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204 | Stoop down, my thoughts, that [which] used [use] to rise | | | | | | | |
205 | Hark, the herald angels sing, glory to the newborn King | | | | | | | |
206 | Hither, ye faithful, haste with [in] songs of triumph | | | | | | | |
207 | Shepherds, rejoice, and send your fears away | | | | | | | |
208 | Great God, thy penetrating eye | | | | | | | |
209 | Eternal power, almighty God | | | | | | | |
210 | Awake, my soul, attune the lyre | | | | | | | |
211 | Infinite grace, and can it be | | | | | | | |
212 | When first the God of boundless grace | | | | | | | |
213 | One glance of thine, eternal Lord | | | | | | | |
214 | Awake, my tongue, thy tribute bring | | | | | | | |
215 | To us a child is born from heaven | | | | | | | |
216 | Awake, awake, arise, and hail the glorious morn | | | | | | | |
217 | In Christ I've all my soul's desire | | | | | | | |
218 | Infinite excellence is thine | | | | | | | |
219 | Jesus the incarnate God of love | | | | | | | |
220 | Ye glittering toys of earth, adieu | | | | | | | |
221 | Why should a living man complain | | | | | | | |
222 | Jesus, my dreadful leprosy | | | | | | | |
223 | Like Bartimeus, we are blind | | | | | | | |
224 | Say, who is she, that looks abroad | | | | | | | |
225 | On Zion, his own holy mount, God will a feast prepare | | | | | | | |
226 | Great Lord of all thy churches, hear | | | | | | | |
227 | What jarring natures dwell within | | | | | | | |
228 | How great, how terrible that God | | | | | | | |
229 | Dare we indulge to [our] wrath and strife | | | | | | | |
230 | Why, O my soul, these anxious cares | | | | | | | |
231 | Come, O my soul, look up and see | | | | | | | |
232 | How happy are the souls above, From sin | | | | | | | |
233 | Behold the gloomy vale | | | | | | | |
234 | When languor and disease invade | | | | | | | |
235 | Ah wretched vile ungrateful heart | | | | | | | |
236 | Great God, to thee I make | | | | | | | |
237 | Now is the accepted time | | | | | | | |
238 | Methinks the last great day is come | | | | | | | |
239 | Let party names no more | | | | | | | |
240 | How sweet, how [and] heavenly is the sight | | | | | | | |
241 | Look up, my soul, with glad surprise | | | | | | | |
242 | Why, mourning soul [souls], why flow these tears | | | | | | | |
243 | Thy people, Lord, who trust thy word | | | | | | | |
244 | Afflicted saint [saints] [soul] [souls], to Christ [God] draw near | | | | | | | |
245 | Now Lord, thy heavenly [gospel] seed is sown | | | | | | | |
246 | Come dearest Lord, and bless this day | | | | | | | |
247 | Dear Lord, my best desires fulfil | | | | | | | |
248 | Thus far my God hath [has] led me on | | | | | | | |
249 | Stand up ye saints and boldly march | | | | | | | |
250 | What does the worldling gain | | | | | | | |
251 | Arm of the Lord, awake, awake, put on thy strength | | | | | | | |
252 | Pilgrims, we are to Canaan bound | | | | | | | |
253 | Dismiss us with Thy blessing, Lord, Help | | | | | | | |
254 | Now may the God of peace and love | | | | | | | |
255 | Not unto us but thee alone | | | | | | | |
256 | Come, Holy Spirit, heavenly dove, with all thy quickening powers | | | | | | | |
257 | Broad is the road [stream] that leads to death [wrath] | | | | | | | |
258 | Death, like an overflowing stream | | | | | | | |
259 | Ye humble souls complain no more | | | | | | | |
260 | When to his father's fond embrace The prodigal returned | | | | | | | |
261 | Let thoughtless thousands [sinners] choose the road | | | | | | | |
262 | O for a glance of heavenly day | | | | | | | |
263 | When from the precepts to the cross | | | | | | | |