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d201 | My Captain sounds the alarm of war | | | | | | | |
d202 | My God, my life, my love, to thee, to thee I call | | | | | | | |
d203 | My God, the spring of all my joys | | | | | | | |
d204 | My Savior, my almighty Friend | | | | | | | |
d205 | My soul doth magnify the Lord, My spirit doth | | | | | | | |
d206 | My soul forsakes her [each] vain delight | | | | | | | |
d207 | My soul's full of glory, inspiring [which fires] [it fires] my tongue | | | | | | | |
d208 | Never does truth more shine | | | | | | | |
d209 | No, I shall envy them no more | | | | | | | |
d210 | No man, nor angel, can compare With our all glorious God | | | | | | | |
d211 | Not all the blood of beast [beasts], On Jewish altars | | | | | | | |
d212 | Not the malicious or [nor] [and] profane | | | | | | | |
d213 | Not to the terrors of the Lord the tempest fire and smoke | | | | | | | |
d214 | Not with our mortal eyes have we beheld the Lord | | | | | | | |
d215 | Now far above these [the] starry skies | | | | | | | |
d216 | Now from the garden to [of] the cross | | | | | | | |
d217 | Now in a song of grateful praise [love] | | | | | | | |
d218 | Now let our faith grow strong and rise | | | | | | | |
d219 | Now the Savior stands [standeth] [standing] a-pleading [and pleading] | | | | | | | |
d220 | Now to the Lord a noble [joyful] song | | | | | | | |
d221 | Now to the pilgrims born of God | | | | | | | |
d222 | Now we are met in holy fear to hear the happy | | | | | | | |
d223 | Now whilst I try my heart | | | | | | | |
d224 | Now, ye dear saints, break out in praise | | | | | | | |
d225 | O am I born to die | | | | | | | |
d226 | O careless sinner [sinners], come, pray [and] now attend | | | | | | | |
d227 | O don't you hear the alarm | | | | | | | |
d228 | O for a glance of heavenly day | | | | | | | |
d229 | O glorious hope of perfect [heavenly] love | | | | | | | |
d230 | O God, my heart with love inflame | | | | | | | |
d231 | O God, whose favorable eye | | | | | | | |
d232 | O how I have longed for the coming [presence] of God [the Lord] | | | | | | | |
d233 | O how sweet it is to me | | | | | | | |
d234 | O is the king of terrors come | | | | | | | |
d235 | O Jesus, my Savior, to Thee I submit | | | | | | | |
d236 | O sinners, fly to Jesus' arms | | | | | | | |
d237 | O that the Lord would guide my [our] ways | | | | | | | |
d238 | O thou in whose presence my soul takes delight | | | | | | | |
d239 | O what a burdened soul I be | | | | | | | |
d240 | O what a cruel wretch am I to leave my Jesus so | | | | | | | |
d241 | O what a glorious mystery, wonder, wonder, wonder | | | | | | | |
d242 | O what a hardened wretch am I | | | | | | | |
d243 | O when shall I [we] see Jesus and dwell [reign] with Him above | | | | | | | |
d244 | O [When] thou my righteous Judge shall [shalt] come | | | | | | | |
d245 | O with what pleasure we behold | | | | | | | |
d246 | O wretched soul I now begin | | | | | | | |
d247 | O ye blood washed, ransomed sinners | | | | | | | |
d248 | O Zion hear the turtle dove | | | | | | | |
d249 | On Jordan's stormy [rugged] banks I stand, And cast a wishful eye | | | | | | | |
d250 | On Zion, his own holy mount, God will a feast prepare | | | | | | | |
d251 | Once more, dear brethren, join to sing | | | | | | | |
d252 | Our days, alas, our mortal days | | | | | | | |
d253 | Our souls by [in] love together knit [drawn] [joined] | | | | | | | |
d254 | Peace be unto this house, The Son of Peace | | | | | | | |
d255 | Pilgrims, with pleasure let us part | | | | | | | |
d256 | Pity a helpless sinner, Lord | | | | | | | |
d257 | Poor mourning souls, in deep distress | | | | | | | |
d258 | Precious Bible, what a treasure | | | | | | | |
d259 | Proclaim, saith Christ, my wondrous grace | | | | | | | |
d260 | Professed followers of the Lamb | | | | | | | |
d261 | Repent, the voice celestial cries | | | | | | | |
d262 | Ruler of the worlds display thy power | | | | | | | |
d263 | Salem's bright King Jesus by name | | | | | | | |
d264 | Salvation, O the joyful sound | | | | | | | |
d265 | Saved by blood I live to tell | | | | | | | |
d266 | Savior, I do feel Thy merit, sprinkled with redeeming blood | | | | | | | |
d267 | Say, who is she, that looks abroad | | | | | | | |
d268 | See a poor sinner, dearest [gracious] Lord | | | | | | | |
d269 | See how rude winter's icy hand | | | | | | | |
d270 | See the Lord of glory dying | | | | | | | |
d271 | See what a living stone | | | | | | | |
d272 | Shall the vile race of flesh and blood | | | | | | | |
d273 | Shepherds, rejoice, lift up your eyes | | | | | | | |
d274 | Show pity Lord, O Lord, forgive | | | | | | | |
d275 | Sing the dear Savior's glorious fame | | | | | | | |
d276 | Sing to the Lord, ye [you] distant lands | | | | | | | |
d277 | Sinners, arise, the Savior's come | | | | | | | |
d278 | Sinners, behold the Savior stands | | | | | | | |
d279 | Sinners, exposed to endless [dreadful] death | | | | | | | |
d280 | So did the Hebrew prophet raise | | | | | | | |
d281 | Sometimes I think myself so strong | | | | | | | |
d282 | Soon I must [shall] hear the solemn call | | | | | | | |
d283 | Stand up, my soul [our souls], shake off thy [your] fears | | | | | | | |
d284 | Stop, poor sinner [sinners], stop and think | | | | | | | |
d285 | Stupid soul, to folly cleaving | | | | | | | |
d286 | Sweet are the gifts which [that] gracious heaven, On true believers pour | | | | | | | |
d287 | Sweet is the work, my [O] [our] God, [and] [my] [our] King | | | | | | | |
d288 | Sweet was the time when first I felt | | | | | | | |
d289 | That awful day will surely come | | | | | | | |
d290 | That glorious day is drawing nigh | | | | | | | |
d291 | The day is past and gone, the evening shades appear | | | | | | | |
d292 | The fields are all white and the harvest is near | | | | | | | |
d293 | The fountain of Christ, Lord help us to sing | | | | | | | |
d294 | The gloomy night had gathered o'er | | | | | | | |
d295 | The God who rules the host of light | | | | | | | |
d296 | The great God of love, hath shown us the way | | | | | | | |
d297 | The great tremendous day's approaching | | | | | | | |
d298 | The king of heaven his table spreads | | | | | | | |
d299 | The Lord into his garden comes | | | | | | | |
d300 | The Lord my Shepherd is, I shall be well supplied | | | | | | | |