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d101 | Much have I borne, but not as I should bear | | | | | | | |
d102 | My Father and my God, O set this [my] spirit free | | | | | | | |
d103 | My feet are worn and weary with the march | | | | | | | |
d104 | My mother, look not on me now | | | | | | | |
d105 | My soul, go boldly forth | | | | | | | |
d106 | My spirit on Thy care, blest Savior, I recline | | | | | | | |
d107 | My times are in Thy hand | | | | | | | |
d108 | My whole, though broken, heart, O Lord | | | | | | | |
d109 | Night is the time to muse | | | | | | | |
d110 | Night turns to day | | | | | | | |
d111 | No sickness there. No weary wasting of the frame away | | | | | | | |
d112 | Not in thine hours of conflict, Lord | | | | | | | |
d113 | Now all is done, that love, and care | | | | | | | |
d114 | O cheer thee, cheer thee, suffering saint | | | | | | | |
d115 | O God, from whom my spirit came | | | | | | | |
d116 | O God, may I look up to thee | | | | | | | |
d117 | O God, the Lord of place and time | | | | | | | |
d118 | O how soft that bed must be | | | | | | | |
d119 | O let my trembling soul be still | | | | | | | |
d120 | O lightly, lightly tread | | | | | | | |
d121 | O Lord, how happy should [would] we [I] be | | | | | | | |
d122 | O Lord, my best desire [desires] fulfill | | | | | | | |
d123 | O Lord, our strength and righteousness | | | | | | | |
d124 | O my soul, what means this sadness | | | | | | | |
d125 | O Savior, whose mercy, severe in its kindness | | | | | | | |
d126 | O strange infirmity, to think | | | | | | | |
d127 | O sweet as vernal dews, that fill | | | | | | | |
d128 | O thou, all holy, wise, and just | | | | | | | |
d129 | O thou faithful God of love Gladly I thy promise plead | | | | | | | |
d130 | O thou God who hearest prayer | | | | | | | |
d131 | O Thou Majesty Divine | | | | | | | |
d132 | O thou, my kind, chastising God | | | | | | | |
d133 | O thou to wisdom near allied | | | | | | | |
d134 | O thou whose gently chastening hand | | | | | | | |
d135 | O thou, whose wise, paternal love | | | | | | | |
d136 | O weep not for me, I can never be blest | | | | | | | |
d137 | O what is life, 'tis like a flower that blossoms and is gone | | | | | | | |
d138 | Of all the thoughts of God that are borne in upon the soul afar | | | | | | | |
d139 | Oft as the leaper's case I read | | | | | | | |
d140 | One time I was allowed to steer | | | | | | | |
d141 | Parting soul, the flood awaits [floods await] thee | | | | | | | |
d142 | Peace of God, which knows no measure | | | | | | | |
d143 | Perfect in love, Lord can it be | | | | | | | |
d144 | Pilgrim, is thy journey drear | | | | | | | |
d145 | Pleasant are Thy courts above In the land of light | | | | | | | |
d146 | Polar Star of life's dark sea | | | | | | | |
d147 | Precious Bible, what a treasure | | | | | | | |
d148 | Quiet Lord my froward heart | | | | | | | |
d149 | Rejoice in God [Christ] alway | | | | | | | |
d150 | Savior, beneath Thy yoke | | | | | | | |
d151 | Savior, I can welcome sickness | | | | | | | |
d152 | Savior, slain, and slain for me | | | | | | | |
d153 | Savior, when in dust to Thee, low we bow | | | | | | | |
d154 | Sickness is a hallowed season | | | | | | | |
d155 | Since 'tis God's, pain, take your course | | | | | | | |
d156 | Some murmur when their sky is clear | | | | | | | |
d157 | Spirit, leave thine [thy] [the] house of clay | | | | | | | |
d158 | Submissive to thy will, my [O] God | | | | | | | |
d159 | Such was the disciples' cry | | | | | | | |
d160 | Sufferer, art thou conscience-stricken | | | | | | | |
d161 | Sweet is the name of rest | | | | | | | |
d162 | Sweet Sabbath bells, I love your voice | | | | | | | |
d163 | Tell me of that great Physician | | | | | | | |
d164 | Tell me, ye winged winds, that round my pathway roar | | | | | | | |
d165 | The gaudy day is dying | | | | | | | |
d166 | The leaves around me falling | | | | | | | |
d167 | The Son of David bowed to die | | | | | | | |
d168 | There is a calm for those who [that] weep | | | | | | | |
d169 | There is a fountain filled with blood, drawn from Immanuel's vein [veins] | | | | | | | |
d170 | There is a land of pure delight, Where saints immortal reign | | | | | | | |
d171 | There is a state unknown, unseen | | | | | | | |
d172 | There is an hour of peaceful rest | | | | | | | |
d173 | Thou art near, yes, Lord I feel it | | | | | | | |
d174 | Thou God of glorious majesty | | | | | | | |
d175 | Thou man of griefs, remember me | | | | | | | |
d176 | Thou, who didst stoop below | | | | | | | |
d177 | Thou, whose never failing arm, Led me all my earthly way | | | | | | | |
d178 | Though sorrows rise, and dangers roll | | | | | | | |
d179 | Thus saith Jesus, I will keep | | | | | | | |
d180 | 'Tis enough, the hour is come | | | | | | | |
d181 | 'Tis my happiness below | | | | | | | |
d182 | 'Tis sweet when cloudless suns arise | | | | | | | |
d183 | To do, or not to do, to have | | | | | | | |
d184 | To Jesus, the crown of my [our] hope | | | | | | | |
d185 | To prayer, to prayer, for the morning breaks | | | | | | | |
d186 | Tread softly, bow the head | | | | | | | |
d187 | Wait, my soul [heart] upon the Lord | | | | | | | |
d188 | Wake, now, my soul, and humbly hear | | | | | | | |
d189 | Watching, through the silent hours | | | | | | | |
d190 | What are these in bright array | | | | | | | |
d191 | What, many times I musing asked, is man | | | | | | | |
d192 | What though in lonely grief I sigh | | | | | | | |
d193 | When anxious thoughts the [my] bosom fill | | | | | | | |
d194 | When friend from friend is parting | | | | | | | |
d195 | When human hopes all wither | | | | | | | |
d196 | When I can trust my all with God | | | | | | | |
d197 | When in the hour [hours] of lonely woe | | | | | | | |
d198 | When languor and disease invade | | | | | | | |
d199 | When life, as opening buds, is sweet | | | | | | | |
d200 | When morning's first and hallowed ray | | | | | | | |