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aCCLXXXVI | Away my unbelieving fear | | | | | | | |
aCCLXXXVII | Lord, didst thou die, but not for me? | | | | | | | |
aCCLXXXVIII | Ye trembling souls, dismiss your fears | | | | | | | |
aCCLXXXIX | Unclean, unclean, and full of sin | | | | | | | |
aCCXC | Begone, unbelief, [for] my [our] Savior is near | | | | | | | |
aCCXCI | Happy the man who finds the grace | | | | | | | |
aCCXCII | Blest men, who stretch their willing hands | | | | | | | |
aCCXCIII | While carnal men, with all their might | | | | | | | |
aCCXCIV | With melting heart [hearts] and weeping eyes | | | | | | | |
aCCXCV | Jesus, full of all compassion | | | | | | | |
aCCXCVI | Gracious Lord, incline thine ear | | | | | | | |
aCCXCVII | Beset with snares on every hand | | | | | | | |
aCCXCVIII | And will the eternal King | | | | | | | |
aCCXCIX | And will the offended God again | | | | | | | |
aCCC | How happy is the pilgrim's lot | | | | | | | |
aCCCI | Rise, my soul, and stretch thy wings | | | | | | | |
aCCCII | Awake my soul, stretch every nerve | | | | | | | |
aCCCIII | My Captain sounds the alarm of war | | | | | | | |
aCCCIV | Jesus, at thy command | | | | | | | |
aCCCV | Jesus, Lover [Savior] of my soul, Let me to thy bosom [refuge] fly | | | | | | | |
aCCCVI | Now let the feeble all be strong | | | | | | | |
aCCCVII | Great God, what hosts of angels stand | | | | | | | |
aCCCVIII | Hear, gracious God [Lord], my humble moan [prayer] | | | | | | | |
aCCCIX | I would but cannot sing | | | | | | | |
aCCCX | The wandering star and fleeting wind | | | | | | | |
aCCCXI | Oft have I turned my eye [eyes] within | | | | | | | |
aCCCXII | Why should a living man complain | | | | | | | |
aCCCXIII | Jesus, let thy pitying eye | | | | | | | |
aCCCXIV | How did the powers of darkness rage | | | | | | | |
aCCCXV | Sweet was the time when first I felt | | | | | | | |
aCCCXVI | Dear refuge of my [the] weary soul, On thee, when sorows rise | | | | | | | |
aCCCXVII | Great leader of thine Isr'l's host | | | | | | | |
aCCCXVIII | O my soul, what means this sadness | | | | | | | |
aCCCXIX | Father, whate'er of earthly bliss | | | | | | | |
aCCCXX | Alas what hourly dangers rise | | | | | | | |
aCCCXXI | I asked the Lord that I might grow | | | | | | | |
aCCCXXII | Praise to thy name, eternal God | | | | | | | |
aCCCXXIII | Now let our souls, on wings sublime | | | | | | | |
aCCCXXIV | Thus far my God hath [has] led me on | | | | | | | |
aCCCXXV | Ye servant [servants] of the Lord, Each in his [your] office waits | | | | | | | |
aCCCXXVI | Assist us, Lord, thy name to praise | | | | | | | |
aCCCXXVII | O thou that hast redemption wrought | | | | | | | |
aCCCXXVIII | Hark, 'tis our heavenly Leader's voice | | | | | | | |
aCCCXXIX | Return, my [each] roving heart, return | | | | | | | |
aCCCXXX | Great God, oppress'd with grief and fear | | | | | | | |
aCCCXXXI | What strange perplexities arise | | | | | | | |
aCCCXXXII | Father divine, thy piercing eye | | | | | | | |
aCCCXXXIII | Great God, where'er we pitch our tent | | | | | | | |
aCCCXXXIV | Ah [O] wretched souls who strive in vain | | | | | | | |
aCCCXXXV | Father of all thy care we bless | | | | | | | |
