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d1 | A beggar poor had lost his eyes | | | | | | | |
d2 | A child of God is made | | | | | | | |
d3 | A Christian sergeant, sent to list | | | | | | | |
d4 | A female, much distrest [distressed] | | | | | | | |
d5 | A form of words, though e'er so sound Can never | | | | | | | |
d6 | A heavenly host triumphant bring | | | | | | | |
d7 | A new made world appeared so gay | | | | | | | |
d8 | A potent monarch, 'tis declared | | | | | | | |
d9 | A refuge for sinners, the gospel makes known | | | | | | | |
d10 | A rock salutes mine eye | | | | | | | |
d11 | A saint there was in days of old | | | | | | | |
d12 | A sinner, who can read his case | | | | | | | |
d13 | A worldling spent each day In luxury and state | | | | | | | |
d14 | Ah when the saints where Jesus reigns | | | | | | | |
d15 | Alas poor soul what ails thee now | | | | | | | |
d16 | All glorious God, what hymns of praise Shall our transported voices raise | | | | | | | |
d17 | All hail, my Lord, for thou, yes, thou art infinitely fair | | | | | | | |
d18 | Although my Lord is now enthroned | | | | | | | |
d19 | Among [amongst] the list of worthies found | | | | | | | |
d20 | An awful work it is to die | | | | | | | |
d21 | An early summons Jesus sends | | | | | | | |
d22 | And must it Lord be so | | | | | | | |
d23 | And now the Savior goes | | | | | | | |
d24 | And why, dear Savior, tell me why | | | | | | | |
d25 | Arise, my thoughts, and trace the spring | | | | | | | |
d26 | As branches from the vine | | | | | | | |
d27 | As Jesus the Lord he receives | | | | | | | |
d28 | As Moses lifts the serpent high | | | | | | | |
d29 | As vapors rising from the earth | | | | | | | |
d30 | As when a child secure of harms | | | | | | | |
d31 | At length he bowed his dying head | | | | | | | |
d32 | Before the day star knew its place | | | | | | | |
d33 | Before the sun, the fount of light A single round had run | | | | | | | |
d34 | Behold from the desert of sin | | | | | | | |
d35 | Behold how Adam's hapless race | | | | | | | |
d36 | Behold, the Shepherd's tender care | | | | | | | |
d37 | Behold the spouse replete [oppressed] with fears | | | | | | | |
d38 | Believers own they are but blind | | | | | | | |
d39 | Beneath the sacred throne of God | | | | | | | |
d40 | Blest are the dead, yea, saith the word | | | | | | | |
d41 | By covenant transaction, and blood | | | | | | | |
d42 | By faith I know the worlds were made | | | | | | | |
d43 | By faith in Christ I walk with God | | | | | | | |
d44 | Cheer up, ye saints for ye shall all rise | | | | | | | |
d45 | Cheer up, ye traveling souls | | | | | | | |
d46 | Christ, exalted, is our song | | | | | | | |
d47 | Christ is the friend of sinners | | | | | | | |
d48 | Christ is the sinner's only friend | | | | | | | |
d49 | Christ suffered once our crown to win | | | | | | | |
d50 | Come, all ye chosen saints of God that long to feel the cle | | | | | | | |
d51 | Come, all ye ransomed of the Lord, Your grateful tribute br | | | | | | | |
d52 | Come, friends,admire how Christ renews | | | | | | | |
d53 | Come hither ye, that fain would know | | | | | | | |
d54 | Come, see the man at Jesus' feet | | | | | | | |
d55 | Come sinners and sing in a sweet song of praise | | | | | | | |
d56 | Come sinners the Lord mediator and bless | | | | | | | |
d57 | Come, ye Christians, sing the praises | | | | | | | |
d58 | Could I with men and angels vie | | | | | | | |
d59 | Day of judgment, day of wonders | | | | | | | |
d60 | Dear Lord, and will [has] thy pardoning love | | | | | | | |
d61 | Dear soul, when all the human race | | | | | | | |
d62 | Deep in a cold, a joyless cell A doleful gulph of gloommy care | | | | | | | |
d63 | Dismiss us with Thy blessing, Lord, Help | | | | | | | |
d64 | Exceeding precious is my Lord | | | | | | | |
d65 | Faith has for its foundation broad | | | | | | | |
d66 | Faith's a convincing proof | | | | | | | |
d67 | Father, we seek thy grace | | | | | | | |
d68 | Fear not though your comforts be slain | | | | | | | |
d69 | For sinners base and quite undone | | | | | | | |
d70 | For sinners, Jehovah, eternally blest | | | | | | | |
d71 | For sorry strangers such as I | | | | | | | |
d72 | For weary saints a rest remains | | | | | | | |
d73 | From sin's dark, thorny maze | | | | | | | |
d74 | From thee, O sin, our sorrows flow | | | | | | | |
d75 | From Zion, God declares | | | | | | | |
d76 | God and his law are my delight | | | | | | | |
d77 | God has from sleep restored my sight | | | | | | | |
d78 | God, in the gospel of his [the] Son | | | | | | | |
d79 | Good doctrines in the head | | | | | | | |
d80 | Good news to men, still new and fresh | | | | | | | |
d81 | Grace, 'tis a charming [cheering] [joyful] [pleasing] sound | | | | | | | |
d82 | Gracious God, thy children keep | | | | | | | |
d83 | Grant, Lord, my name engraved may be | | | | | | | |
d84 | Great Fountain of grace, which none can explore | | | | | | | |
d85 | Great God, we in thy courts appear | | | | | | | |
d86 | Great Rock, for weary sinners made | | | | | | | |
d87 | Guide me, O thou great Jehovah | | | | | | | |
d88 | Hail, Prince of Peace and Lord of all | | | | | | | |
d89 | He that believeth Christ the Lord | | | | | | | |
d90 | Hither, ye poor, ye sick, ye blind | | | | | | | |
d91 | Honey though the bee prepares | | | | | | | |
d92 | How awful the state I was in | | | | | | | |
d93 | How can ye hope, deluded souls | | | | | | | |
d94 | How hard and rugged is the way [road] | | | | | | | |
d95 | How hurtful was the choice of Lot | | | | | | | |
d96 | How long, my Savior, must I find | | | | | | | |
d97 | How many hapless souls we see | | | | | | | |
d98 | How sluggish is my heart | | | | | | | |
d99 | How sore a plague is sin | | | | | | | |
d100 | How tedious and tasteless [restless and tiresome] the hours | | | | | | | |