Village Hymns

#	Text	Tune
201	Why sinks my weak desponding mind
202	My soul would fain indulge a hope
203	Wherefore should man, frail child of clay
204	My soul doth magnify the Lord
205	Come, ye [you] [we] that [who] love the Lord [Christ], And let your [our] joys
206	Blessed Redeemer, how divine
207	Happy the heart where graces reign
208	Eye hath not seen, nor ear hath heard
209	The ransomed spirit to her home
210	My gracious Redeemer I [I'll] love
211	Of all the joys we mortals [which creatures] know
212	'Tis a point I long to know
213	Did I possess the gift of tongues
214	Let party names no more
215	How sweet, how [and] heavenly is the sight
216	Sweet peace of conscience, heavenly guest
217	Come, heavenly peace of mind
218	Now let our voices join
219	My times of sorrow and of joy Great God, are in
220	Our hearts are fastened to this [the] world
221	And must I part with all I have
222	Let those who bear the Christian name
223	O Lord, my best desire [desires] fulfill
224	Jesus once left his throne on high
225	Through all the changing scenes of life, In trouble
226	The God of my salvation lives
227	Give to the winds thy [your] fears
228	Begone, unbelief, [for] my [our] Savior is near
229	Happy the man who finds the grace
230	Zeal is that [the] pure and heavenly flame
231	Jesus, my King, proclaims the war
232	Awake, my soul, lift up thine eyes
233	What jarring natures dwell within
234	With tears of anguish I lament
235	Lord, I'm defil'd in every part
236	'Tis first of all thyself to know
237	And what am I, my soul awake
238	Once I thought my mountain strong
239	How tedious and tasteless [restless and tiresome] the hours
240	Where is now our boasted Savior
241	Encompassed with clouds of distress
242	Happy the hours, the golden days
243	Sweet was the time when first I felt
244	I asked the Lord that I might grow
245	How far, alas, in sinful ways
246	Dear Jesus, let thy pitying eye Call back a wandering sheep
247	Blest Savior, by thy powerful word
248	Did Christ o'er sinners weep?
249	World adieu thou real [cruel] cheat
250	How false this earth in all its forms
251	Dead be my heart to all below, To mortal joys and mortal cares
252	In vain the giddy world enquires
253	I send the joys of earth away
254	Dear refuge of my [the] weary soul, On thee, when sorows rise
255	Jesus, Lover [Savior] of my soul, Let me to thy bosom [refuge] fly
256	And will the offended God again
257	O thou to whose all searching sight
258	O could our thoughts and wishes fly
259	My soul be on thy [your] guard
260	Alas what hourly dangers rise
261	Savior, we wait the day
262	When I survey the wondrous cross
263	When I the blest Redeemer see
264	How sweet the name of Jesus sounds
265	Sweet the moments, rich in blessing
266	Through this wide [wild] wilderness I roam
267	Children of God who faint and slow
268	The Lord of light though veiled awhile
269	As when the [a] weary traveler gains
270	Pilgrim, burdened with thy sin, Haste to Zion's
271	Fountain of light, whose copious stream
272	Sometimes a light surprises
273	O happy soul that [who] lives on high, While men lie grovelling
274	When I can read my title clear
275	Thrice happy souls [men] [they], who born [heirs] from [of] heaven
276	Guide me, O thou great Jehovah
277	Rise, my soul, and stretch thy wings
278	Now let our souls, on wings sublime
279	Father divine, thy piercing eye
280	Return, my [each] roving heart, return
281	Whilst thee I seek, protecting power
282	Far from the world, O Lord, I [I'd] [we] flee
283	Father, whate'er of earthly bliss
284	Come Holy Ghost, my soul inspire, This one great gift
285	I love to steal awhile away
286	What various hindrances we meet
287	Jesus, who knows full well
288	Prayer is the soul's [heart's] [saint's] sincere desire
289	Prayer is [was] appointed to convey
290	Father of all, thy care we bless
291	Religion's form is vain
292	Let Zion's watchman all awake
293	Praise to the Lord on high
294	Men of God, go take your stations
295	O thou, before whose gracious throne
296	What though the arm of conquering death
297	I love thy kingdom, Lord
298	Once, O Lord, thy garden flourished
299	O Sun of righteousness divine, On us
300	How few the word of God regard