No.
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Part
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Meter
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First Line
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001 |
1 |
C. M. |
Behold the glories of the Lamb
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002 |
1 |
L. M. |
Ere the blue heav'ns were stretched abroad
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003 |
1 |
S. M. |
Behold, the grace appears
|
004 |
1 |
C. M. |
Shepherds, rejoice! lift up your eyes
|
004 |
2 |
L. M. |
Questions and doubts be heard no more
|
005 |
1 |
C. M. |
Naked as from the earth we came
|
006 |
1 |
C. M. |
Great God, I own thy sentence just
|
007 |
1 |
C. M. |
Let every mortal ear attend
|
008 |
1 |
C. M. |
How honorable is the place
|
009 |
1 |
C. M. |
In vain we lavish out our lives
|
010 |
1 |
S. M. |
How beauteous are their feet
|
011 |
1 |
L. M. |
There was an hour when Christ rejoiced
|
012 |
1 |
C. M. |
Jesus, the man of constant grief
|
013 |
1 |
L. M. |
The lands that long in darkness lay
|
014 |
1 |
L. M. |
Who shall the Lord's elect condemn
|
015 |
1 |
L. M. |
Let me but hear my Savior say
|
016 |
1 |
C. M. |
Hosannah to the royal Son
|
017 |
1 |
C. M. |
O for an overcoming faith
|
018 |
1 |
C. M. |
Hear what the voice from heaven proclaims
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019 |
1 |
C. M. |
Lord, at thy temple we appear
|
020 |
1 |
C. M. |
Awake, my heart; arise, my tongue
|
021 |
1 |
C. M. |
Lo! what a glorious sight appears
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022 |
1 |
L. M. |
Jesus, our Savior and our God
|
022 |
2 |
C. M. |
What vain desires and passions vain
|
023 |
1 |
L. M. |
Absent from flesh! O blissful thought
|
023 |
2 |
L. M. |
Must all the charms of nature, then
|
024 |
1 |
L. M. |
In vain the wealthy mortals toil
|
025 |
1 |
L. M. |
All mortal vanities, begone
|
026 |
1 |
C. M. |
Blest be the everlasting God
|
027 |
1 |
C. M. |
Death may dissolve my body now
|
028 |
1 |
C. M. |
What mighty man, or mighty God
|
029 |
1 |
C. M. |
I lift my banner, saith the Lord
|
030 |
1 |
L. M. |
In thine own ways, O God of love
|
031 |
1 |
C. M. |
When the Eternal bows the skies
|
031 |
2 |
C. M. |
O happy soul that lives on high
|
032 |
1 |
C. M. |
Whence do our mournful thoughts arise
|
033 |
1 |
C. M. |
Shall atheists dare insult the cross
|
034 |
1 |
L. M. |
What shall the dying sinner do
|
034 |
2 |
C. M. |
Jesus, thy blessings are not few
|
035 |
1 |
L. M. |
Not by the laws of innocence
|
035 |
2 |
C. M. |
Let those who bear the Christian name
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036 |
1 |
C. M. |
O 'tis a lovely thing to see
|
037 |
1 |
L. M. |
The mighty frame of glorious grace
|
037 |
2 |
C. M. |
Do I believe what Jesus saith
|
038 |
1 |
C. M. |
How is our nature spoiled by sin
|
038 |
2 |
L. M. |
Blessed Redeemer, how divine
|
039 |
1 |
C. M. |
Now shall my inward joys arise
|
040 |
1 |
L. M. |
What happy men, or angels, these
|
