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201 | When Jesus dwelt in mortal clay | | | | | | | |
202 | How pleasing to behold and see | | | | | | | |
203 | The tempter to my soul hath said | | | | | | | |
204 | Fling out the banner! let it float | | | | | | | |
205 | O peace of God, sweet peace of God | | | | | | | |
206 | While life prolongs its precious light | | | | | | | |
207 | A broken heart, my God, my King! | | | | | | | |
208 | While o'er our guilty land, O Lord | | | | | | | |
209 | My only Saviour! when I feel | | | | | | | |
210 | Unveil thy bosom, faithful tomb | | | | | | | |
211 | How blest are they whose transient years | | | | | | | |
212 | How blest the sacred tie that binds | | | | | | | |
213 | Happy the church, thou sacred place | | | | | | | |
214 | O source divine, and life of all | | | | | | | |
215 | Father of spirits! nature's God! | | | | | | | |
216 | Our Saviour bow'd beneath the wave | FEDERAL STREET | | | | | | |
217 | How vain is all beneath the skies! | | | | | | | |
218 | Welcome, ye hopeful heirs of heav'n | | | | | | | |
219 | Thou only Sov'reign of my heart | | | | | | | |
220 | How pleasant, how divinely fair | | | | | | | |
221 | The Lord will come, the earth shall quake | | | | | | | |
222 | O suff'ring Friend of human kind! | | | | | | | |
223 | Lord, now we part in Thy blest name | | | | | | | |
224 | Away from earth my spirit turns | | | | | | | |
225 | Now let our souls, on wings sublime | | | | | | | |
226 | There is a voice in every gale | | | | | | | |
227 | My dear Redeemer and my Lord | | | | | | | |
228 | Blest are the humble souls that see | | | | | | | |
229 | No change of time shall ever shock | | | | | | | |
230 | From Calvary a cry was heard | | | | | | | |
231 | Soon may the last glad song arise | | | | | | | |
232 | 'Twas on that night, when deem'd to know | | | | | | | |
233 | Why should we start and fear to die? | | | | | | | |
234 | How sweet to leave the world awhile | | | | | | | |
235 | Though all the world my choice deride | | | | | | | |
236 | Behold the blind their sight receive! | | | | | | | |
237 | How blest the righteous when he dies! | | | | | | | |
238 | As the sweet flow'r that scents the morn | | | | | | | |
239 | Far from my thoughts, vain world! | | | | | | | |
240 | The billows swell, the winds are high | | | | | | | |
241 | Broad is the road that leads to death | | | | | | | |
242 | What sinners value I resign | | | | | | | |
243 | O Lord! when faith with fixed eyes | | | | | | | |
244 | Dear is the spot where Christians sleep | | | | | | | |
245 | Come, Christian brethren, ere we part | | | | | | | |
246 | From every stormy wind that blows | | | | | | | |
247 | Jesus shall reign where'er the sun | | | | | | | |
248 | Jesus, the spring of joys divine | | | | | | | |
249 | Return, my roving heart, return | | | | | | | |
250 | When we the sacred grave survey | | | | | | | |
251 | O Thou pure light of souls that love | | | | | | | |
252 | Jesus, thou Shepherd of the sheep | | | | | | | |
253 | Blest hour, when mortal man retires | | | | | | | |
254 | When I survey the wondrous cross | | | | | | | |
255 | Thy footsteps, Lord, with joy we trace | | | | | | | |
256 | Sun of my soul! thou Saviour dear | | | | | | | |
257 | Father! with protecting care | | | | | | | |
258 | Glory to Thee, my God, this night | | | | | | | |
259 | God of my life! Thy boundless grace | | | | | | | |
260 | 'Tis midnight; and on Olive's brow | | | | | | | |
261 | There is a calm for those who weep | | | | | | | |
262 | In silence of the voiceless night | | | | | | | |
263 | Asleep in Jesus! blessed sleep | | | | | | | |
264 | Sleep thy last sleep, free from care and sorrow | | | | | | | |
265 | Jesus, thou source of calm repose | | | | | | | |
266 | My Prophet Thou, my heav'nly Guide | | | | | | | |
267 | Sweet is the work, my God! my King! | | | | | | | |
268 | Lead, kindly Light! amid th' encircling gloom | | | | | | | |
269 | Star of peace, to wand'rers Weary | | | | | | | |
270 | Come, you that love the Saviour's name | | | | | | | |
271 | Mistaken souls, that dream of heav'n | | | | | | | |
272 | The dove, let loose in eastern skies | | | | | | | |
273 | There is a name I love to hear | | | | | | | |
274 | Jesus, these eyes have never seen | CHELMSFORD | | | | | | |
275 | Our souls, by love together knit | | | | | | | |
276 | Blest is the man whose soft'ning heart | | | | | | | |
277 | Rise, O my soul! pursue the path | | | | | | | |
278 | I know that my Redeemer lives | | | | | | | |
279 | Behold, the mountain of the Lord | | | | | | | |
280 | Go, and the Saviour's grace proclaim | | | | | | | |
281 | With joy we own Thy servant, Lord | | | | | | | |
282 | How oft, alas! this wretched heart | | | | | | | |
283 | Thou art our Shepherd, glorious God! | | | | | | | |
284 | In mem'ry of the Saviour's love | | | | | | | |
285 | Our souls are in the Saviour's hand | | | | | | | |
286 | Lord, as to Thy dear cross we flee | | | | | | | |
287 | Great God! Thy penetrating eye | | | | | | | |
288 | Thee we adore, Eternal Name | | | | | | | |
289 | Mercy alone can meet my case | | | | | | | |
290 | In every trouble, sharp and strong | | | | | | | |
291 | There's not a tint that paints the rose | | | | | | | |
292 | With joy we meditate the grace | | | | | | | |
293 | When languor and disease invade | | | | | | | |
294 | The Savior bids us watch and pray | | | | | | | |
295 | My God, the spring of all my joys | | | | | | | |
296 | When all Thy mercies, O my God! | | | | | | | |
297 | And did the Holy and the Just | | | | | | | |
298 | We sing the Saviour's wondrous death | | | | | | | |
299 | Majestic sweetness sits enthron'd | | | | | | | |
300 | O God! my heart is fully bent | | | | | | | |