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| I.46.1 | Father, how wide thy glories shine! | | | | | | | |
| I.46.2 | Awake, my zeal; awake, my love | | | | | | | |
| I.47 | Must friends and kindred droop and die | | | | | | | |
| I.48 | Awake, our souls; away, our fears | | | | | | | |
| I.49 | How strong thine arm is, mighty God! | | | | | | | |
| I.50 | Now be the God of Isr'el blessed | | | | | | | |
| I.51 | To God the only wise | | | | | | | |
| I.52 | 'Twas the commission of our Lord | | | | | | | |
| I.53 | God, who in various methods told | | | | | | | |
| I.54 | Jesus, we bless thy Father's name | | | | | | | |
| I.55 | When we are raised from deep distress | | | | | | | |
| I.56 | We sing the glories of thy love | | | | | | | |
| I.57 | Backward with humble shame we look | | | | | | | |
| I.58 | Let mortal tongues attempt to sing | | | | | | | |
| I.59 | In Gabriel's hand a mighty stone | | | | | | | |
| I.60 | Our souls shall magnify the Lord | | | | | | | |
| I.61 | Now to the Lord, that makes us know | | | | | | | |
| I.62 | Come, let us join our cheerful songs | | | | | | | |
| I.63 | What equal honors shall we bring | | | | | | | |
| I.64 | Behold what wondrous grace | | | | | | | |
| I.65 | Let the seventh angel sound on high | | | | | | | |
| I.66 | Let him embrace my soul, and prove | | | | | | | |
| I.67 | Thou whom my soul admires above | | | | | | | |
| I.68 | Behold the Rose of Sharon here | | | | | | | |
| I.69 | The voice of my Beloved sounds | | | | | | | |
| I.70 | Hark! the Redeemer from on high | | | | | | | |
| I.71 | Often I seek my Lord by night | | | | | | | |
| I.72 | Daughters of Zion, come, behold | | | | | | | |
| I.73 | Kind is the speech of Christ our Lord | | | | | | | |
| I.74 | We are a garden walled around | | | | | | | |
| I.75 | The wond'ring world inquires to know | | | | | | | |
| I.76 | When strangers stand and hear me tell | | | | | | | |
| I.77 | Now in the galleries of his grace | | | | | | | |
| I.78 | Who is this fair one in distress | | | | | | | |
| I.79 | God of the morning! at whose voice | | | | | | | |
| I.80 | Thus far the Lord has led me on | | | | | | | |
| I.81 | God, how endless is thy love! | | | | | | | |
| I.82 | Shall the vile race of flesh and blood | | | | | | | |
| I.83 | Not from the dust affliction grows | | | | | | | |
| I.84 | Jehovah speaks! let Isr'el hear | | | | | | | |
| I.85 | The Lord on high proclaims | | | | | | | |
| I.86 | How should the sons of Adam's race | | | | | | | |
| I.87 | Thus saith the high and lofty One: | | | | | | | |
| I.88 | Life is the time to serve the Lord | | | | | | | |
| I.89 | Ye sons of Adam, vain and young | | | | | | | |
| I.90 | Lo! the young tribes of Adam rise | | | | | | | |
| I.91 | Now in the heat of youthful blood | | | | | | | |
| I.92 | Shall Wisdom cry aloud | | | | | | | |
| I.93 | Thus saith the Wisdom of the Lord | | | | | | | |
| I.94 | Vain are the hopes the sons of men | | | | | | | |
| I.95 | Not all the outward forms on earth | | | | | | | |
| I.96 | But few among the carnal wise | | | | | | | |
| I.97 | Buried in shadows of the night | | | | | | | |
| I.98 | How heavy is the night | | | | | | | |
| I.99 | Vain are the hopes that rebels place | | | | | | | |
| I.100 | Not to condemn the sons of men | | | | | | | |
| I.101 | Who can describe the joys that rise | | | | | | | |
| I.102 | Blest are the humble souls that see | | | | | | | |
| I.103 | I'm not ashamed to own my Lord | | | | | | | |
| I.104 | Not the malicious or profane | | | | | | | |
| I.105 | Nor eye hath seen, nor ear hath heard | | | | | | | |
| I.106 | Shall we go on to sin | | | | | | | |
| I.107 | Deceived by subtle snares of hell | | | | | | | |
| I.108 | Now with our mortal eyes | | | | | | | |
| I.109 | No more, my God, I boast no more | | | | | | | |
| I.110 | There is a house not made with hands | | | | | | | |
| I.111 | Lord, we confess our num'rous faults | | | | | | | |
| I.112 | So did the Hebrew prophet raise | | | | | | | |
| I.113 | How large the promise, how divine | | | | | | | |
| I.114 | Gentiles by nature, we belong | | | | | | | |
| I.115 | Lord, how secure my conscience was | | | | | | | |
| I.116 | Thus saith the first, the great command | | | | | | | |
| I.117 | Behold the potter and the clay | | | | | | | |
| I.118 | The law by Moses came | | | | | | | |
| I.119 | Christ and his cross is all our theme | | | | | | | |
| I.120 | Faith is the brightest evidence | | | | | | | |
| I.121 | Thus saith the mercy of the Lord | | | | | | | |
| I.122 | Do we not know that solemn word | | | | | | | |
| I.123 | Behold the wretch whose lust and wine | | | | | | | |
| I.124 | Deep in the dust before thy throne | | | | | | | |
| I.125 | With joy we meditate the grace | | | | | | | |
| I.126 | Not diff'rent food, or diff'rent dress | | | | | | | |
| I.127 | Come hither, all ye weary souls | | | | | | | |
| I.128 | O preach my gospel, saith the Lord | | | | | | | |
| I.129 | Saints, at your heav'nly Father's word | | | | | | | |
| I.130 | Now by the bowels of my God | | | | | | | |
| I.131 | Behold how sinners disagree | | | | | | | |
| I.132 | O let our lips and lives express | | | | | | | |
| I.133 | Let Pharisees of high esteem | | | | | | | |
| I.134 | Had I the tongues of Greeks and Jews | | | | | | | |
| I.135 | Come, dearest Lord, descend and dwell | | | | | | | |
| I.136 | God is a Spirit, just and wise | | | | | | | |
| I.137 | Now to the power of God supreme | | | | | | | |
| I.138 | Firm as the earth thy gospel stands | | | | | | | |
| I.139 | How oft have sin and Satan strove | | | | | | | |
| I.140 | Mistaken souls, that dream of heav'n | | | | | | | |
| I.141 | Who has believed thy word | | | | | | | |
| I.142 | Like sheep we went astray | | | | | | | |
| I.143 | So new-born babes desire the breast | | | | | | | |
| I.144 | Why should the children of a King | | | | | | | |
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