041 |
1 |
C. M. |
These glorious minds, how bright they shine
|
042 |
1 |
C. M. |
Adore and tremble, for our God
|
043 |
1 |
L. M. |
Adam, our father and our head
|
043 |
2 |
L. M. |
How vast the treasure we possess
|
044 |
1 |
L. M. |
He dies! the friend of sinners dies
|
044 |
2 |
C. M. |
And is this life prolonged to me
|
045 |
1 |
C. M. |
See where the great incarnate God
|
046 |
1 |
C. M. |
Father, how wide thy glories shine
|
046 |
2 |
L. M. |
Awake, my zeal; awake, my love
|
047 |
1 |
C. M. |
Must friends and kindred droop and die
|
048 |
1 |
L. M. |
Awake, our souls; away, our fears
|
049 |
1 |
C. M. |
How strong thine arm is, mighty God
|
050 |
1 |
C. M. |
Now be the God of Isr'el blessed
|
051 |
1 |
S. M. |
To God the only wise
|
052 |
1 |
L. M. |
'Twas the commission of our Lord
|
053 |
1 |
L. M. |
God, who in various methods told
|
054 |
1 |
L. M. |
Jesus, we bless thy Father's name
|
055 |
1 |
C. M. |
When we are raised from deep distress
|
056 |
1 |
C. M. |
We sing the glories of thy love
|
057 |
1 |
C. M. |
Backward with humble shame we look
|
058 |
1 |
L. M. |
Let mortal tongues attempt to sing
|
059 |
1 |
L. M. |
In Gabriel's hand a mighty stone
|
060 |
1 |
L. M. |
Our souls shall magnify the Lord
|
061 |
1 |
L. M. |
Now to the Lord, that makes us know
|
062 |
1 |
C. M. |
Come, let us join our cheerful songs
|
063 |
1 |
L. M. |
What equal honors shall we bring
|
064 |
1 |
S. M. |
Behold what wondrous grace
|
065 |
1 |
L. M. |
Let the seventh angel sound on high
|
066 |
1 |
L. M. |
Let him embrace my soul, and prove
|
067 |
1 |
L. M. |
Thou whom my soul admires above
|
068 |
1 |
L. M. |
Behold the rose of Sharon here
|
069 |
1 |
L. M. |
The voice of my Beloved sounds
|
070 |
1 |
L. M. |
Hark! The Redeemer from on high
|
071 |
1 |
L. M. |
Often I seek my Lord by night
|
072 |
1 |
L. M. |
Daughters of Zion, come, behold
|
073 |
1 |
L. M. |
Kind is the speech of Christ our Lord
|
074 |
1 |
L. M. |
We are a garden walled around
|
075 |
1 |
L. M. |
The wond'ring world inquires to know
|
076 |
1 |
L. M. |
When strangers stand and hear me tell
|
077 |
1 |
L. M. |
Now in the galleries of his grace
|
078 |
1 |
L. M. |
Who is this fair one in distress
|
079 |
1 |
L. M. |
God of the morning, at whose voice
|
080 |
1 |
L. M. |
Thus far the Lord has led me on
|
081 |
1 |
L. M. |
God, how endless is thy love
|
082 |
1 |
L. M. |
Shall the vile race of flesh and blood
|
083 |
1 |
C. M. |
Not from the dust affliction grows
|
084 |
1 |
L. M. |
Jehovah speaks! Let Israel hear
|
085 |
1 |
S. M. |
The Lord on high proclaims
|
086 |
1 |
C. M. |
How should the sons of Adam's race
|
087 |
1 |
L. M. |
Thus saith the high and lofty one
|
088 |
1 |
L. M. |
Life is the time to serve the Lord
|
089 |
1 |
L. M. |
Ye sons of Adam, vain and young
|
090 |
1 |
C. M. |
Lo! the young tribes of Adam rise
|
091 |
1 |
L. M. |
Now in the heat of youthful blood
|
092 |
1 |
S. M. |
Shall Wisdom cry aloud
|
093 |
1 |
L. M. |
Thus saith the Wisdom of the Lord
|
094 |
1 |
C. M. |
Vain are the hopes the sons of men
