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