A Collection of Psalms, Hymns and Spiritual Songs; suited to the various kinds of Christian worship; and especially designed for and adapted to the Fraternity of the Brethren...

Editor: James Quinter
Publisher: James Quinter, Covington, Oh., 1867
Denomination: Church of the Brethren, Dunkers
Language: English
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501My drowsy pow'rs, why sleep ye so?Page Scan
502O, he whom Jesus lov'd has truly spoken!Page Scan
503Lab'rers of Christ, arisePage Scan
504Onward, Christian, though the regionPage Scan
505We are living, we are dwelling Page Scan
506'Tis not the skill of human artPage Scan
507Do not I love thee, O my Lord?Page Scan
508Had I the tongues of Greeks and JewsPage Scan
509The ransom'd spirit to her homePage Scan
510Let Pharisees of high esteemPage Scan
511Our God is love; and all his saintsPage Scan
512Saviour! teach me, day by dayPage Scan
513Happy the meek, whose gentle breastPage Scan
514The importance of a sacred ritePage Scan
515Love is the fountain whencePage Scan
516When we cannot see our wayPage Scan
517Patience! O, what a grace divine!Page Scan
518When groves by moonlight silence keepPage Scan
519The world can neither give nor takePage Scan
520Had I a throne above the restPage Scan
521Great Author of the immortal mind!Page Scan
522Teach me yet more of thy blest waysPage Scan
523Lord, what a wretched land is thisPage Scan
524What poor, despised companyPage Scan
525And dost thou say, "Ask what thou wilt?"Page Scan
526I asked the Lord that I might growPage Scan
527My God! is any hour so sweetPage Scan
528Prayer is the soul's sincere desirePage Scan
529To thee, my God, whose presence fillsPage Scan
530From ev'ry stormy wind that blowsPage Scan
531I want a heart to prayPage Scan
532Lord, teach thy servants how to prayPage Scan
533What various hindr'nces we meetPage Scan
534Father of faithful Abra'm, hearPage Scan
535Thou great First Cause! least understoodPage Scan
536When Abrah'm, full of sacred awePage Scan
537Great Lord, of all thy churches, hearPage Scan
538Saviour, visit thy plantationPage Scan
539O Lord! thy work revivePage Scan
540Pray'r is the breath of God in manPage Scan
541O help us, Lord! each hour of needPage Scan
542O Lord, to us, assembled herePage Scan
543There is an eye that never sleepsPage Scan
544Come, my soul, thy suit preparePage Scan
545Awake my soul; stretch ev'ry nervePage Scan
546Rise, O my soul, pursue the pathPage Scan
547Wouldst thou an erring soul redeemPage Scan
548Speak gently to the erring onesPage Scan
549That man, no guard or weapon needsPage Scan
550What strange perplexities arise!Page Scan
551Teach me, my God and KingPage Scan
552The Christian knows his God arightPage Scan
553What tho' no flow'rs the fig-tree clothePage Scan
554Dear Lord! though bitter is the cupPage Scan
555One prayer I have--all prayers in onePage Scan
556Thus I resolv'd before the LordPage Scan
557Ye servants of the LordPage Scan
558Jesus, my King, proclaims the warPage Scan
559Soldiers of the cross, arise!Page Scan
560Nay, tell us not of dangers direPage Scan
561Am I a soldier of the cross?Page Scan
562Equip me for the warPage Scan
563My soul, be on thy guardPage Scan
564Happy the man that finds the gracePage Scan
565Awake, my zeal, awake my lovePage Scan
566O for that flame of living firePage Scan
567Friend after friend departsPage Scan
568So fades the lovely, blooming flow'rPage Scan
569Why, weep for those, frail child of woPage Scan
570Saviour, now receive himPage Scan
571Earth's transitory things decayPage Scan
572When life, as opening buds, is sweetPage Scan
573How blest the righteous when he dies!Page Scan
574"We've no abiding city here"Page Scan
575It is not death to diePage Scan
576Far from these narrow scenes of nightPage Scan
577Hear what the voice from heav'n proclaimsPage Scan
578Go to thy rest, fair child!Page Scan
579As the sweet flow'r that scents the mornPage Scan
580Why should we start, and fear to diePage Scan
581Thy life I read, my dearest LordPage Scan
582Pastor, thou art from us takenPage Scan
583My span of life will soon be donePage Scan
584From his low bed of mortal dustPage Scan
585Ye mourning saints, whose streaming tearsPage Scan
586My soul, come meditate the dayPage Scan
587If I must die, O, let me diePage Scan
588How sweet the hour of closing dayPage Scan
589Farewell, bright soul, a short farewellPage Scan
590Go to the grave in all thy glorious primePage Scan
591Wake up, my muse, condole the lossPage Scan
592Yes, she is gone--yet do not thouPage Scan
593In this lone hour of deep distressPage Scan
594Behold the western ev'ning light!Page Scan
595Say, why should friendship grieve for thosePage Scan
596Beneath our feet, and o'er our headPage Scan
597O, most delightful hour by manPage Scan
598Asleep in Jesus! blessed sleepPage Scan
599Why should our tears in sorrow flowPage Scan
600Thou art gone to the grave! but we will not deplore theePage Scan

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