Lord, didst thou die, but not for me Lord, dismiss us with thy blessing Lord, dost thou say, ask what thou wilt Lord, hast thou call'd me by thy grace Lord, hear a burden'd sinner mourn Lord, how large thy bounties are Lord, how shall wretched sinners dare Lord, I am thine, entirely thine Lord, I cannot let thee go
Lord, must thy gospel fly away
Lord of the earth, and seas, and skies
Lord, send thy servants forth
Lord, send thy word, and let it fly
Lord, thou hast won, at length I yield
Lord, thou, with an unerring beam Lord, vouchsafe to us thy blessing Lord, we adore thy matchless ways
Lord, we come before thee now Lord, when we cast our eyes abroad Love divine, all love excelling Love divine, how sweet the sound
ANY woes had Christ endur'd
May the grace of Christ, our Saviour
Methinks I hear th' archangel sound Methinks the last, great day is come Mighty God, while angels bless thee Mortals, awake, with angels join Most gracious Father, God of all
Nothing but thy blood, O Jesus Not unto us, but thee alone Now begin the heav'nly theme Now for a hymn of praise to God Now in a song of grateful praise Now in thy praise, eternal King Now is th' accepted time
Now let my soul with wonder trace Now let our drooping hearts revive Now let our hearts their glory wake Now let our souls, on wings sublime Now, Lord, the heav'nly seed is sown Now may the God of peace and love Now, now the arduous work is o'er Now the long wish'd for spring is come Now while the gospel net is cast
BY what glimm'ring light we view O could I find some peaceful bow'r O, could I speak the matchless worth O'er those gloomy hills of darkness O for a closer walk with God O for a glance of heav'nly day O God, my Sun, thy blissful rays O God, thou art a Spirit pure
O happy day when saints shall meet
O happy souls, who dwell above O Lord, my Life, my Saviour God O my distrustful heart
O my soul, what means this sadness On Britain, long a favor'd isle
On wings of faith mount up, my soul, and rise
O thou, before whose gracious throne O thou eternal, glorious Lord O thou, from whom all goodness flows O thou that hear'st the pray'r of faith O thou who didst thy glory leave O were my heart but form'd for woe what amazing words of grace what a pleasure 'tis to see O'what shall I do my Saviour to praise O Zion afflicted with wave upon wave
PASCHAL, by
ASCHAL Lamb, by God appointed
Peace by his cross, hath Jesus made
Pilgrims, we are to Canaan bound
Pity a helpless sinner, Lord
Pity, Lord, thy straying sheep
Praise God, from whom all blessings flow
See from the vineyard Jesus comes See Gabriel swift descend to earth See, gracious Lord, before thy throne See how rude winter's icy hand See, how the disobedient son
See, how the little toiling ant
See, Lord, thy willing subjects bow See, on the mount of Calvary See, the Captain of salvation Self-righteous souls on works rely Shall e'er the shadow of a change Shepherd of Israel, bend thine ear Shepherd of Israel, thou dost keep Should famine o'er the mourning field Since Jesus freely did appear Since, Lord, thy mighty grace did call Since thou art pleas'd thy saints to own Since we are call'd to part
Sinners, behold the downward road Sinners, behold the Lamb of God Sinners, rejoice; it's Christ that dy'd Sinners, this solemn truth regard Sinners, will you scorn the messsge Sole Sov'reign of the earth and skies Sons we are thro' God's election Sov'reign grace has pow'r alone Sov'reign grace o'er sin abounding
Stand up, ye saints, and boldly march Stern winter throws his icy chains Strange that so much of heav'n and hell Stretch'd on the cross the Saviour dies Submissive to thy will, my God
Tell me no more of earthly toys
The best of wisdom is to know
The billows swell, the winds are high The Canaanite still in the land
The finest flow'r that ever blow'd The fire, with wild, unbounded pow'r The food, on which thy children live The glitt'ring spangles of the sky
The God of love will sure indulge
The gold and silver are the Lord's The great Invisible unknown The holy Eunuch, when baptiz'd
The intercessions of our Lord
The mighty God that rules the skies The moment a sinner believes
The Paschal Lamb which Israel slew The peace, which God alone reveals The Saviour, O what endless charms The Saviour, with inviting voice The spacious firmament on high
The time is short! the season near
The voice of free grace cries, escape to the mountain
Thou, who didst form the rolling spheres Thou, who for sinners once wast slain Thro' all the downward tracks of time Thro' endless years thou art the same Thus Agur breath'd his warm desire Thus did the pious Abra'm pray Thus far my God hath led me on Thus saith the Shepherd of the sheep Thy bounties, gracious Lord
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