This is a list of all the questions and their associated study carrel identifiers. One can learn a lot of the "aboutness" of a text simply by reading the questions.
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34994 | Art thou distressed by weight of care? |
34994 | If Thou, Lord, shouldest mark iniquities, O Lord, who shall stand? |
34994 | Lord, Thou art my light and my salvation; whom shall I fear? |
34994 | My soul thirsteth for God, for the living God: when shall I come and appear before God? |
34994 | My tired eyes are closing, And while I am reposing, Where doth my soul remain? |
34994 | O Lord God, why do the wicked rage without cause? |
34994 | O Lord, who can understand his errors? |
34994 | O heart of mine, why borrow The troubles of tomorrow? |
34994 | Thou art the strength of my life; of whom shall I be afraid? |
34994 | What folk is this now drawing near to me, This throng of worthies blest? |
34994 | What if death should take me And no light awake me From my sleep and rest? |
34994 | What is man''s being? |
34994 | Why dost Thou hide Thy face, and forget our misery and distress? |
34994 | and the mighty set themselves and take counsel against Thee and Thy Son, Thine Anointed? |
13439 | 1 This is the day when Christ arose So early from the dead: Why should I my eyelids close, And waste my hours in bed? |
13439 | 1 Whene''er I take my walks abroad, How many poor I see? |
13439 | 1 Why should I join with those in play In whom I''ve no delight; Who curse and swear, but never play; Who call ill names, and fight? |
13439 | 1 Why should I love my sports so well, So constant at my play, And lose the thoughts of heaven and hell, And then forget to pray? |
13439 | 1 Why should I say,"` Tis yet too soon"To seek for heaven or think of death?" |
13439 | 1 Why should our garments, made to hide Our parents''shame, provoke our pride? |
13439 | 2 Have you not heard what dreadful plagues Are threaten''d by the Lord, To him that breaks his father''s law, Or mocks his mother''s word? |
13439 | 2 This is the day when Jesus broke The powers of death and hell; And shall I still wear Satan''s yoke, And love my sins so well? |
13439 | 2 What do I read my Bible for, But, Lord, to learn thy will? |
13439 | 3 And must the crimes that I have done Be read and publish''d there, Be all exposed before the sun, While men and angels hear? |
13439 | 3 Can such a wretch as I Escape this cursed end? |
13439 | 3 Have we not known, nor heard, nor read, How God abhors deceit and wrong? |
13439 | 3 How many children in the street Half naked I behold? |
13439 | 3 How will they stand before thy face, Who treated thee with such disdain, While thou shalt doom them to the place Of everlasting fire and pain? |
13439 | 3 That I am led to see I can do nothing well; And whither shall a sinner flee, To save himself from hell? |
13439 | 3 What if the Lord grow wroth, and swear While I refuse to read and pray, That he''ll refuse to lend an ear, To all my groans another day? |
13439 | 4 Then if the Gospel I refuse, How shall I e''er lift up mine eyes? |
13439 | 4 What if his dreadful anger burn, While I refuse his offer''d grace, And all his love to fury turn, And strike me dead upon the place? |
13439 | 6 Are these thy favours, day by day To me above the rest? |
13439 | 6 Then why should I so long delay What others learn so soon? |
13439 | 8 His hand is my perpetual guard, He keeps me with his eye: Why should I then forget the Lord Who is for ever nigh? |
13439 | And may I hope, whene''er I die, I shall to heaven ascend? |
13439 | And shall I daily know thee more, And less obey thee still? |
13439 | Did they thus affront the Lord? |
13439 | Have not Eve and Adam taught us Their sad profit to compute, To what dismal state they brought us When they stole forbidden fruit? |
13439 | How Ananias was struck dead Catch''d with a lye upon his tongue? |
13439 | How could angels bear the sight? |
