Blessed spirit, homeward rise....
Blessed are they, whose guilt is gone
Blest be the God who men inspir'd.. . .
Blest are the souls that hear and know.
Blessed are the poor in spirit.... . . . .
Blest Jesus, source of grace divine.
Blest, who far from all mankind..
Blest Messenger of pure delight..
Blessed are the sons of God....
Blood has a voice to pierce the skies..
Blow ye the trumpet, blow......
Brethren, those who come to bliss. . .
Brethren, would you know your stay
Breathe on thy garden, Heav'nly Wind.
Buried in shadows of the night....
By faith we soar, and force our flight. . .
By various maxims, forms, and rules...

Captain of Isr'el's host, and guide.
Children of the heav'nly King...

467

54

170

228

960

286

316

331

418

117

263

438

178

172

259

455

463

210

....

359

Christ is the friend of sinners..
Christ is the sinner's 'only friend..

435

44

Christ knows the heights of heav'nly bliss..

91

Christ our passover is slain. . . . .

78

Christ, whose glory fills the skies.

35

Come, ye that seek and love the Lord.

14

Come, Lord, from above, the mountains re

move....

299

Come, Lord, and help us to rejoice.

377

Come let us ascend, my companion and friend 332

Come, ye that love the Lord..

Come, thou Fount of ev'ry blessing.

Come on, my partners in distress.
Come let our hearts and voices join.
Come, dearest Lord, descend and dwell..
Come, all harmonious tongues.

Come, ye

sinners poor

and wretched..

Complete in Christ, how sweet to those..
Compar'd with Christ in all beside.

Dear Lord, and shall thy Spirit rest.
Dear Lord, the path to thine abode.
Dear refuge of my weary soul...

Death cannot make our souls afraid..
Deep in the bosom of our God.....

Deep are the wounds which sin hath made..
Do we believe what Jesus saith.....
Does fleshly nature dread to die.

341

322

360

403

: 526

327

356

152

271

167 361.

407

466

41

262

571

503

Faith, though it seeks the poor...

453

Faith gives a holy glow to sense..
Faith in the bleeding Lamb... .

506

552

Far as the church's fall took place..........

156

Father, how wide thy glory shines....

Far from my thoughts, vain world, be gone.

Father, I long, I faint to see...

319

1

473

From thee, my God, my joys shall rise

468

Full of unutterable grace..

510

Flee, ye vain joys of earth, away...

326

Gird thy loins up, Christian soldier..

416

Give me the wings of faith to rise..
Give to our God immortal praise.
Glory to that celestial ray.

Glory to God who reigns above..
Go worship at Immanuel's feet..

77

- 43

Go, you that rest upon the law.

533

God with us, O glorious Name..
God is a name my soul adores..

33

26

God of our life, to thee we raise..

218

God of my life, whose gracious power.

245

'God, my supporter, and my hope..

329

Great God, attend while Zion sings.
Great God of providence, thy ways...

556

518

Great God, what hosts of angels stand..
Great God, amid the darksome night.
Great God, to me the sight afford..
Great God, whose universal sway.

374

345

272

88

Great God, thy glories shall employ...

4

Great High-Priest, we view thee stooping.. 121
Guide us, O thou great Jehovah..

520

Hail, everlasting Lord.

31

Hail, blest Immanuel, brightest, grandest one 339

Happy the souls to Jesus joined....
Happy the heart where graces reign.
Happiness, thou lovely name.

68

303

349

Hark! 'tis the solemn midnight cry..
Hark the voice of love and mercy..

494

: 110-

He that hath made his refuge God..
He dies! the Friend of sinners dies.

358

64

Hence from my soul, sad thoughts, be gone 542

Head of the church triumphant.

High in the heav'ns, eternal God.

High in yonder realms of light.

Himself he cannot save.

Holy as thou, O Lord, is none.

Holy, holy, holy Lord..

335

8

472

83

2

19

32

How glorious is thy human frame..
How high a priv'lege 'tis to know.
How great the Christian's portion is..
How great
the love, how rich the grace.
How grand to feel a God immense..

53

97

144

559

How firm a foundation, ye saints of the Lord 379 How firm the saints' foundations stand.... 409

How happy are the new-born race....

How happy is the pilgrim's lot...

How weak the thoughts and vain.
How glorious is the life above...
How meanly dwells the human mind.
How charming is the place..
How can I sink with such a prop.
How can ye hope, deluded souls..
How do thy mercies close me round.
How sad our state by nature is. . . . .
How sweet the name of Jesus sounds.
How sweet and solenn is the place..
How long in darkness have I stray'd.
How hard and rugged is the way.

424

314

497

475

495.

538

187

225

351

256

69

583

566

554

How glorious is that faith..

449

How oft have sin and Satan strove.

195

How happy are we, our election who see.

217

How beauteous are their feet.....

257

How tedious and tasteless the hours,.

264