God of my life! to thee I call
Grace triumphant in the throne
Gracious Lord, our children see!
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HAPPY are they, to whom the Lord
Hark, my soul! it is the Lord
Hark! how time's wide-sounding bell
Happy the birth where grace presides
Heal us, Immanuel! here we are
Hear what God the Lord hath spoken
Hear what the Lord, the great Amen
He who on earth as man was known
Here, at Bethesda's pool, the poor
His master taken from his head
Holy Lord God! I love thy truth
Honour and happiness unite
Honey though the bee prepares
How blest the righteous are
How blest thy creature is, O God!
How David, when by sin deceiv'd!
How hurtful was the choice of Lot!
How kind the good Samaritan !-
How lost was my condition!
How soon the Saviour's gracious call!
How sweet the name of Jesus sounds!
How tedious and tasteless the hours!
How welcome to the saints, when press'd
Hungry, and faint, and poor
If Paul in Cæsar's court must stand
If Solomon for wisdom pray'd
If the Lord our leader be
If to Jesus for relief-
Martha her love and joy express'd
I thirst, but not as once I did
I was a grov'lling creature once
I will praise thee ev'ry day
I would, but cannot sing
Jesus Christ, the Lord's anointed
Jesus, to what didst thou submit?
Jesus, who bought us with his blood
Jesus, whose blood so freely stream'd
Jesus, where'er thy people meet
Jesus is mine! I'm now prepar'd
John, in a vision, saw the day
Joy is a fruit that will not grow
KINDLE, Saviour,
Kindred in Christ, for his dear sake
LEGION was my name by nature
Let hearts and tongues unite
Let me dwell on Golgotha
Let us adore the grace that seeks
Let us love, and sing, and wonder
Let worldly minds the world pursue
Lord, my soul with pleasure springs
Lord, thou hast won! at length I yield -
Lord, who hast suffer'd all for me!
Lord! what is man? extremes how wide!
MANNA to Israel well supply'd
Mary to her Saviour's tomb
May the grace of Christ our Saviour
Mercy, O thou Son of David!
My barns are full, my stores increase
My former hopes are dead
My God! how perfect are thy ways!
My God! till I receiv'd thy stroke
My harp, untun'd, and laid aside
My song shall bless the Lord of all
My soul once had its plenteous years
My soul! this curious house of clay
My soul is beset
My soul is sad, and much dismay'd
Now, gracious Lord, thine arm reveal!
Now let us join with hearts and tongues
Now may fervent pray'r årise
the Lord reveal his face! Now, Lord, inspire the preacher's heart! Now may He, who from the dead
Or all the gifts thine hand bestows
Often thy means of public grace
Oft as the bell, with solemn toll
Oft as the leper's case I read
Oft in vain the voice of truth
O God! whose favourable eye
O David's Son, and David's Lord!
O Lord, our languid souls inspire
O Lord, how vile am I !
O Lord, my best desiré fulfil
O thou, at whose almighty word
O happy they who know the Lord!
O speak that gracious word again!
Oh! for a closer walk with God
Oh ! may the power which melts the rock
O how I love thy holy word!
Once a woman silent stood,
Once on a time a paper
Once perishing in blood I lay
Once while we aim'd at Zion's songs
On man, in his own image made
On the same flow'r we often see
One awful word which Jesus spoke
One glance of thine, eternal Lord!
One there is, above all others
Oppress'd with unbelief and sin
Our Lord, who knows full well
PENSIVE, doubting, fearful heart
Physician of my sin-sick soul
Pleasing spring again is here.
Poor Esau repented too late
Poor sinners! little do they think
Poor, weak, and worthless though I am
Pray'r an answer will obtain
Preachers may from Ezekiel's case
Precious Bible! what a treasure!
QUIET, Lord, my froward heart
REFRESHED by the bread and wine.
Rejoice, believer, in the Lord!
Remember us, we pray thee, Lord!
Return to bless my waiting eyes!
SAFELY through another week
Salvation! what a glorious plan!
Sav'd by blood, I live to tell
Saviour, shine, and cheer my soul!
Saviour, visit thy plantation!
See Aaron, God's anointed priest
See! another is
year gone
See! how rude winter's icy hand
Sight, hearing, feeling, taste, and smell
Sometimes a light surprises
Son of God! thy people shield
Sov'reign grace has pow'r alone
Stop, poor sinner! stop, and think
Strange and mysterious is my life
Supported by the word
Sweet was the time when first I felt
Sweeter sounds than music knows
TEN thousand talents once I ow'd
That was a wonder-working word
That man no guard or weapons needs
The church a garden is
The God who once to Israel spoke
The grass and flow'rs which clothe the field
The Lord, our salvation and light
The Spirit breathes upon the word
The gath'ring clouds with aspect dark
The book of nature open lies
The moon in silv'ry glory shone
The moon has but a borrow'd light
The ice and snow we lately saw
The subtle spider often weaves
The Saviour calls his people sheep
The water stood like walls of brass
The billows swell, the winds are high
The Saviour hides his face
The new-born child of Gospel-grace
The Lord receives his highest praise
The wishes that the sluggard frames
The saints Immanuel's portion are
The peace which God alone reveals
The Father we adore
The castle of the human heart
The evils that beset our path
The kine unguided went
The Lord will happiness divine
The Lord proclaims his grace abroad
The lion that on Samson roar'd
The manna, favour'd Israel's meat
The
message first to Smyrna sent
The prophets' sons, in times of old
The Saviour! what a noble flame !
The saints should never be dismay'd
The Shunammite, oppress'd with grief
The signs which God to Gideon gave
The word of Christ, our Lord
There is a fountain fill'd with blood
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