Great Shepherd, who didst condescend
Great was the day, the joy was great
Guide me, O thou great Jehovah
Guilty and vile, before my God
Had I the tongues of Greeks and Jews
Hail holy, holy, holy Lord!
Hail, peaceful morn, thy dawn I hail
He lives! the great Redeemer lives
He reigns, the Lord, the Saviour reigns
Head of the church triumphant
Hear what the voice from heav'n proclaims
Here at thy cross, my dying God
High in the heav'ns, eternal God
Ho! every one that thirsts, draw nigh
Holy, and just, and righteous God
Holy Ghost, dispel our sadness
Holy Child, our children take
Hope, sweetest comfort, steady friend
Hosanna to our conqu'ring King
Hosanna, with a cheerful sound
How are thy glories here display'd
How are thy servants blest, O Lord
How beauteous are their feet
How blest is our brother, bereft
How blest the union, how divine
How can I sink with such a prop
How condescending and how kind
How did my heart rejoice to hear
How firm a foundation, ye saints of the Lord
How glorious the Lamb
How happy is our peaceful lot
How happy the sorrowful man
How heavy is the night
How lovely, how divinely sweet
How oft have sin and satan strove
How pleasant, how divinely fair
How pleas'd and blest was I
How sad our state by nature is
How shall I praise the eternal God
How shall we, Lord, secure our hearts
How short and hasty is our life
How should the sons of Adam's race
How soft the words my Saviour speaks
How strong thine arm is, mighty God
How sweet and awful is the place
How sweet the name of Jesus sounds
How vain are all things here below
How vain a thought is bliss below
How vast the treasure we possess
How wond'rous great, how glorious bright
I shall not always make my moan
I sing my Saviour's wond'rous death
I will arise, and go to my Father
If God succeed not, all the cost
I'll praise my Maker with my breath
I'll speak the honours of my King
Impressive view, while life we trace
In all my troubles, sharp and strong
In cheerful songs of artless praise
In God's own house, pronounce his praise
In Gabriel's hand a mighty stone
In heaven the rapt'rous song began
In the soft season of thy youth
In vain my fancy strives to paint
In vain we lavish out our lives
In this world of sin and sorrow
Indulgent sovereign of the skies
Jesus, I love thy charming name
Jesus, in thee our eyes behold
Jesus invites his saints
Jesus, kind inviting Lord
Jesus, let thy pitying eye
Jesus, Lord, we look to thee
Jesus, lover of my soul
Jesus, our Lord, ascend thy throne
Jesus, my all, to heaven is gone
Jesus, Saviour! we adore thee
Jesus shall reign where'er the sun
Jesus, that sweet, that charming name
Jesus, thou sovereign Lord of all
Jesus, thy blood and righteousness
Jesus, upon our children lay
Jesus, we bless thy Father's name
Jesus, where'er thy people meet
Jesus, who died a world to save
Jesus, who died the world to save
Jesus, with all thy saints above
Jesus! within thy courts we meet
Jehovah reigns, his throne is high
Jehovah speaks, let Israel hear
Jerusalem, my happy home
Join all the glorious names
Join, ye redeemed heirs of grace
Joy to the world, the Lord is come
Let all the heathen writers join
Let children hear the mighty deeds
Let earth and heav'n agree
Let every creature join
Let every mortal ear attend
Let everlasting glories crown
Let me but hear my Saviour say
Let me dwell on Golgotha
Let party names no more
Let the bold sceptic still deride
Let them neglect thy glory, Lord
Let Zion's watchmen all awake
Lift your heads, ye friends of Jesus
Lift up your heads, in joyful hope
Life is the time to serve the Lord
Light of those, whose dreary dwelling
Lo! he comes, with clouds descending
Lo! he cometh! countless trumpets
Lo! our Jesus, now ascended
Lo! the young tribes of Adam rise
Lo, what a glorious sight appears
Lo! what an entertaining sight
Look up, ye saints, direct your eyes
Long as I live I'll bless thy name
Long have I sat beneath the sound
Lord of all power and might
Lord, dismiss us with thy blessing
Lord, at thy temple we appear
Lord, I am thine, but thou wilt prove
Lord, I am vile, conceiv'd in sin
Lord, hast thou cast the nation off
Lord, how divine thy comforts are
Lord, how secure and blest are they
Lord, how secure my conscience was
Lord, if thine eyès survey our faults
Lord, if thou the grace impart
Lord in thy churches now appear
Lord, in thy great, thy glorious name
Lord of my life, O may thy praise
Lord of the Sabbath, hear our vows
Lord of the worlds above
Lord, thou hast search'd and seen me through
Lord, thou wilt hear me when I pray
Lord, 'tis a pleasant thing to stand
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