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H.XXXVI | Beset with snares and filled with dread | | | | | | | |
H.XXXVII | Blest are the humble souls that [who] see | | | | | | | |
H.XXXVIII | Blest be the everlasting [eternal] God | | | | | | | |
H.XXXIX | Blest is the man whose tender heart | | | | | | | |
H.XL | Blow ye [you] the trumpet, blow | | | | | | | |
H.XLI | Can creatures to perfection find | | | | | | | |
H.XLII | Celestial King, our spirits lie | | | | | | | |
H.XLIII | Come, blessed Lord, descend and dwell | | | | | | | |
H.XLIV | Come, let us join our cheerful songs With angels round the throne | | | | | | | |
H.XLV | Come, Lord, and warm each languid heart, Inspire each lifeless tongue | | | | | | | |
H.XLVI | Come weary soul [souls] with sin [sins] distressed | | | | | | | |
H.XLVII | Come, ye [you] [we] that [who] love the Lord [Christ], And let your [our] joys | | | | | | | |
H.XLVIII | Come, ye that love the Savior's name | | | | | | | |
H.XLIX | Death may dissolve my body now, And bear my spirit home | | | | | | | |
H.L | Deep are the wounds which [that] sin has [hath] made | | | | | | | |
H.LI | Descend, ye hosts of angels bright | | | | | | | |
H.LII | Do not I love thee, O my Lord [God]? Behold my heart and see | | | | | | | |
H.LIII | Dost thou my worthless [thy children's] name record | | | | | | | |
H.LIV | Eternal God, Almighty casue | | | | | | | |
H.LV | Eternal God, enthroned on high | | | | | | | |
H.LVI | Eternal God, I bless thy name | | | | | | | |
H.LVII | Eternal love, how large the sum | | | | | | | |
H.LVIII | Eternal Power, whose high abode | | | | | | | |
H.LIX | Eternal source of every joy | | | | | | | |
H.LX | Eternal Spirit, we confess | | | | | | | |
H.LXI | Eternal Wisdom thee we praise | | | | | | | |
H.LXII | Exalted Prince of life, we own | | | | | | | |
H.LXIII | Faith is the brightest evidence | | | | | | | |
H.LXIV | Far from my [our] thoughts, vain world, be gone | | | | | | | |
H.LXV | Father, is not thy promise sure | | | | | | | |
H.LXVI | Father of all! eternal mind! | | | | | | | |
H.LXVII | Father of all! whose cares extend | | | | | | | |
H.LXVIII | Father of light! conduct my feet | | | | | | | |
H.LXIX | Father of light! we sing thy name | | | | | | | |
H.LXX | Father of mercies, in thine [thy] house | | | | | | | |
H.LXXI | Father of mercies, in thy [your] word | | | | | | | |
H.LXXII | Father of mercies, send thy grace | | | | | | | |
H.LXXIII | Folly builds high upon the sand | | | | | | | |
H.LXXIV | Gentiles by nature, we belong | | | | | | | |
H.LXXV | God, in the gospel of his [the] Son | | | | | | | |
H.LXXVI | God is a spirit, just and wise | | | | | | | |
H.LXXVII | God of eternity, from thee | | | | | | | |
H.LXXVIII | God of my life, my thanks to thee | | | | | | | |
H.LXXIX | God of my life, through all its [my] days | | | | | | | |
H.LXXX | God moves in a mysterious way | | | | | | | |
H.LXXXI | God reigns, events in order flow | | | | | | | |
H.LXXXII | Great Author of all nature's frame | | | | | | | |
H.LXXXIII | Great Author of the immortal mind | | | | | | | |
H.LXXXIV | Great Father of mankind | | | | | | | |
H.LXXXV | Great First of beings, mighty Lord | | | | | | | |
H.LXXXVI | Great Former of this various [wondrous] frame | | | | | | | |
H.LXXXVII | Great God, amid [amidst] the darksome night | | | | | | | |
H.LXXXVIII | Great God, the nations of the earth Are by creation thine | | | | | | | |
H.LXXXIX | Great Source of boundless power and grace | | | | | | | |
H.XC | Great Source of life, our souls confess | | | | | | | |
H.XCI | Had I the tongues of Greeks and Jews | | | | | | | |
H.XCII | Hail, King supreme, all wise and good | | | | | | | |
H.XCIII | Hail, thou once despised Jesus | | | | | | | |
H.XCIV | Happy is he, whose early years [days] | | | | | | | |
H.XCV | Happy the Church, thou [the] sacred place | | | | | | | |
H.XCVI | Happy the man whose caucious steps | | | | | | | |
H.XCVII | Happy the mind where graces reign | | | | | | | |
H.XCVIII | Hark! from on high a solemn voice | | | | | | | |
H.XCIX | Hark, from the tomb [tombs] a doleful [warning] [mournful] sound | | | | | | | |
H.C | Hark, it is the wisdom's voice | | | | | | | |
H.CI | Hark, the glad sound, the Savior comes | | | | | | | |
H.CII | Hark, 'tis our heavenly Leader's voice | | | | | | | |
H.CIII | Hear, gracious God [Lord], my humble moan [prayer] | | | | | | | |
H.CIV | High let us swell [raise] our tuneful notes | | | | | | | |
H.CV | Hosanna to the Prince of life | | | | | | | |
H.CVI | How are thy servants blest, O Lord [God] | | | | | | | |
H.CVII | How beauteous are their [his] feet | | | | | | | |
H.CVIII | How gracious and how wise | | | | | | | |
H.CIX | How great thy works, almighty God | | | | | | | |
H.CX | How honorable is the place | | | | | | | |
H.CXI | How large the promise, how divine | | | | | | | |
H.CXII | How long shall death, the tyrant, reign | | | | | | | |
H.CXIII | How oft, alas, this [our] wretched [sinful] [wicked] heart | | | | | | | |
H.CXIV | How rich are thy provisions, Lord | | | | | | | |
H.CXV | How rich thy bounty, King of kings | | | | | | | |
H.CXVI | How short and hasty is our life | | | | | | | |
H.CXVII | How should the sons of Adam's race | | | | | | | |
H.CXVIII | How sweet and awful [holy] [sacred] is the place | | | | | | | |
H.CXIX | How sweetly along the gay mead | | | | | | | |
H.CXX | If high or low our staion be | | | | | | | |
H.CXXI | I hear the voice of woe, I hear a brother's sigh | | | | | | | |
H.CXXII | I'm not ashamed to own my [the] Lord | | | | | | | |
H.CXXIII | Imposture shrinks from light | | | | | | | |
H.CXXIV | Indulgent Father, how divine | | | | | | | |
H.CXXV | Indulgent God, whose bounteous care O'er all thy works is shown | | | | | | | |
H.CXXVI | Infinite grief, amazing woe | | | | | | | |
H.CXXVII | In such a grave as this | | | | | | | |
H.CXXVIII | In vain the erring world inquires | | | | | | | |
H.CXXIX | In vain we lavish out our lives To gather empty wind | | | | | | | |
H.CXXX | In vain would boasting reason find | | | | | | | |
H.CXXXI | In various forms to saints of old | | | | | | | |
H.CXXXII | I sing my Savior's wondrous death | | | | | | | |
H.CXXXIII | Jesus, I love thy glorious [precious] [sacred] [saving] name | | | | | | | |
H.CXXXIV | Jesus is gone above the skies [sky] | | | | | | | |
H.CXXXV | Jesus, my Lord, how rich thy grace | | | | | | | |