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d601 | O what great comfort is it, to give praise | | | | | | | |
d602 | O what is't Lord, that you would have me do | | | | | | | |
d603 | Of all those judgements which thy word | | | | | | | |
d604 | On thee, my sure foundation | | | | | | | |
d605 | Open thine eyes, my soul, and see | | | | | | | |
d606 | Our gold, rich king of poverty | | | | | | | |
d607 | Our hearts, Oh blessed God incline | | | | | | | |
d608 | Our voice how should we raise | | | | | | | |
d609 | Philosophers have measured mountains | | | | | | | |
d610 | Plunged in grief and in distress | | | | | | | |
d611 | Poor soul, the centre of my sinful earth | | | | | | | |
d612 | Prepare for songs he's come he's come | | | | | | | |
d613 | Rejoice not without fear, my heart | | | | | | | |
d614 | Relieve my soul with thy dear mercies balms | | | | | | | |
d615 | Remember death: for, now my tongue | | | | | | | |
d616 | Remember how, beside the bands | | | | | | | |
d617 | Remember me, thou great I AM | | | | | | | |
d618 | Renowned men their herds to keep | | | | | | | |
d619 | Rich gifts, and graces manifold | | | | | | | |
d620 | Rise, royal Zion [Sion], rise and sing | | | | | | | |
d621 | Rise, thou first and fairest morning | | | | | | | |
d622 | Rivers run, and springs each one | | | | | | | |
d623 | Sacred dear Father of all things created | | | | | | | |
d624 | Sacred director of divine Sion | | | | | | | |
d625 | Sacred redeemer let my prayers pierce | | | | | | | |
d626 | Said I not so that I would sin no more | | | | | | | |
d627 | Said [not causeless] it hath been | | | | | | | |
d628 | Savior, if thy precious love | | | | | | | |
d629 | Schweige Still | | | | | | | |
d630 | See brethren, what a pleasing bliss | | | | | | | |
d631 | See, see, the sky from storms is clear | | | | | | | |
d632 | See sinful soul thy Savior's suffering see | | | | | | | |
d633 | Seek the Lord, and in his ways persevere | | | | | | | |
d634 | Seize on my Saviors tender flesh, scarce grown | | | | | | | |
d635 | Shall frost and snow give praise to thee | | | | | | | |
d636 | Shall mountain, desert, beast, and tree | | | | | | | |
d637 | Since all of us, near kinsmen be | | | | | | | |
d638 | Since, by election, I am sent | | | | | | | |
d639 | Since, Lord, thou hast well pleased been | | | | | | | |
d640 | Since now, my babe, of sleep possest | | | | | | | |
d641 | Since they in singing, take delight | | | | | | | |
d642 | Since thou hast Lord, appointed so | | | | | | | |
d643 | Sing Hallelujah to our Lord | | | | | | | |
d644 | Sing, my soul, to God thy Lord | | | | | | | |
d645 | Six days, O Lord, the world to make | | | | | | | |
d646 | So cause us, Lord, to think | | | | | | | |
d647 | So much who knows, that he can say | | | | | | | |
d648 | So oft as neighbors disagree | | | | | | | |
d649 | So powerful are the faithful cries | | | | | | | |
d650 | So sharp and bitter be the wrongs | | | | | | | |
d651 | Some, have a custom, when they bring | | | | | | | |
d652 | Sorrow betide my sins, must smart so soon | | | | | | | |
d653 | Strange truth, that the selfsame should be | | | | | | | |
d654 | Stupendous love, That I so soon should be | | | | | | | |
d655 | Sure, you may be that orient light | | | | | | | |
d656 | Surpassing Lord, whose mercies have surpast | | | | | | | |
d657 | Surrounding hosts of enemies | | | | | | | |
d658 | Sweet infancy | | | | | | | |
d659 | Sweet Jesu, why, why dost thou love | | | | | | | |
d660 | Sweet Jesus is the name | | | | | | | |
d661 | Sweet slumbers come and chase away | | | | | | | |
d662 | Sweet tenants of this grove | | | | | | | |
d663 | Take courage, O my soul, and rest | | | | | | | |
d664 | Take heed, my heart, for in my breast | | | | | | | |
d665 | Take heed, my heart, how thou let in | | | | | | | |
d666 | Teach us by his example, Lord | | | | | | | |
d667 | Tears have done | | | | | | | |
d668 | Tell me you bright stars that shine | | | | | | | |
d669 | That rage as David's sore declared | | | | | | | |
d670 | That rage whereof the Psalm doth say | | | | | | | |
d671 | The badge of faith bids, ne'er forget | | | | | | | |
d672 | The birds that here so merrily do sing | | | | | | | |
d673 | The Blessed Virgin travailed without pain | | | | | | | |
d674 | The constant Christian still doth good pursue | | | | | | | |
d675 | The day is now returned | | | | | | | |
d676 | The favor, Lord, which of thy grace | | | | | | | |
d677 | The fields, for prayer, Isaac chose | | | | | | | |
d678 | The first which brought the blessed news | | | | | | | |
d679 | The flowers which washed away almost | | | | | | | |
d680 | The forty days are ending, and you go | | | | | | | |
d681 | The God of bliss | | | | | | | |
d682 | The Lamb is eaten, and is yet again | | | | | | | |
d683 | The pleasant years that seem so swift | | | | | | | |
d684 | The prince of darkness, flushed with victory | | | | | | | |
d685 | The propagation of our kind | | | | | | | |
d686 | The several Sundays of man's life | | | | | | | |
d687 | The sixth day's light may weekly bring | | | | | | | |
d688 | The spouse sought her beloved one | | | | | | | |
d689 | The sun, hath since we last were here | | | | | | | |
d690 | The sun is gone, like to the day | | | | | | | |
d691 | The Sun of our soul's light, Thee would I call | | | | | | | |
d692 | The talents we possess | | | | | | | |
d693 | The winds of God have changed their note | | | | | | | |
d694 | The world will talk, and let the world talk on | | | | | | | |
d695 | The world's bright comforter, whose beamsome light | | | | | | | |
d696 | They who their Father had forsook | | | | | | | |
d697 | Thine anger, Lord, how short the stay | | | | | | | |
d698 | This blessing, Lord, to me impart | | | | | | | |
d699 | This day, O Christ, thy flesh did bleed | | | | | | | |
d700 | This day, the planets in the spheres | | | | | | | |