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a196 | Now warring armies meet in heav'n | | | | | | | |
a197 | See antichrist arise! | | | | | | | |
a198 | O, who that myst'ry deep can sing | | | | | | | |
a199 | Did heav'nly wisdom give to man | | | | | | | |
a200 | If God be love; why should there be | | | | | | | |
a201 | We are the offspring of our God | | | | | | | |
a202 | Is man more just than God? | | | | | | | |
a203 | Sin, like a cruel tyrant, reigns | | | | | | | |
a204 | This world, how full of labor 'tis! | | | | | | | |
a205 | All earthly pleasures I'll forsake | | | | | | | |
a206 | Behold, what poor imperfect things | | | | | | | |
a207 | Go search the fields of nature through | | | | | | | |
a208 | How vain are earthly things! | | | | | | | |
a209 | Lord, what a stupid worm is man! | | | | | | | |
a210 | My soul remember wisdom's road | | | | | | | |
a211 | What horrors seize my soul! | | | | | | | |
a212 | Adieu! all earthly things! | | | | | | | |
a213 | Let not my heart, O God, be plac'd | | | | | | | |
a214 | The best delights this world can give | | | | | | | |
a215[115] | How transient and how vain | | | | | | | |
a216 | The wicked are a troubled sea | | | | | | | |
a217 | When I behold th'effects of sin | | | | | | | |
a218 | How can my soul indiff'rent be | | | | | | | |
a219 | Sin! O that monster of the deep! | | | | | | | |
a220 | Why all this speed, ye Pilgrims say? | | | | | | | |
a221 | No peace my starving soul can find | | | | | | | |
a222 | O, is my heart of marble made? | | | | | | | |
a223 | How sweet is the union of souls | | | | | | | |
a224[223] | How charming is the graceful sight | | | | | | | |
a225 | How good, how pleasant 'tis to see | | | | | | | |
a226 | How pleasant is the sight | | | | | | | |
a227 | Lo! what a pleasant sight | | | | | | | |
a228 | Had I the tongues of men | | | | | | | |
a229 | Let others boast how good they be | | | | | | | |
a230 | How many blessings we receive | | | | | | | |
a231 | Why do not saints an union form? | | | | | | | |
a232 | Come, brothers, sisters, all | | | | | | | |
a233 | How pleasing is the lovely sight! | | | | | | | |
a234 | How happy is the ground | | | | | | | |
a235 | Where no benevolence is found | | | | | | | |
a236 | Th' increasing joys, O who can tell! | | | | | | | |
a237 | Behold on Zion's heav'nly shore | | | | | | | |
a238 | Behold! the visions brighter grow | | | | | | | |
a239 | How glorious was the vision bright | | | | | | | |
a240 | Joy to the world below! | | | | | | | |
a241 | My thoughts on heav'nly subjects roll | | | | | | | |
a242 | Who dare attempt to sing | | | | | | | |
a243 | Hark! hear the Savior's call | | | | | | | |
a244 | Grace, 'tis a sweet, a charming theme | | | | | | | |
a245 | The winter of the law is gone | | | | | | | |
a246 | In songs of highest praise | | | | | | | |
a247 | Behold the prodigal return! | | | | | | | |
a248 | Come, all ye saints, who love the Lord | | | | | | | |
a249 | Come, join in sacred songs | | | | | | | |
a250 | I sing the joys of Heav'n | | | | | | | |
a251 | See, from the ark, the mystic dove | | | | | | | |
a252 | Bear me, ye spirits of the blest | | | | | | | |
a253 | Salvation! O the darling theme! | | | | | | | |
a254 | I'd bid my carnal joys farewell | | | | | | | |
a255 | O could I stretch my thoughts above | | | | | | | |
a256[126] | Come, sinners dry your tears | | | | | | | |
a257 | O God, how holy, just and pure | | | | | | | |
a258 | The Lord is good and kind | | | | | | | |
a259 | O could I strike some heav'nly strings | | | | | | | |
a260 | Could I but raise my notes as high | | | | | | | |
a261 | Be still, ye blust'ring winds | | | | | | | |
a262 | O, could I sing an equal song | | | | | | | |
a263 | Let these dear friends who mourn their loss | | | | | | | |
a264 | The times and seasons God ordain'd | | | | | | | |
a265 | Like grass of earth our bodies are | | | | | | | |
a266 | Far better 'tis to go | | | | | | | |
a267 | The solemn facts, which nature speaks | | | | | | | |
a268 | My soul, call home each wand'ring tho't | | | | | | | |
a269 | So human nature, one and all | | | | | | | |
a270 | Weep not, my friends, O weep no more | | | | | | | |
a271 | Behold the sad impending stroke! | | | | | | | |
a272 | Death, like a cruel tyrant, reigns | | | | | | | |
a273 | From cruel death no age is free | | | | | | | |
a274 | How oft the tender bloom of May | | | | | | | |
a275 | Why should we mourn departing friends | | | | | | | |
a276 | Rivers of grief and sorrows flow | | | | | | | |
a277 | Time's empty vapors, O, how vain! | | | | | | | |
a278 | Farewell! a sad and long farewell | | | | | | | |
a279 | To you that mourn in deep distress | | | | | | | |
a280 | I mourn when friends from me depart | | | | | | | |
a281 | You who lament the loss | | | | | | | |
a282 | Come, let us join in worship true | | | | | | | |
a283 | Now multitudes assembled are | | | | | | | |
a284 | Dear Lord, behold thy servants here | | | | | | | |
a285 | As we are met from various parts | | | | | | | |
a286 | Now let us join to praise the Lord | | | | | | | |
a287 | Dear Lord, behold thy children here! | | | | | | | |
a288 | From God th' immortal spirit came | | | | | | | |
a289 | Into thy temple, Lord, descend | | | | | | | |
a290 | Accept this house, O Lord | | | | | | | |
a291 | The male and female, in the Lord | | | | | | | |
a292 | When God at first did man create | | | | | | | |
a293 | The ardent spouse has found his bride | | | | | | | |
a294 | Rising from the bead of slumber | | | | | | | |
a295 | Now the day is far advanced | | | | | | | |