God of my life! to thee I call Grace triumphant in the throne Gracious Lord, our children see! H.
HAPPY are they, to whom the Lord Hark, my soul! it is the Lord
Hark! how time's wide-sounding bell Happy the birth where grace presides Heal us, Immanuel! here we are Hear what God the Lord hath spoken Hear what the Lord, the great Amen He who on earth as man was known Here, at Bethesda's pool, the poor His master taken from his head Holy Lord God! I love thy truth Honour and happiness unite Honey though the bee prepares How blest the righteous are How blest thy creature is, O God! How David, when by sin deceiv'd! How hurtful was the choice of Lot! How kind the good Samaritan !- How lost was my condition!
How soon the Saviour's gracious call! How sweet the name of Jesus sounds! How tedious and tasteless the hours! How welcome to the saints, when press'd Hungry, and faint, and poor
If Paul in Cæsar's court must stand If Solomon for wisdom pray'd
If the Lord our leader be
If to Jesus for relief-
Martha her love and joy express'd
I thirst, but not as once I did I was a grov'lling creature once I will praise thee ev'ry day I would, but cannot sing Jesus Christ, the Lord's anointed Jesus, to what didst thou submit? Jesus, who bought us with his blood Jesus, whose blood so freely stream'd Jesus, where'er thy people meet Jesus is mine! I'm now prepar'd John, in a vision, saw the day Joy is a fruit that will not grow
KINDLE, Saviour, Kindred in Christ, for his dear sake
LEGION was my name by nature Let hearts and tongues unite Let me dwell on Golgotha
Let us adore the grace that seeks Let us love, and sing, and wonder Let worldly minds the world pursue Lord, my soul with pleasure springs Lord, thou hast won! at length I yield - Lord, who hast suffer'd all for me!
Lord! what is man? extremes how wide!
MANNA to Israel well supply'd
Mary to her Saviour's tomb
May the grace of Christ our Saviour
Mercy, O thou Son of David!
My barns are full, my stores increase My former hopes are dead
My God! how perfect are thy ways! My God! till I receiv'd thy stroke My harp, untun'd, and laid aside My song shall bless the Lord of all My soul once had its plenteous years My soul! this curious house of clay My soul is beset
My soul is sad, and much dismay'd
Now, gracious Lord, thine arm reveal! Now let us join with hearts and tongues Now may fervent pray'r årise
the Lord reveal his face! Now, Lord, inspire the preacher's heart! Now may He, who from the dead
Or all the gifts thine hand bestows Often thy means of public grace Oft as the bell, with solemn toll Oft as the leper's case I read Oft in vain the voice of truth O God! whose favourable eye O David's Son, and David's Lord! O Lord, our languid souls inspire O Lord, how vile am I ! O Lord, my best desiré fulfil O thou, at whose almighty word O happy they who know the Lord! O speak that gracious word again! Oh! for a closer walk with God
Oh ! may the power which melts the rock O how I love thy holy word!
Once a woman silent stood,
Once on a time a paper
Once perishing in blood I lay
Once while we aim'd at Zion's songs On man, in his own image made On the same flow'r we often see One awful word which Jesus spoke One glance of thine, eternal Lord! One there is, above all others Oppress'd with unbelief and sin Our Lord, who knows full well
PENSIVE, doubting, fearful heart Physician of my sin-sick soul
Pleasing spring again is here.
Poor Esau repented too late
Poor sinners! little do they think
Poor, weak, and worthless though I am
Pray'r an answer will obtain
Preachers may from Ezekiel's case
Precious Bible! what a treasure!
QUIET, Lord, my froward heart
REFRESHED by the bread and wine. Rejoice, believer, in the Lord! Remember us, we pray thee, Lord! Return to bless my waiting eyes!
SAFELY through another week Salvation! what a glorious plan! Sav'd by blood, I live to tell Saviour, shine, and cheer my soul! Saviour, visit thy plantation! See Aaron, God's anointed priest See! another is year gone
See! how rude winter's icy hand
Sight, hearing, feeling, taste, and smell
Sometimes a light surprises Son of God! thy people shield Sov'reign grace has pow'r alone Stop, poor sinner! stop, and think Strange and mysterious is my life Supported by the word
Sweet was the time when first I felt Sweeter sounds than music knows
TEN thousand talents once I ow'd That was a wonder-working word That man no guard or weapons needs The church a garden is
The God who once to Israel spoke
The grass and flow'rs which clothe the field The Lord, our salvation and light
The Spirit breathes upon the word
The gath'ring clouds with aspect dark The book of nature open lies
The moon in silv'ry glory shone
The moon has but a borrow'd light The ice and snow we lately saw The subtle spider often weaves The Saviour calls his people sheep The water stood like walls of brass The billows swell, the winds are high The Saviour hides his face
The new-born child of Gospel-grace The Lord receives his highest praise The wishes that the sluggard frames
The saints Immanuel's portion are
The peace which God alone reveals The Father we adore
The castle of the human heart
The evils that beset our path
The kine unguided went
The Lord will happiness divine
The Lord proclaims his grace abroad The lion that on Samson roar'd The manna, favour'd Israel's meat The message first to Smyrna sent The prophets' sons, in times of old The Saviour! what a noble flame ! The saints should never be dismay'd The Shunammite, oppress'd with grief The signs which God to Gideon gave The word of Christ, our Lord
There is a fountain fill'd with blood
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