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201 | My God, permit me [us] not to be a stranger | | | | | | | |
202 | So let our lips and lives express | | | | | | | |
203 | O God, thy gracious aid impart | | | | | | | |
204 | My God, what inward grief I feel | | | | | | | |
205 | Blest instructor, from thy ways | | | | | | | |
206 | God of mercy, God of love [grace], Hear | | | | | | | |
207 | Searcher of hearts, my thoughts review | | | | | | | |
208 | Perpetual source of light and grace | | | | | | | |
209 | O God of mercy, hear, forgive | | | | | | | |
210 | O thou whose mercy hears | | | | | | | |
211 | When rising from the bed of death | | | | | | | |
212 | From depths of sadness and distress | | | | | | | |
213 | Sweet is the friendly voice which [that] speaks | | | | | | | |
214 | O thou, the wretched's sure retreat | | | | | | | |
215 | The sacred joy that virtue brings | | | | | | | |
216 | Blest is the man who fears the Lord | | | | | | | |
217 | While some in folly's pleasures roll | | | | | | | |
218 | When storms hang o'er the Christian's head | | | | | | | |
219 | O happy soul that [who] lives on high, While men lie grovelling | | | | | | | |
220 | Lord, how secure and blest [blessed] are they | | | | | | | |
221 | Blest is the man who [that] shuns the place | | | | | | | |
222 | O blest is he, divinely blest | | | | | | | |
223 | Great Ruler of all nature's frame | | | | | | | |
224 | How well our great Preserver [Protector] knows | | | | | | | |
225 | When reft of all and hopeless care | | | | | | | |
226 | When gloomy thoughts and boding fears | | | | | | | |
227 | The God of heaven is kind and just | | | | | | | |
228 | To calm the sorrows of the mind | | | | | | | |
229 | Blest is that man, who stands in awe | | | | | | | |
230 | My God the covenant of thy love abides forever sure | | | | | | | |
231 | Through all the changing scenes of life, In trouble | | | | | | | |
232 | Praise, everlasting praise, be paid | | | | | | | |
233 | My God, the visits of thy face | | | | | | | |
234 | And is there then no lenient art | | | | | | | |
235 | Soft are the fruitful showers | | | | | | | |
236 | Ah why should this mistaken mind | | | | | | | |
237 | Faith adds new charms to earthly bliss | | | | | | | |
238 | O that the Lord would guide my [our] ways | | | | | | | |
239 | Ah worldly souls who strive in vain | | | | | | | |
240 | Life is the time to serve thee, Lord | | | | | | | |
241 | Father of light! conduct my feet | | | | | | | |
242 | Amidst a world of hopes and fears | | | | | | | |
243 | Weak and irresolute is man | | | | | | | |
244 | Broad is the road [stream] that leads to death [wrath] | | | | | | | |
245 | Why do we waste on trifling cares | | | | | | | |
246 | Beset with snares on every hand | | | | | | | |
247 | Awake, my torpid soul! awake | | | | | | | |
248 | Father of lights! my footsteps guide | | | | | | | |
249 | When from the verge of youth | | | | | | | |
250 | Awake, my soul, lift up thine eyes | | | | | | | |
251 | Our country is Immanuel's ground [land] | | | | | | | |
252 | O God of Bethel, by whose hand | | | | | | | |
253 | Lord, through the dubious [devious] path [paths] of life | | | | | | | |
254 | O God of our forefathers, hear | | | | | | | |
255 | Awake my soul, stretch every nerve | | | | | | | |
256 | When in the light of faith divine | | | | | | | |
257 | Providence profusely kind wheresoe'er you turn | | | | | | | |
258 | When fancy spreads her boldest wings | | | | | | | |
259 | Thou, Lord, through every changing scene | | | | | | | |
260 | Great Former of this various [wondrous] frame | | | | | | | |
261 | Frail life of man, how short its stay | | | | | | | |
262 | The evils that beset our path | | | | | | | |
263 | My soul, spring up with ardent flight | | | | | | | |
264 | Arise, my soul, on wings sublime | | | | | | | |
265 | The swift declining day | | | | | | | |
266 | Like shadows gliding o'er the plain | | | | | | | |
267 | God of eternity, from thee | | | | | | | |
268 | Thee we adore, eternal name, And humbly | | | | | | | |
269 | O [Our] God, our help in ages [seasons] past | | | | | | | |
270 | When a few years, or days perhaps | | | | | | | |
271 | The morning flowers display their sweets | | | | | | | |
272 | That awful hour will soon appear | | | | | | | |
273 | Lord, I am thine, but thou wilt [will] prove | | | | | | | |
274 | O there's a better world on high | | | | | | | |
275 | Courage, ye partners in distress | | | | | | | |
276 | When all the powers of nature fail | | | | | | | |
277 | When sickness shakes the [languid] frame | | | | | | | |
278 | O for an overcoming faith | | | | | | | |
279 | My soul, the awful hour will come, Apace it | | | | | | | |
280 | And must this body die | | | | | | | |
281 | Ye golden lamps of heaven, farewell [adieu] | | | | | | | |
282 | There is a house not made with [by] hands, Eternal | | | | | | | |
283 | Those happy realms of joy and peace | | | | | | | |
284 | When life's tempestuous storms are o'er | | | | | | | |
285 | How still and peaceful is [Lord] the grave | | | | | | | |
286 | Hear what the voice from heaven proclaims | | | | | | | |
287 | All nature dies, and lives again | | | | | | | |
288 | When the last trumpet's awful voice | | | | | | | |
289 | Blest be the everlasting [eternal] God | | | | | | | |
290 | Bright orb of heaven, thy circuit stay | | | | | | | |
291 | The heart, dejected, sighs to know | | | | | | | |
292 | Arise, my soul, extend thy wings | | | | | | | |
293 | From north and [to] south, from east and [to] west | | | | | | | |
294 | There is a land of pure delight, Where saints immortal reign | | | | | | | |
295 | Far from the [these] narrow [gloomy] scenes of night [life] | | | | | | | |
296 | There is a glorious world on high | | | | | | | |
297 | From this world's joys, and senseless mirth | | | | | | | |
298 | This feast was Jesus' high behest | | | | | | | |
299 | Canst thou, my soul, forget that friend | | | | | | | |
300 | Ye followers of the Prince of peace | | | | | | | |