L. P. M. S. P. M. 6. 4. 6. 5.
like "Come, thou Almighty King." 66 "When shall we meet again?" "Children of the heavenly King." Rise, my soul, and stretch thy wings." From Greenland's icy mountains." My gracious Redeemer I love." "Come, thou fount of every blessing." Lord, dismiss us with thy blessing." "The Lord, the Sovereign, sends," &c. See the 50th Psalm.
11s. (Anapestic,)"
11s. (Dactylic,). “
"How firm a foundation, ye saints of the Lord."
Note.-Metres of which there are but single specimens in the book, are not inserted in the above table.
To find a Psalm or Hymn by the first line of any other stanza than the first.
Amid the shining glorious band
402 Among a thousand harps and songs 378 198 Among my brethren and the Jews 492 Among my enemies, my name
AARON and all his sons must die Above the earth beyond the sky Above these heavens' created rounds 96 Abra'm believed the promised grace 586 A broken heart, my God, my King A careful Providence shall stand Accept our faint attempts to love A cloud of witnesses around Across the deep their journey lay Adders and lions ye shall tread Admit him, ere his anger burn Adoring angels at his birth Adoring saints around him stand A feeble band, to him we fly A friend and helper so divine Again did Sinai's thunders roll Again they climb the watery hills Against my will my sins prevail Against thy hidden ones A glory gilds the sacred page A guilty, weak, and helpless worm A hand divine shall lead you on A heart with grief oppressed Ah, how shall guilty man
598 Among th' assemblies of thy saints 278 Among the praises of his saints 443 Among the saints on earth
219 Among the saints who fill thy house 230 138 Among thy saints will I appear And at my life's last setting sun
Ah, Lord, with such a heart as mine 482 Ah, no; then smooth the mortal hour 610 A hope so much divine Ah, whither shall I fly
171 318 And canst thou still vouchsafe to own 487 And canst thou-wilt thou yet forgive 486 And can this mighty King And didst thou pity mortal wo And hark, amidst the sacred songs And if I'm e'er constrained to stay And if no evening visit 's paid And in the great decisive day
And is this treasure borne below 421 And, Jesus, thou thy smiles wilt deign 311 And lest pollution should o'erspread 515 And lest the shadow of a spot
And lo, he vanished from the ground 99 And may the gospel's joyful sound 295 And may the Redeemer his presence 563 And must I then indeed And must my body faint and die 609 And oh that a dew from the Lord may 563 And oh, when I have safely pass'd 515 And see, the bless'd Redeemer comes 103 And send thy Spirit down And shall my guilty fears prevail 485 And shall the sons of earth and dust 161 And shall we long and wish in vain 460 And since the Lord retaineth And still to heighten our distress And such the child whose early feet 599 And sweet on earth the choral swell 453 And though thy wisdom takes away 466 And what have hypocrites to do 118 And what, my soul, can then remain 332 And when before thee we appear 570 And when my cheerful hope can say 459 And when my spirit drinks her fill And when our labors all are o'er And when these failing lips grow And when thy awful voice comin'ds 350 And when through brilliant gates 557 And while his judgments long delay 119 And while I rest my weary head 43 And while our faith enjoys this sight 637 And while upon my restless bed
And while we pass this vale of tears 532 And will not Jesus hear 496 And you, my eyes, look down and 605 Angels, assist our mighty joys 351 Angels, that make the church their Angels, whom his own breath Another harvest comes apace A numerous offspring must arise A pilgrim through the earth I roam A poisoned arrow is your tongue Apostles, martyrs, prophets, there Archangels leave their high abode, Archangels sound his lofty praise, Are not thy mercies sovereign still Are there many foes before us, Are there no foes for me to face? Are we blind and prone to error? Are we not tending upward too Arise, my God, lift up thy hand Arise, my soul, awake my voice Arise, my soul, from deep distress Arise, O God, and let thy hand Arise, O God, lift up thy hand Arise, O King of grace, arise Arise, O Lord, and let thy Son Arise, O Lord, fulfill thy grace Arm me with jealous care Arrayed in glorious grace Arrayed in mortal flesh
Barbarous people! cruel priests! Barren and withered trees
Before I knew thy chastening rod Before Jehovah's awful throne Before me place in dread array 520 Before our Father's throne 624 Before the hills in order stood Before the morning beams arise Before the mournful scene began Before the scoffers of the age Before thy face thy church shall live Before we quite forsake our clay Begin, my soul, the heavenly song Be heaven and earth amazed! "Tis Behold another year begins Behold, at thy right hand