13439 | How shall a child presume to sing His dreadful majesty? |
13439 | If I meet with railing tongues, Why should I return them railing, Since I best revenge my wrongs By my patience never failing? |
13439 | Must he dwell with brutal creatures? |
13439 | The thief 8,7,8,7 Why should I deprive my neighbour Of his goods against his will? |
13439 | Was there nothing but a manger Cursed sinners could afford, To receive the heavenly stranger? |
13439 | What shall I render to my God For all his gifts to me? |
23673 | 144 GENERAL Why art thou sorrowful? |
23673 | 186 Fourth Word"Deus meus, ut quid dereliquisti me?" |
23673 | 2. Who am I, my Jesus, That Thou com''st to me? |
23673 | 2. Who can requite the love Shown in the wondrous plan, Whereby the God above For me became a Man? |
23673 | 2. Who is there meekly lying In yonder stable poor? |
23673 | 3. Who is there near the cradle, That guards the holy Child? |
23673 | 5. Who could see, from tears refraining, Christ''s dear Mother uncomplaining In so great a sorrow bowed? |
23673 | 6. Who, unmoved, beheld her languish Underneath His Cross of anguish,''Mid the fierce unpitying crowd? |
23673 | 80 THE BLESSED VIRGIN Whither thus, in holy rapture? |
23673 | 80 Wondrous Love that Can not Falter 56 Why Art Thou Sorrowful? |
23673 | 98 SAINTS, St. Peter Seek ye a Patron to defend? |
23673 | A father to me? |
23673 | A message from the Sacred Heart; What may its message be? |
23673 | And how revere this wondrous gift, So far surpassing hope or thought? |
23673 | And what is this dulness that hangs o''er thee now? |
23673 | Aut in quo contristavi te? |
23673 | Dear Saint I stand far off With vilest sins oppressed; Oh may I dare, like thee, To lean upon His Brest? |
23673 | Die nobis Maria, quid vidisti in via? |
23673 | For love is stronger far than death, And who can love like Thee, My Saviour, Whose appealing Heart Broke on the Cross for me? |
23673 | For what did Jesus love on earth One half so tenderly as thee? |
23673 | Gounod Lento con espressione Deus meus, Deus meus, Ut quid dereliquisti me? |
23673 | Gracious turn Thine ear to suppliant sigh; If sins of men Thou scann''st, who may stand That searching eye of Thine, and chast''ning hand? |
23673 | Have we no tears to shed for Him, While soldiers scoff and Jews deride? |
23673 | How can I love Thee as I ought? |
23673 | In Accents Burning 66 Sacred Heart of Jesus, Fount of Love 59 Saint of the Sacred Heart 103 See, Amid the Winter''s Snow 5 Seek ye a Patron to Defend? |
23673 | Jerusalem, my happy home, When shall I come to thee? |
23673 | Lone in grandeur, lone in glory, Who shall tell thy wonderous story, Awful Trinity, Awful Trinity? |
23673 | Mittit crystallum suam sicut buccellas: ante faciem frigoris ejus quis sustinebit? |
23673 | Mother of Christ, Mother of Christ, What shall I ask of thee? |
23673 | Mother of Christ, Mother of Christ, What shall I do for thee? |
23673 | O who shall dare her glory paint? |
23673 | Popule meus, quid feci tibi? |
23673 | Pro nobis egenum et foeno cubantem Piis foveamus amplexibus: Sic nos amantem quis non redamaret? |
23673 | Quem patronem rogaturus? |
23673 | Quid dormitis? |
23673 | Quid sum miser tunc dicturus? |
23673 | Quis est homo, qui non fleret, Matrem Christi si videret In tanto supplicio? |
23673 | Quis non amantem redamet? |
23673 | Quis non posset contristari, Christi Matrem contemplari Dolentem cum Filio? |
23673 | Quis non redemptus diligat, Et Corde in isto seligat Aeterna tabernacula? |
23673 | Seek ye a patron to defend Your cause? |
23673 | Shepherd, why this jubilee? |
23673 | That He thinks for us, plans for us, stoops to entreat, And follows u, wander we ever so far? |
23673 | That can utter hymns beseeming All her matchless excellence? |
23673 | They know but little of Thy worth Who speak the heartless words to me, For what did Jesus love on earth One half so tenderly as thee? |
