The Psalmist: a new collection of hymns for the use of Baptist churches; with a supplement

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501I waited patient for the LordPage Scan
502From thy dear, pierced sidePage Scan
503Kind are the words that Jesus speaksPage Scan
504O Lord, when billows o'er me risePage Scan
505Faith is a precious gracePage Scan
506Faith is the brightest evidencePage Scan
507Faith adds new charms to earthly blissPage Scan
508Father, I stretch my hands to theePage Scan
509Thou lovely Source of true delightPage Scan
510'Tis faith that lays the sinner lowPage Scan
511O for a faith that will not shrinkPage Scan
512Faith is the Christian's propPage Scan
513If on a quiet seaPage Scan
514Mistaken souls, that dream of heavenPage Scan
515'Tis by the faith of joys to comePage Scan
516How heavy is the nightPage Scan
517Buried in shadows of the nightPage Scan
518How helpless guilty nature liesPage Scan
519Lord, I approach the mercy-seatPage Scan
520Grace! 'tis a charming soundPage Scan
521Out of the deeps, O Lord, we callPage Scan
522O turn, great Ruler of the skiesPage Scan
523From deep distress and troubled thoughtsPage Scan
524Father of mercies, God of lovePage Scan
525Soft be the gently- breathing notesPage Scan
526Why droops my soul, with grief oppressed?Page Scan
527Unto thine altar, LordPage Scan
528Weeping saint, no longer mournPage Scan
529Great God, wert thou extreme to markPage Scan
530Jesus, I my cross have takenPage Scan
531Here at thy cross, incarnate GodPage Scan
532In vain the world's alluring smilePage Scan
533Ye earthly vanities, departPage Scan
534Ye glittering toys of earth, adieuPage Scan
535This world would be a wildernessPage Scan
536Blest Jesus, while in mortal fleshPage Scan
537O Lord, thou art my LordPage Scan
538O Lord, I would delight in theePage Scan
539I send the joys of earth awayPage Scan
540Lord, I would come to theePage Scan
541Source of eternal joys divinePage Scan
542I languish for a sightPage Scan
543My soul forsakes her vain delightPage Scan
544Hail, everlasting Spring!Page Scan
545When sorrows round us rollPage Scan
546Let me but hear my Saviour sayPage Scan
547Not with our mortal eyesPage Scan
548Thou only Sovereign of my heartPage Scan
549Jesus, thy boundless love to mePage Scan
550In vain we lavish out our livesPage Scan
551Bright was the guiding star, that ledPage Scan
552I'm not ashamed to own my LordPage Scan
553Thou, who didst stoop belowPage Scan
554Jesus, and shall it ever bePage Scan
555Behold the Lamb of God, who borePage Scan
556My gracious Lord, I own thy rightPage Scan
557O Saviour, welcome to my heartPage Scan
558And must I part with all I havePage Scan
559Thou Lord of all the worlds on highPage Scan
560Still on the Lord thy burden rollPage Scan
561Firm as the earth thy gospel standsPage Scan
562Our God, how firm his promise standsPage Scan
563How oft have sin and Satan strovePage Scan
564To God, the only wisePage Scan
565The God of grace and glory callsPage Scan
566O Lord, if in the book of lifePage Scan
567A debtor to mercy alonePage Scan
568Know, my soul, thy full salvationPage Scan
569When power divine, in mortal formPage Scan
570O Father, good or evil sendPage Scan
571Whene'er the clouds of sorrow rollPage Scan
572Naked, as from the earth we camePage Scan
573Lord, my times are in thy handPage Scan
574Yes, God himself hath swornPage Scan
575In vain my roving thoughts would findPage Scan
576Be thou, O Lord, my treasure herePage Scan
577'Tis a point I long to knowPage Scan
578How happy is the Christian's state!Page Scan
579I'll think upon the woesPage Scan
580O, lay not up upon this earthPage Scan
581Submissive to thy will, my GodPage Scan
582I cannot call affliction sweetPage Scan
583When I can trust my all with GodPage Scan
584Bereft of all, when hopeless carePage Scan
585O, let my trembling soul be stillPage Scan
586With earnest longings of the mindPage Scan
587It is the Lord, enthroned in lightPage Scan
588Author of good, to thee we turnPage Scan
589With my whole heart I've sought thy facePage Scan
590Consider all my sorrows, LordPage Scan
591When fainting in the sultry wastePage Scan
592What though no flowers the fig-tree clothePage Scan
593In vain I search creation o'erPage Scan
594Soon as I heard my Father sayPage Scan
595O thou whose mercy guides my wayPage Scan
596My times of sorrow and of joyPage Scan
597O God, to thee my sinking soulPage Scan
598How sweet on thy bosom to restPage Scan
599O thou whose compassionate carePage Scan
600How tender is thy handPage Scan

[This hymnal has not been proofed - data may be incomplete or incorrect]
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