jesus invites his saintsPage Scan
253How condescending, and how kindPage Scan
254Here at thy table, Lord, we meet to feedPage Scan
255How rich are thy provisions, LordPage Scan
256At thy command, our dearest Lord,Page Scan
257Let us adore the eternal wordPage Scan
258The blest memorials of thy griefPage Scan
259Jesus, once for sinners slainPage Scan
260Lord, at thy table I beholdPage Scan
261Come, let us join our cheerful songsPage Scan
262Thus saith the first, the great commandPage Scan
263The law of God is justPage Scan
264Raise, thoughtless sinners, raise then eyePage Scan
265O Lord, my soul convicted standsPage Scan
266Yes, I would love thee, blessed God!Page Scan
267Happy the heart where graces reignPage Scan
268Thou lovely Source of true delightPage Scan
269Do not I love thee, O my Lord?Page Scan
270Hark, my soul, it is the LordPage Scan
271The holy law, to Israel giv'nPage Scan
272Father of mercies, send thy gracePage Scan
273Aloud we sing the wondrous gracePage Scan
274Let Pharisees of high esteemPage Scan
275How sweet, how heav'nly is the sightPage Scan
276Blest be the tie that bindsPage Scan
277Ye servants of the LordPage Scan
278Alas what hourly dangers risePage Scan
279Blest be the tie that bindsPage Scan
280Stand up, my soul, shake off thy fearsPage Scan
281Am I a soldier of the crossPage Scan
282Hark! 'tis our heav'nly Leader's voicePage Scan
283Awake, my soul, lift up thine eyesPage Scan
284My soul, be on thy guardPage Scan
285O time, how few thy value weighPage Scan
286The time is short the season nearPage Scan
287God of eternity, from theePage Scan
288Thee we adore, eternal namePage Scan
289Few are thy days, and full of woPage Scan
290Hark! from the tombs a doleful soundPage Scan
291Hear what the voice from heaven declaresPage Scan
292Why should we start and fear to diePage Scan
293In vain my fancy strives to paintPage Scan
294Happy soul, thy days are endedPage Scan
295Death may dissolve my body nowPage Scan
296Death cannot make our souls afraidPage Scan
297Hear what the voice from heaven proclaimsPage Scan
298The grave is now a favored spotPage Scan
299Death, 'tis a melancholy dayPage Scan
300Stoop down, my thoughtsPage Scan
301Alas how changed that lovely flow'rPage Scan

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