23673 | Though poverty and work and woe The masters of my life may be, When times are worst who does not know Darkness is light with love of thee? |
23673 | Thy joys when shall I see? |
23673 | Vel Judam non videtis, quo modo non dormit, sed festinat tradere me Judaeis? |
23673 | Vel Judam non videtis, quo modo non dormit, sed festinat tradere me Judaeis? |
23673 | What else but love divine, Could Thee constrain to open thus That Sacred Heat of Thine? |
23673 | What gift or present, Jesus, can I bring? |
23673 | What may the gladsome tidings be Which inspire your heav''nly song? |
23673 | What meeker than the Saviour''s Heart? |
23673 | When shall my sorrows have and end? |
23673 | When times are worst who does not know Darkness is light with love of thee? |
23673 | When wilt Thou always Make our hearts Thy home? |
23673 | Who can measure All it means? |
23673 | Who doth not crave for rest? |
23673 | Who is the King of glory? |
23673 | Who is there kneeling by Him In Virgin beauty fair? |
23673 | Who shall sound Thee? |
23673 | Why art thou sorrowful, servant of God? |
23673 | Why so fleetly art thou speeding Up the mountain''s rough ascent? |
23673 | Why your rapturous strains prolong? |
23673 | Wither thus in holy rapture, Royal maiden, art thou bent? |
23673 | Word made Flesh, the bread of nature By His word to Flesh He turns; Wine into His Blood He changes: What through sense no change discerns? |
23673 | by N. A. Montani Moderato Quae est ista, quae est ista, quae ascendit de deserto; deliciis affluens enixa super dilectum suum? |
23673 | this daily food And the daily granted treasure Of His sacrificial Blood? |
23673 | ut quid dereliquisti me? |
13341 | And all thy vesture stain''d like thoseWho in the wine- press tread?" |
13341 | How came they to the happy seatsOf everlasting day?" |
13341 | Whence did this glorious troop arriveAt the pure realms of heavenly light?" |
13341 | 1 2 3& c. 1 What mighty man, or mighty God, Comes travelling in state, Along the Idumean road, Away from Bozrah''s gate? |
13341 | 1 And are we wretches yet alive? |
13341 | 1 And is this life prolong''d to me? |
13341 | 1 And must this body die? |
13341 | 1 Can creatures to perfection find[ 1] Th''eternal uncreated mind? |
13341 | 1 Dearest of all the names above My Jesus, and my God, Who can resist thy heavenly love, Or trifle with thy blood? |
13341 | 1 Do I believe what Jesus saith, And think the gospel true? |
13341 | 1 How can I sink with such a prop As my eternal God, Who bears the earth''s huge pillars up, And spreads the heavens abroad? |
13341 | 1 How shall I praise th''eternal God, That infinite unknown? |
13341 | 1 How should the sons of Adam''s race Be pure before their God? |
13341 | 1 Is this the kind return, And these the thanks we owe, Thus to abuse eternal love, Whence all our blessings flow? |
13341 | 1 Must all the charms of nature then So hopeless to salvation prove? |
13341 | 1 Must friends and kindred drop and die? |
13341 | 1 My drowsy powers, why sleep ye so? |
13341 | 1 Shall the vile race of flesh and blood Contend with their creator, God? |
13341 | 1 Shall we go on to sin Because thy grace abounds, Or crucify the Lord again, And open all his wounds? |
13341 | 1 Shall wisdom cry aloud And not her speech be heard? |
13341 | 1 Thou whom my soul admires above All earthly joy, and earthly love, Tell me, dear shepherd, let me know, Where doth thy sweetest pasture grow? |
13341 | 1 Thy favours Lord, surprise our souls; Will the Eternal dwell with us? |
13341 | 1 What equal honours shall we bring To thee, O Lord our God, the Lamb, When all the notes that angels sing Are far inferior to thy Name? |
13341 | 1 What shall the dying sinner do That seeks relief for all his woe? |
13341 | 1 Whence do our mournful thoughts arise? |
13341 | 1 Who can describe the joys that rise Thro''all the courts of Paradise To see a prodigal return, To see an heir of glory born? |