|
095 |
1 |
C. M. |
Not all the outward forms on earth
|
096 |
1 |
C. M. |
But few among the carnal wise
|
097 |
1 |
L. M. |
Buried in shadows of the night
|
098 |
1 |
S. M. |
How heavy is the night
|
099 |
1 |
C. M. |
Vain are the hopes that rebels place
|
100 |
1 |
L. M. |
Not to condemn the sons of men
|
101 |
1 |
L. M. |
Who can describe the joys that rise
|
102 |
1 |
L. M. |
Blest are the humble souls that see
|
103 |
1 |
C. M. |
I'm not ashamed to own my Lord
|
104 |
1 |
C. M. |
Not the malicious or profane
|
105 |
1 |
C. M. |
Nor eye hath seen, nor ear hath heard
|
106 |
1 |
S. M. |
Shall we go on to sin
|
107 |
1 |
L. M. |
Deceived by subtle snares of hell
|
108 |
1 |
S. M. |
Now with our mortal eyes
|
109 |
1 |
L. M. |
No more, my God, I boast no more
|
110 |
1 |
C. M. |
There is a house not made with hands
|
111 |
1 |
C. M. |
Lord, we confess our numerous faults
|
112 |
1 |
C. M. |
So did the Hebrew prophet raise
|
113 |
1 |
C. M. |
How large the promise, how divine
|
114 |
1 |
C. M. |
Gentiles by nature, we belong
|
115 |
1 |
C. M. |
Lord, how secure my conscience was
|
116 |
1 |
L. M. |
Thus saith the first, the great command
|
117 |
1 |
L. M. |
Behold the potter and the clay
|
118 |
1 |
S. M. |
The law by Moses came
|
119 |
1 |
C. M. |
Christ and his cross is all our theme
|
120 |
1 |
C. M. |
Faith is the brightest evidence
|
121 |
1 |
C. M. |
Thus saith the mercy of the Lord
|
122 |
1 |
L. M. |
Do we not know that solemn word
|
123 |
1 |
C. M. |
Behold the wretch whose lust and wine
|
124 |
1 |
L. M. |
Deep in the dust before thy throne
|
125 |
1 |
C. M. |
With joy we meditate the grace
|
126 |
1 |
L. M. |
Not diff'rent food, or diff'rent dress
|
127 |
1 |
L. M. |
Come hither all ye weary souls
|
128 |
1 |
L. M. |
O preach my gospel, saith the Lord
|
129 |
1 |
L. M. |
Saints, at your heav'nly Father's word
|
130 |
1 |
L. M. |
Now by the bowels of my God
|
131 |
1 |
L. M. |
Behold how sinners disagree
|
132 |
1 |
L. M. |
O let our lips and lives express
|
133 |
1 |
C. M. |
Let Pharisees of high esteem
|
134 |
1 |
L. M. |
Had I the tongues of Greeks and Jews
|
135 |
1 |
L. M. |
Come, dearest Lord, descend and dwell
|
136 |
1 |
C. M. |
God is a Spirit, just and wise
|
137 |
1 |
L. M. |
Now to the power of God supreme
|
138 |
1 |
C. M. |
Firm as the earth thy gospel stands
|
139 |
1 |
L. M. |
How oft have sin and Satan strove
|
140 |
1 |
C. M. |
Mistaken souls, that dream of heav'n
|
141 |
1 |
S. M. |
Who has believed thy word
|
142 |
1 |
S. M. |
Like sheep we went astray
|
143 |
1 |
C. M. |
So new-born babes desire the breast
|
144 |
1 |
C. M. |
Why should the children of a King
|
145 |
1 |
C. M. |
Jesus, in thee our eyes behold
|
146 |
1 |
L. M. |
Go, worship at Immanuel's feet
|
147 |
1 |
L. M. |
Tis from the treasures of his word
|
148 |
1 |
66.66.88. |
With cheerful voice I sing
|
149 |
1 |
L. M. |
Join all the names of love and power
|
150 |
1 |
66.66.88. |
Join all the glorious names
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