aCCCXXXVI | Great God, now condescend | | | | | | | |
aCCCXXXVII | See Isr'l's gentle Shepherd stand [stands] | | | | | | | |
aCCCXXXVIII | In loud [sweet] exalted strains | | | | | | | |
aCCCXXXIX | Great God, thy watchful care we bless | | | | | | | |
aCCCXL | Dear Shepherd of thy people here, Thy presence | | | | | | | |
aCCCXLI | How charming is the place | | | | | | | |
aCCCXLII | Lord of hosts, how lovely [how bright] [divinely] fair | | | | | | | |
aCCCXLIII | How lovely, how divinely sweet | | | | | | | |
aCCCXLIV | Thou, Lord, my safety, thou my Light | | | | | | | |
aCCCXLV | Almighty Maker, God, How wondrous is thy name | | | | | | | |
aCCCXLVI | The joyful morn, my God, is come | | | | | | | |
aCCCXLVII | Holy wonder, heavenly grace | | | | | | | |
aCCCXLVIII | Another six days' work is done | | | | | | | |
aCCCXLIX | Awake our drowsy souls, shake off | | | | | | | |
aCCCL | Frequent the [this] day of [O] God returns | | | | | | | |
aCCCLI | When, O dear Jesus, when shall I [we] | | | | | | | |
aCCCLII | Thine earthly Sabbath [Sabbaths], Lord we love | | | | | | | |
aCCCLIII | What various hindrances we meet | | | | | | | |
aCCCLIV | Lord, I cannot let thee go Till a blessing thou bestow | | | | | | | |
aCCCLV | Come, humble sinner, in whose breast | | | | | | | |
aCCCLVI | Unto thee altar, Lord, A broken heart I bring | | | | | | | |
aCCCLVII | Sprinkled with reconciling blood I dare approach thy throne, O God | | | | | | | |
aCCCLVIII | Our Father, whose eternal sway | | | | | | | |
aCCCLIX | Where two or three, with sweet accord | | | | | | | |
aCCCLX | In vain Apollo's silver tongue | | | | | | | |
aCCCLXI | Thy presence, gracious God, afford | | | | | | | |
aCCCLXII | How free and boundless is the grace | | | | | | | |
aCCCLXIII | Lord, we come before thee now | | | | | | | |
aCCCLXIV | How long, thou faithful God, shall I | | | | | | | |
aCCCLXV | Dearest Savior, help thy servant | | | | | | | |
aCCCLXVI | Now while the gospel net is cast | | | | | | | |
aCCCLXVII | Did Christ o'er sinner's weep | | | | | | | |
aCCCLXVIII | Come, thou soul transforming Spirit | | | | | | | |
aCCCLXIX | Sinful, and blind, and poor | | | | | | | |
aCCCLXX | Ascend thy throne, almighty King | | | | | | | |
aCCCLXXI | Look down, O Lord, with pitying eye | | | | | | | |
aCCCLXXII | Now Lord, thy heavenly [gospel] seed is sown | | | | | | | |
aCCCLXXIII | On what has now been sown | | | | | | | |
aCCCLXXIV | To distant lands thy gospel send | | | | | | | |
aCCCLXXV | While sinners who presume to bear | | | | | | | |
aCCCLXXVI | Come, guilty souls, and flee away | | | | | | | |
aCCCLXXVII | How shall the sons of men appear | | | | | | | |
aCCCLXXVIII | Is Jesus mine, I'm now prepared | | | | | | | |
aCCCLXXIX | Self destroyed, for help I pray | | | | | | | |
aCCCLXXX | See Felix, clothed with pomp and power | | | | | | | |
aCCCLXXXI | O that the Lord indeed would me, his servant | | | | | | | |
aCCCLXXXII | Lord God, omnipotent to bless | | | | | | | |
aCCCLXXXIII | Our Savior alone, the Lord let us bless | | | | | | | |
aCCCLXXXIV | Not unto us but thee alone | | | | | | | |
aCCCLXXXV | This God is the God we adore | | | | | | | |