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398 | Dear Shepherd of thy people, here | | | | | | | |
399 | Amidst ten thousand anxious cares | | | | | | | |
400 | Lord, afford a spring to me | | | | | | | |
401 | How long, O Lord, shall I complain | | | | | | | |
402 | My soul lies cleaving to the dust | | | | | | | |
403 | Come, every gracious heart | | | | | | | |
404 | Our Saviour alone, the Lord, let us bless | | | | | | | |
405 | 'Twixt Jesus and the chosen race | | | | | | | |
406 | Hark! how the blood-bought hosts above | | | | | | | |
407 | Dear Lord! my panting soul inflame | | | | | | | |
408 | O! what shall I do my Saviour to praise | | | | | | | |
409 | To Him that chose us first | | | | | | | |
410 | O! for a heart prepared to sing | | | | | | | |
411 | Come, saints, and sing in sweet accord | | | | | | | |
412 | What cheering words are these! | | | | | | | |
413 | Let Zion songs of triumph sing | | | | | | | |
414 | I long for a concert of heavenly praise | | | | | | | |
415 | Glory to God on high! | | | | | | | |
416 | Let us love, and sing, and wonder | | | | | | | |
417 | To Zion we go, the seat of our King | | | | | | | |
418 | To our Redeemer's glorious name | | | | | | | |
419 | Just are thy ways, and true thy word | | | | | | | |
420 | O! bless the Lord, my soul! | | | | | | | |
421 | To God the only wise | | | | | | | |
422 | Who can describe the joys that rise | | | | | | | |
423 | Not with our mortal eyes | | | | | | | |
424 | Hosanna to our conquering King! | | | | | | | |
425 | With pleasure we behold | | | | | | | |
426 | How great and solemn is the thing | | | | | | | |
427 | Jesus, and shall it ever be | | | | | | | |
428 | Humble souls, who seek salvation | | | | | | | |
429 | Dear Lord! and will thy pardoning love | | | | | | | |
430 | 'Tis not as led by custom's voice | | | | | | | |
431 | Come, ye beloved of the Lord | | | | | | | |
432 | Do we not know that solemn word | | | | | | | |
433 | Jesus, mighty King in Zion! | | | | | | | |
434 | How great, how solemn is the work | | | | | | | |
435 | The Lord of life this table spread | | | | | | | |
436 | The table now is spread | | | | | | | |
437 | Jesus invites his saints | | | | | | | |
438 | This was compassion like a God | | | | | | | |
439 | When I survey the wondrous cross | | | | | | | |
440 | How sweet and awful is the place | | | | | | | |
441 | So fair a face bedew'd with tears | | | | | | | |
442 | Ere we leave thy table, Lord | | | | | | | |
443 | The Lord of the feast we solemnly bless | | | | | | | |
444 | Defiled I am indeed | | | | | | | |
445 | Join, every tongue, to sing | | | | | | | |
446 | When through the desert vast | | | | | | | |
447 | Pity a helpless sinner, Lord | | | | | | | |
448 | When Jesus undertook | | | | | | | |
449 | What creatures beside, are favour'd like us? | | | | | | | |
450 | O! bless thy servant, dearest Lord | | | | | | | |
451 | May this be a much favour'd hour | | | | | | | |
452 | On what has now been sown | | | | | | | |
453 | Where two or three, with sweet accord | | | | | | | |
454 | Thy presence, gracious God, afford | | | | | | | |
455 | Once more we come before our God | | | | | | | |
456 | The good hand of God has brought us again | | | | | | | |
457 | Dismiss us with thy blessing, Lord! | | | | | | | |
458 | Once more, before we part | | | | | | | |
459 | Lord, help us on thy word to feed | | | | | | | |
460 | The gospel's a message of peace | | | | | | | |
461 | Lord, dismiss us with thy blessing | | | | | | | |
462 | Guide me, O thou great Jehovah! | | | | | | | |
463 | Sons of God, by blest adoption | | | | | | | |
464 | O! for an overcoming faith | | | | | | | |
465 | Not from the dust affliction grows | | | | | | | |
466 | Why do we mourn departed friends | | | | | | | |
467 | Why should we shrink at Jordan's flood | | | | | | | |
468 | Death is no more a frightful foe | | | | | | | |
469 | My soul, this curious house of clay | | | | | | | |
470 | Death and the grave are doleful themes | | | | | | | |
471 | Prepare me, gracious God | | | | | | | |
472 | When langour and disease invade | | | | | | | |
473 | Lord, I am thine, but thou wilt prove | | | | | | | |
474 | When I can read my title clear | | | | | | | |
475 | Father, I long, i faint to see | | | | | | | |
476 | O! the delights, the heavenly joys | | | | | | | |
477 | Give me the wings of faith to rise | | | | | | | |
478 | I love the windows of thy grace | | | | | | | |
479 | My thoughts surmount these lower skies | | | | | | | |
480 | Up to the fields where angels lie | | | | | | | |
481 | Descend from heaven, immortal Dove | | | | | | | |
482 | In heaven my choicest treasure lies | | | | | | | |
483 | Yes, I shall soon be landed | | | | | | | |
484 | Perfect holiness of spirit | | | | | | | |
485 | Christ, the Lord, is risen to-day | | | | | | | |
486 | See! from the dungeon of the dead | | | | | | | |
487 | Christians, dismiss your fear | | | | | | | |
488 | Uprising from the darksome tomb | | | | | | | |
489 | Now for a theme of thankful praise | | | | | | | |
490 | Jesus. our triumphant Head | | | | | | | |
491 | Pleased we read, in sacred story | | | | | | | |
492 | Ye Christians, hear the joyful news | | | | | | | |
493 | Lo! he comes, with clouds descending | | | | | | | |
494 | On yonder glorious height | | | | | | | |
495 | Lo! he comes, arrayed in vengeance | | | | | | | |
496 | Day of judgment, day of wonders! | | | | | | | |
497 | The God of glory sends his summons forth | | | | | | | |