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d101 | Like her who in Samaria's bound | | | | | | | |
d102 | Lo he cometh countless trumpets | | | | | | | |
d103 | Lo what an entertaining sight | | | | | | | |
d104 | Lord, dismiss us with thy blessing | | | | | | | |
d105 | Lord, I am pained; but I resign My body to thy will | | | | | | | |
d106 | Lord, I am poor, yet hear my call | | | | | | | |
d107 | Lord, I confess before thy face | | | | | | | |
d108 | Lord, I hear of [that] [the] showers of blessing | | | | | | | |
d109 | Lord, shall we part with gold for dross | | | | | | | |
d110 | Lord, teach a sinful child to pray | | | | | | | |
d111 | Love God with all your soul and strength | | | | | | | |
d112 | Mary to her [the] Savior's tomb | | | | | | | |
d113 | May I resolve with all my heart | | | | | | | |
d114 | Methinks the last great day is come | | | | | | | |
d115 | My dear Redeemer, and my Lord | | | | | | | |
d116 | My Father, when I come to thee | | | | | | | |
d117 | My heart, vain world, engage no more | | | | | | | |
d118 | My heavenly Father, all I see around me and above | | | | | | | |
d119 | My life's a narrow span | | | | | | | |
d120 | My Savior, my almighty Friend | | | | | | | |
d121 | My soul, repeat His praise Whose mercies are so | | | | | | | |
d122 | No, I'll repine at death no more | | | | | | | |
d123 | Nor eye hath seen nor ear hath heard | | | | | | | |
d124 | Now, for a while, aside I'll lay | | | | | | | |
d125 | Now, gracious Lord, thine [thy] arm reveal | | | | | | | |
d126 | Now, gracious Lord, we lift | | | | | | | |
d127 | Now in my early days | | | | | | | |
d128 | Now in the heat [flush] of youthful blood | | | | | | | |
d129 | Now let a true [pure] ambition rise | | | | | | | |
d130 | O could our thoughts and wishes fly | | | | | | | |
d131 | O how divine how sweet the joy | | | | | | | |
d132 | O how pleasant 'tis to sing | | | | | | | |
d133 | O Lord, forgive a sinful child | | | | | | | |
d134 | O Lord, our Lord, how wondrous great Is thine exalted name | | | | | | | |
d135 | O that my load of sin were [was] gone | | | | | | | |
d136 | O thou, before whose gracious throne | | | | | | | |
d137 | O 'tis a lovely thing for youth | | | | | | | |
d138 | O world of bliss could mortal eyes | | | | | | | |
d139 | On Judah's plains as shepherds sat Watching [kept Watch o'er] their flocks | | | | | | | |
d140 | On this sweet morn my Lord arose | | | | | | | |
d141 | Once more we keep the sacred day | | | | | | | |
d142 | One awful word which Jesus spoke | | | | | | | |
d143 | One there is above all others, well [who] deserves | | | | | | | |
d144 | Only this frail and fleeting breath | | | | | | | |
d145 | Our Savior, Jesus, heavenly King | | | | | | | |
d146 | Our Savior was a lovely child | | | | | | | |
d147 | Praise to the Sovereign of the sky | | | | | | | |
d148 | Prayer is the soul's [heart's] [saint's] sincere desire | | | | | | | |
d149 | Prayer is [was] appointed to convey | | | | | | | |
d150 | Raise your triumphant songs | | | | | | | |
d151 | Religion is the chief concern | | | | | | | |
d152 | Remark my soul [with awe] the narrow bounds | | | | | | | |
d153 | Rise, my soul, and stretch thy wings | | | | | | | |
d154 | See the vineyard of the Lord | | | | | | | |
d155 | Sinner [sinners], the voice of God regard | | | | | | | |
d156 | Stern winter throws his [her] [its] icy chains | | | | | | | |
d157 | The darkened sky, how thick it lowers | | | | | | | |
d158 | The day approacheth [approaches], O my soul | | | | | | | |
d159 | The day is past and gone, the evening shades appear | | | | | | | |
d160 | The heavens declare thy glory, Lord, in every star | | | | | | | |
d161 | The hoary frost, the fleecy snow descend | | | | | | | |
d162 | The praises of my tongue | | | | | | | |
d163 | The soul untaught is dark as night | | | | | | | |
d164 | There is a God who [that] reigns above | | | | | | | |
d165 | There is a path that leads to | | | | | | | |
d166 | There is, beyond the sky, A heaven of joy and love | | | | | | | |
d167 | These are the things I ought to mind | | | | | | | |
d168 | Think, O ye, who fondly languish, O'er the grave | | | | | | | |
d169 | This day belongs to God alone | | | | | | | |
d170 | This is a precious book indeed | | | | | | | |
d171 | This is the day when Christ arose | | | | | | | |
d172 | Thou shalt have no more gods but me | | | | | | | |
d173 | Though it would yield an angel | | | | | | | |
d174 | Through sorrow's night and danger's path [way] [road] | | | | | | | |
d175 | 'Tis not a single vocal tone | | | | | | | |
d176 | To do to others as I would that they should do to me | | | | | | | |
d177 | To heaven I lift my eyes | | | | | | | |
d178 | To praise the [thee] ever bounteous [beauteous] Lord | | | | | | | |
d179 | Ungrateful sinner [sinners] whence this scorn | | | | | | | |
d180 | Unthinking mortals ye must die | | | | | | | |
d181 | Up to thy throne I'll lift my eyes | | | | | | | |
d182 | Vast are thy works, almighty Lord | | | | | | | |
d183 | We come with joy and gladness | | | | | | | |
d184 | We offer, Lord, an humble prayer | | | | | | | |
d185 | We thank the Lord who brought us here | | | | | | | |
d186 | Welcome, sweet day of rest | | | | | | | |
d187 | Well, the Redeemer's gone | | | | | | | |
d188 | We've passed a pleasant Sabbath day | | | | | | | |
d189 | What sinners value, I resign | | | | | | | |
d190 | What various hindrances we meet | | | | | | | |
d191 | When all my follies I recount | | | | | | | |
d192 | When all thy [your] mercies, O my [our] God [gracious Lord] | | | | | | | |
d193 | When blooming youth is [are] snatched [called] away | | | | | | | |
d194 | When daily I kneel down to pray | | | | | | | |
d195 | When I can read my title clear | | | | | | | |
d196 | When I visit Jesus' grave in spirit | | | | | | | |
d197 | When Jesus dwelt in mortal clay | | | | | | | |
d198 | When Jesus hung upon the tree | | | | | | | |
d199 | When marshalled on the nightly [mighty] plain | | | | | | | |
d200 | When the poor leper's case I read | | | | | | | |