Glory to thee whose powerful word Great God, where'er we pitch our tent Hark! the Jubilee is sounding Hark! hark! what sounds are those, &c. Ilail! sov'reign love that first began How lost was my condition How sweet the name of Jesus sounds How happy every child of grace How firm a foundation, yé saints, &c. Hosanna to Jesus, I'm fill'd with his praises Hear what God the Lord hath spoke Hail the blest morn when ne great, &c. His mercies in Jesus renew'd, How dreadful is the sinner's fate How often, Lord, have I believed 209 How sad are the moments when wandering, &c. 239 How strange is the course that a Christian, &c. 244 How grandly the bow stretches over the sky. 297 I'm on the road to Canaan, &c. In all my Lord's appointed ways 've listed in the holy war In vain my fancy strives to paint In the floods of tribulation In de dark woods, no Indian nigh love the Lord" is still the strain I love thee, I love thee, I love thee, &c. . 94 109 116 137 171 182 189 I take thee at thy gracious word, 210 216 225 I am on iny way to heaven 227 Jesus, I love thy charming naine Jesus! and shall it ever be 68 112 115 Let thy kingdom, blessed Saviour Jerusalem my happy home Laden with guilt, sinners arise Lift up your hearts, Immanuel's friends My days, my weeks, my months, &c. 129 227 251 267 22 55 98 152 190 203 207 24 255 Messiah full of grace My Saviour from the wrath to come No words can declare, nor fancy, &c. Now glory be to God, we can hear, &c. Now, brethren, to your homes repair O hearken sinners, we have cause O for a breeze of heavenly love O how I have long'd for the coming of God O Jesus my Saviour, I know thou art, &c. O Zion, afflicted with wave upon wave O that I had some humble place Our souls by love together knit O may 1 worthy prove to see O how charming, O how charming 154 O thou in whose presence, &c. 163 O that I had a faithful friend 167 O thou faithful God of love 269 O thou whose wise paternal love 270 271 288 290 290 O how shall a sinner perform O Father of all, who fillest with good O the scene when this material Prayer is the soul's sincere desire Peace be to this habitation 293 293 300 300 302 48 80 210 Prest, my soul, with future prospect Pilgrim, burden'd with thy sin 247 Praise we him by whose kind favour 260 Praise God from whom all blessings flow 310 Richest source of purest pleasure Saw ye my Saviour, &c. Stretch'd on the cross the Saviour dies Stop, poor sinner, stop and think 13 15 Stop, poor sinner, and look yonder Stay, thou too happy sinner, stay Sweet were the sounds that reach'd our ears Sometimes a light surprises The Son of man they did betray The voice of free grace, cries escape, &c. 281 284 284 286 287 5 11 12 20 The gospel's joyful sound 61 There is a heaven o'er yonder skies 89 There is a land of pleasure 90 The Lord himself, the mighty Lord 94 110 113 The people called Christians, &c. The glorious day is drawing nigh Though in the outward church below The fields are all white, &c. The old Israelites knew what it was, &c. The chariot! the chariot! its wheels, &c. The men who slight thy faithful word To see a pilgrim as he dies The schools of scribes and courts of kings 212 |