All Glory belongs to Jesus alone, |
65
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Am I indeed born from above? |
50
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Arise, my Soul, to Jesus fly, |
79
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Attend, my Soul, and trembling hear, |
20
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Awake, my Heart!my Soul, arise! |
5
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Away my Doubts, be gone my Fear, |
76
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Be gone, my worldly Cares, away! |
4
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Behold, he comes, the Saviour comes, |
34
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Be merciful, O God, to me, |
56
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By Holiness and watchful Care, |
41
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Bring all the brutish and unwise, |
94
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Chasten'd I am from Day to Day, |
104
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Christian, wouldst thou in Grace excel, |
46
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Come, each desponding, drooping Soul, |
59
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Come, O my doubting Soul, attend, |
57
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Come view the Field of Love divine, |
11
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Condemn me not, most gracious God, |
16
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Deceivers will affect t'appear |
44
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'Gainst Thee, Thou Holy, Just, and Wise, |
118
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God and his Law are my Delight |
25
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God of my Days, God of my Nights, |
4
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Good News these blessed Words impart, |
15
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Grace will to every Duty bind, |
47
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Haste that delightfulawful Day |
86
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Hear this, ye Fav'rites of the Lord, |
129
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High in the Heavens doth God reside, |
39
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How are my Powers all tuned to mourn |
90
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How oft doth Beauty lead to Sin, |
122
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How should the Morning of my Days, |
3
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How suitable this Word to me, |
97
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I fear the God of Heaven and Earth, |
23
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I languish for a Sight |
73
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I think my Table richly spread, |
111
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In this extreme Distress of Soul, |
93
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In this thy Will, and must I be |
136
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Is this unpleasant Cup now given |
101
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Is Jesus evermore the same? |
12
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I, Jesus, am ascended high, |
120
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Jesus exalts his Fav'rites high, |
115
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Jesus, I now address thy Throne, |
128
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Jesus, my Advocate and King, |
91
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Jesus, my Hiding place Thou art, |
96
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Jesus my mourning Soul doth lead, |
106
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Jesus, the great, the Mighty God, |
18
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Jesus, Thou God of Nations, bend |
125
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Jesus, thy Love is still my Theme, |
75
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Jesus, when I can see thy Face, |
103
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Let all my anxious Cares be gone, |
37
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Let all the heavenly Hosts rejoice, |
66
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Let me adore His boundless Grace, |
6
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Let me lie prostrate on the Ground, |
92
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Let not the Learned and the Wise, |
21
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Let others wrapt in Self-conceit, |
35
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Let Praise employ my Heart and Tongue: |
18
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Like Enoch I would seek to be, |
134
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Look, O my Soul, within the Veil, |
119
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Look unto Me, the Savior cries, |
36
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Lord, can a helpless Worm, like me, |
60
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Lord, Captivate my every Thought, |
45
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Lord, I confess my Guilt and Shame, |
61
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Lord, is not this my one Desire, |
51
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Lord, is it not my Soul's Desire |
67
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Lord, search and try this Heart of mine, |
19
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Lord, 'tis enough, at length I own, |
62
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Lord, what am I without thy Love? |
53
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My God! for I can call thee Mine |
109
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My God, how restless is my Mind! |
80
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My Life declines, my Strength is gone, |
83
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My Soul, what dost thou here? |
117
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No Man, nor Angel can compare |
74
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No more of Works I vainly boast, |
63
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Now have I spent in Sighs and Tears |
88
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Now, let me from this World retire, |
134
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Now let my Faith grow strong, and plead |
67
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Now let my Faith look through her Fears, |
8
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Now let my Soul adore and praise |
132
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Now may the God of boundless Grace, |
10
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Now shall my Soul adore the Grace, |
105
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Now, whilst I try my Heart |
45
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O could I find some peaceful Bower |
130
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O could I to Jerus'lem go, |
82
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Of Rest I hear, of Rest I talk, |
85
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Often, great God, I've heard of Thee, |
22
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Oft has my Soul in secret bless'd |
29
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O God, how mournful is my case! |
99
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O happy Souls that love the Lord, |
13
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O let Jehovah's lib'ral Hand |
121
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O let me lay my Anger by |
68
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O Soul-reviving Word, |
38
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O Thou, who shin'st in bright abode, |
2
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O what a vain and empty World is this! |
87
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Rapid my Days and Months run on |
1
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Remember me, though great I AM |
135
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Riches immense are in thy Hand |
16
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Salvation's Work is done; |
32
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Say, Is this wild, corrupted Nation |
124
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Show me the Soul to Doubts expos'd, |
15
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Tell me no more of earthly Toys, |
113
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Thee will I love, my dearest Lord, |
75
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The Lord of Lords, and King of Kings |
114
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The Rain descends, the Tempests rise |
33
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The tri-une God above, |
31
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Thine Anger, Lord, how short the Stay, |
58
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This Blessing, Lord, to me impart |
40
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This Promise is to Sinners made, |
49
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This wretched Heart will still backslide, |
54
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Tho' I of Sinners am the chief, |
107
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Thou art acquainted with my Heart, |
60
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Thou God of Justice and of Grace, |
27
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'Tis my Beloved's awful Voice; |
133
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Tremble, my Soul, Fall down before, |
30
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To God I'd seek in each Distress |
130
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To Him that brought Salvation nigh, |
32
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To Him, to Him, whose Love hath wrought |
17
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To Thee, again my gracious God, |
127
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To Thee, my God, I make my moan, |
98
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To us, to us a Child is born, |
7
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Turn, O my Soul, from Moses turn, |
35
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Unfertile, intricate, and strange, |
70
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Well may I groan beneath thy Stroke, |
28
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What ails this vile, deceitful Heart? |
72
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When will my sweet Release be sign'd, |
84
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Where is the understanding Heart, |
48
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Where shall I go but to my Lord, |
81
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Who is this heavenly Person, who |
78
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Why does this Room so often prove |
131
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Why should the Dread of sinful Man |
42
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Why Jonah, does thine Anger rise? |
69
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Why, O my Soul, these gloomy Fears? |
64
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Why thus cast down, my Soul? |
102
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Will God be merciful to me, |
55
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Without the Aid of sovereign Grace, |
128
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Ye highly-favour'd, who profess |
52
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