Day of judgment, day of wonders...
Dear Lord, what awful darkness fills
Dear Saviour may this church of thine
Dear God, 'tis pleasant to behold
Dearest Lord, thou hast commanded
Dearest Jesus, come to me
Dearest of all the names above
Death cannot make my soul afraid
Death, how important is thy stroke
Descend from heav'n, Immortal Dove
Dismiss us, with thy blessing, Lord
Dread Sov'reign, let my ev'ning song
Fair as the moon my robes appear...
Far from my thoughts, vain world, begone
Father, Son, and Holy Ghost..
Father, forgive, the Saviour said
Father, I long, I faint to see
Father, we seek thy grace
Father, ere we hence depart
Firm as the earth thy gospel stands
Fly, ye sinners, to yon mountain
For mercies countless as the sands
For weary saints a rest remains..
Free grace is my theme
Free grace to ev'ry heav'n-born soul...
From persecution's fiery rage.
From the dear flock of Jesu's saints
From the great Redeemer's fulness
From Candace s queen the eunuch came
Gather my saints together, speaks
Gird thy loins up, christian soldier
Give to the Father praise
Grace, how exceeding sweet to those
Gracious Spirit, dove divine
Great is the Lord, his works of might
Great Jehovah's love endureth
Great source of all the eternal grace
Great God, I own thy sentence just
Great God, convert our souls to thee..
Great God, attend, while Zion sings
Great source of light, without a shade
Great potentate, supremely wise...
Great are the glories of the Lamb
Great rock, for weary sinners made
Guide me,
O thou great Jehovah
Hear what the hope of Israel saith.
He dies, the Friend of sinners dies
He dies, the great Redeemer dies
Hence from my soul, sad thoughts begone.
High on a hill of dazzling light
Ho! ev'ry one that thirsts, draw nigh
How strange is the course that a christian must steer
Lord, how divine thy comforts are .....
Lord, how lovely is thy temple
Lord, we adore thy bounteous hand
Lord, pity outcasts, vile and base
Love will I ever sing
Love was the great self-moving cause
Love mov'd him to die
Love is a sacred heav'nly theme
Luke-warm souls, the foe grows stronger
Mercy, good Lord, mercy I ask
Mercy is welcome news indeed
Mistaken souls, that dream of heav'n..
More sweet than the nightingale's lays
Moses once as God directed
Much we talk of Jesu's blood
My former hopes are dead
My God, the spring of all my joys
My God, my King, thy various praise
My God, the cov'nant of thy love
My times of sorrow, and of joy
My Saviour God, my Sov'reign Prince
My soul, with joy attend..
My wond'ring soul, what dost thou see
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