Behold he comes, he comes to bless Behold, he puts his trust in none Behold his ensigns sweep the sky
Behold his love! he stoops to view
Art thou not mine, my living Lord? As by the light of opening day Ascend, my Son, to my right hand A second look he gave, which said As flowery grass cut down at noon Ashamed of Jesus?-sooner far Ashamed of Jesus-that dear friend 375 Ashamed of Jesus ?-yes, I may Aside the Prince of glory threw Ask me, my Son, and then enjoy A slanting ray of Freedom's sun As mountains stood to guard As on destruction's brink aghast As on some lonely building's top A soul oppressed with sin's desert A span is all that we can boast As pity dwells within his breast As rain on meadows newly mown As servants watch their master's hand 252 As sparks break out from burning Assure my conscience of her part As the benighted pilgrims wait As the winged arrow flies As through a glass, I dimly see At the dread order of his God At his call the dead awaken At his command, the morning ray At his command the vapors rise At his presence, nature shakes At his right hand our eyes behold A thousand ages, in thy sight A thousand of our years amount A thousand savage beasts of prey A thousand seraphs, strong and A thousand wretched souls are fled At thy command the winds arise At thy rebuke, O Jacob's God At last, to show my Maker's name At length the Lord, the Judge At night we lean our weary heads Attending angels shout for joy
Beyond the bounds of time and space 526 Beyond the choicest joys of time Beyond the flight of time Beyond this vale of tears
Birds, ye must make his praise your 288 Bless'd are the meek, who stand afar 533 Bless'd are the men of broken heart 533 Bless'd are the men of peaceful life Bless'd are the men that keep thy Bless'd are the men whom thou wilt Bless'd are the men, whose hearts 172 Bless'd are the men whose hearts can 533 Bless'd are the pure, whose hearts 533 Bless'd are the saints who sit on high 172 Bless'd are the souls that find a place 172 Bless'd are the souls that thirst for Bless'd are the sufferers who partake 533 Bless'd be that pure, that Christian Bless'd be the Lord, who comes to Bless'd be those lips whose accents Bless'd is the man, O God Bless'd is the man thy hands chastise 193 Bless'd is the man to whom the Lord Bless'd is the man whom thou shalt Bless'd is the man whose shoulders Bless'd is the pious house
But God sustained me all the night But God, who high in glory reigns But God will ne'er cast off his saints 193 But grace omnipotent at length But haughty sinners God will hate But hear the Saviour's word But he that turns to God shall live But he who marks, from day to day But his eternal love is sure But his right hand his saints shall But how much meaner things are they 319 But hush, my soul, nor dare repine 526 But if corruption's strength prevail, 528 But if Immanuel's face appear But if my life be spared awhile But I forbid this hopeless thought But I forgot thine arm was strong But if our slavish fear
But I'll confess my guilt to thee
Bless'd river of salvation
But in his looks a glory stands
But in the statutes of the Lord But in thy courts will I be seen
Blessings for ever on the Lamb
Bless, O my soul, the God of grace
Blind are their eyes; their ears are
Blind to those truths divine
But I, with flowing tears
Blind unbelief is sure to err
Bold shall I stand in that great day Born by a new celestial birth
But lips that with deceit abound
Born in a world of guilt, I drew Bowed down beneath a load of sin Bow ere the awful trumpet sound Break from his throne, illustrious Break off my fetters, Lord, and show 278 Break off the yoke of inbred sin Break out their teeth, eternal God Break, sovereign grace, oh break the 436 Break the tempter's fatal power 536 Bright angels, strike your loudest 376 Brightest and best of the sons of the 341 Bright, like a sun, the Saviour sits 639 Bright scenes await thy future state 550 Bulwarks of mighty grace defend Burdened with guilt, convinced of Buried in sorrow and in sin But ah, how wide my spirit flies But ah, my inward spirit cries But ah! too soon the pleasing scene 471 But all was mercy, all was mild, 352
But man, weak man, is born to die But mark the man of righteousness But nations that resist his grace But no such sacrifice I plead But not the waters of a flood But now our souls are seized with But now when eve'ing shade prevails 519 But oh, how oft thy wrath appears 184 But oh, it swells my sorrows high 461 But oh, their end-their dreadful end 158 But oh, the soul that never dies But oh, this dreadful heart of sin But oh, without that blessed hope But oh, what beams of heav'nly grace 639 But oh, what brighter glories wait But oh, what gentle terms But oh, what mortal tongue can But oh, when gloomy doubts prevail 467
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