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CCCI | Rise, my soul, and stretch thy wings | | | | | | | |
CCCII | Awake, my soul, stretch ev'ry nerve | | | | | | | |
CCCIII | My captain sounds the alarm of war | | | | | | | |
CCCIV | Jesus, at thy command | | | | | | | |
CCCV | Jesus lover of my soul | | | | | | | |
CCCVI | Now let the feeble all be strong | | | | | | | |
CCCVII | Great God, what hosts of angels stand | | | | | | | |
CCCVIII | Hear, gracious God, my humble moan | | | | | | | |
CCCIX | I would, but cannot sing | | | | | | | |
CCCX | The wandering star, and fleeting wind | | | | | | | |
CCCXI | Oft have I turn'd my eye within | | | | | | | |
CCCXII | Why should a living man complain | | | | | | | |
CCCXIII | Jesus let thy pitying eye | | | | | | | |
CCCXIV | How did the powers of darkness rage | | | | | | | |
CCCXV | Sweet was the time when first I felt | | | | | | | |
CCCXVI | Dear refuge of my weary soul | | | | | | | |
CCCXVII | Great leader of thine Israel's host | | | | | | | |
CCCXVIII | O my soul, what means this sadness? | | | | | | | |
CCCXIX | Father, whate'er of earthly bliss | | | | | | | |
CCCXX | Alas, what hourly dangers rise! | | | | | | | |
CCCXXI | I ask'd the Lord that I might grow | | | | | | | |
CCCXXII | Praise to thy name, eternal God | | | | | | | |
CCCXXIII | Now let our souls, on wings sublime | | | | | | | |
CCCXXIV | Thus far my God hath led me on | | | | | | | |
CCCXXV | Ye servants of the Lord | | | | | | | |
CCCXXVI | Assist us, Lord, thy name to praise | | | | | | | |
CCCXXVII | O thou, that hast redemption wrought! | | | | | | | |
CCCXXVIII | Hark, 'tis our heavenly leader's voice | | | | | | | |
CCCXXIX | Return, my roving heart, return | | | | | | | |
CCCXXX | Great God, oppress'd with grief and fear | | | | | | | |
CCCXXXI | What strange perplexities arise | | | | | | | |
CCCXXXII | Father divine, thy piercing eye | | | | | | | |
CCCXXXIII | Great God, where'er we pitch our tent | | | | | | | |
CCCXXXIV | Oh wretched souls, who strive in vain | | | | | | | |
CCCXXXV | Father of all, thy care we bless | | | | | | | |
CCCXXXVI | Great God, now condescend | | | | | | | |
CCCXXXVII | See Israel's gentle Shepherd stand | | | | | | | |
CCCXXXVIII | In sweet exalted strains | | | | | | | |
CCCXXXIX | Great God, thy watchful care we bless | | | | | | | |
CCCXL | Dear shepherd of the people hear | | | | | | | |
CCCXLI | How charming is the place | | | | | | | |
CCCXLII | Lord of hosts, how lovely fair | | | | | | | |
CCCXLIII | How lovely, how divinely sweet | | | | | | | |
CCCXLIV | Thou, Lord, my safety, thou my Light | | | | | | | |
CCCXLV | Almighty Maker, God! | | | | | | | |
CCCXLVI | The joyful morn, my God, is come | | | | | | | |
CCCXLVII | Holy wonder, heavenly grace | | | | | | | |
CCCXLVIII | Another six days work is done | | | | | | | |
CCCXLIX | Awake, our drowsy souls | | | | | | | |
CCCL | Frequent the day of God returns | | | | | | | |
CCCLI | When, O dear Jesus, when shall I | | | | | | | |
CCCLII | Thine earthly Sabbaths, Lord, we love | | | | | | | |
CCCLIII | What various hindrances we meet | | | | | | | |
CCCLIV | Lord, I cannot let thee go | | | | | | | |
CCCLV | Come, humble sinner, in whose breast | | | | | | | |
CCCLVI | Unto thine altar, Lord | | | | | | | |
CCCLVII | Sprinkled with reconciling blood | | | | | | | |
CCCLVIII | Our Father, whose eternal sway | | | | | | | |
CCCLIX | There two or three, with sweet accord | | | | | | | |
CCCLX | In vain Apollo's silver tongue | | | | | | | |
CCCLXI | Thy presence, gracious God, afford | | | | | | | |
CCCLXII | How free and boundless is the grace | | | | | | | |
CCCLXIII | Lord, we come before thee now | | | | | | | |
CCCLXIV | How long, thou faithful God, shall I | | | | | | | |
CCCLXV | Dearest Savior, help thy servant | | | | | | | |
CCCLXVI | Now while the gospel net is cast | | | | | | | |
CCCLXVII | Did Christ o'er sinner's weep | | | | | | | |
CCCLXVIII | Come, thou soul-transforming spirit | | | | | | | |
CCCLXIX | Sinful, and blind, and poor | | | | | | | |
CCCLXX | Ascend thy throne, almighty King | | | | | | | |
CCCLXXI | Look down, O Lord, with pitying eye | | | | | | | |
CCCLXXII | Now, Lord, thy heavenly seed is sown | | | | | | | |
CCCLXXIII | On what has now been sown | | | | | | | |
CCCLXXIV | To distant lands thy gospel send | | | | | | | |
CCCLXXV | While sinners, who presume to bear | | | | | | | |
CCCLXXVI | Come, guilty souls, and flee away | | | | | | | |
CCCLXXVII | How shall the sons of men appear | | | | | | | |
CCCLXXVIII | Is Jesus mine! I am now prepared | | | | | | | |
CCCLXXIX | Self-destroy'd, for help I pray | | | | | | | |
CCCLXXX | See Felix, cloth'd with pomp and power | | | | | | | |
CCCLXXXI | O that the Lord indeed | | | | | | | |
CCCLXXXII | Lord God, omnipotent to bless | | | | | | | |
CCCLXXXIII | Our Savior alone | | | | | | | |
CCCLXXXIV | Not unto us. but thee alone | | | | | | | |
CCCLXXXV | This God is the God we adore | | | | | | | |
CCCLXXXVI | Thou dear Redeemer, dying Lamb | | | | | | | |
CCCLXXXVII | Glory to God on high! | | | | | | | |
CCCLXXXVIII | Dismiss us with Thy blessing, Lord | | | | | | | |
CCCLXXXIX | Lord, dismiss us with thy blessing | | | | | | | |
CCCXC | Now may the God of peace and love | | | | | | | |
CCCXCI | The peace which God alone reveals | | | | | | | |
CCCXCII | May the grace of Christ our Savior | | | | | | | |
CCCXCIII | To Father Son and Holy Ghost | | | | | | | |
CCCXCIV | To the eternal Three | | | | | | | |
CCCXCV | Praise God, from whom all blessings flow | | | | | | | |
CCCXCVI | Give glory to God, ye children of men | | | | | | | |
CCCXCVII | To Father, Son, and Holy Ghost | | | | | | | |
CCCXCVIII | What are possessions, fame and power | | | | | | | |
CCCXCIX | In vain the giddy world inquires | | | | | | | |
CD | Deluded souls! who think to find | | | | | | | |