13341 | 1 Who has believ''d thy word, Or thy salvation known? |
13341 | 1 Why do we mourn departing friends Or shake at death''s alarms? |
13341 | 1 Why does your face, ye humble souls, Those mournful colours wear? |
13341 | 1 Why is my heart so far from thee, My God, my chief delight? |
13341 | 1 Why should the children of a King Go mourning all their days? |
13341 | 1 Why should this earth delight us so? |
13341 | 1 Why should we start and fear to die? |
13341 | 1"Where are the mourners,[ 1]( saith the Lord)"That wait and tremble at my word,"That walk in darkness all the day? |
13341 | 10[ Is he a rock? |
13341 | 11[ Is he a way? |
13341 | 12[ Is he a door? |
13341 | 13& c. 1"These glorious minds, how bright they shine"Whence all their white array? |
13341 | 13& c. 1"What happy men, or angels these"That all their robes are spotless white? |
13341 | 13[ Is he design''d a corner- stone, For men to build their heaven upon? |
13341 | 14[ Is he a temple? |
13341 | 15[ Is he a star? |
13341 | 16[ Is he a sun? |
13341 | 1[ Death may dissolve my body now, And bear my spirit home; Why do my minutes move so slow, Nor my salvation come? |
13341 | 1[ Who is this fair one in distress, That travels from the wilderness? |
13341 | 1[''Tis from the treasures of his word I borrow titles for my Lord? |
13341 | 2 Are we not tending upward too As fast as time can move? |
13341 | 2 Dost thou not dwell in all the saints, And seal the heirs of heaven? |
13341 | 2 Have we forgot th''almighty Name That form''d the earth and sea? |
13341 | 2 How can I die while Jesus lives, Who rose and left the dead? |
13341 | 2 How shall we get our crimes forgiven, Or form our natures fit for heaven? |
13341 | 2 Joyful with all the strength I have My quivering lips should sing,"Where is thy boasted victory, Grave? |
13341 | 2 Lord, when I quit this earthly stage, Where shall I fly but to thy breast? |
13341 | 2 The virgin''s promis''d Son is born, Behold th''expected Child appear; What shall his names or titles be? |
13341 | 2 Then I arise, and search the street Till I my Lord, my Saviour meet; I ask the watchmen of the night,"Where did you see my soul''s delight?" |
13341 | 2 Thou lovely chief of all my joys, Thou sovereign of my heart, How could I bear to hear thy voice Pronounce the sound,"Depart?" |
13341 | 2 Was ever equal pity found? |
13341 | 2 Were these the traitors, dearest Lord, That thy fair body tore? |
13341 | 2 What tho''your numerous sins exceed The stars that fill the skies, And aiming at th''eternal throne, Like pointed mountains rise? |
13341 | 2 Where is the shadow of that rock That from the son defends thy flock? |
13341 | 2 Who shall adjudge the saints to hell? |
13341 | 2 Why should my passions mix with earth, And thus debase my heavenly birth? |
13341 | 2''Tis high as heaven,''tis deep as hell, And what can mortals know or tell? |
13341 | 2[ Doth not the workman''s power extend O''er all the mass, which part to choose, And mould it for a nobler end, And which to leave for viler use?] |
13341 | 2[ Why should my foolish passions rove? |
13341 | 3 Almighty goodness cries,"Forbear;"And straight the thunder stays; And dare we now provoke his wrath, And weary out his grace? |
13341 | 3 Ere sin was born, or Satan fell, He led the host of morning stars;( Thy generation who can tell, Or count the number of thy years?) |
13341 | 3 Great God, is this our certain doom? |
13341 | 3 He lives, he lives, and sits above, For ever interceding there: Who shall divide us from his love? |
13341 | 3 May not the sovereign Lord on high Dispense his favours as he will, Choose some to life while others die, And yet be just and gracious still? |
13341 | 3 Must we indulge a long despair, Shall our petitions die; Our mournings never reach thine ear, Nor tears affect thine eye?] |
13341 | 3 See from his head, his hands, his feet, Sorrow and love flow mingled down; Did e''er such love and sorrow meet? |
13341 | 3 Strong is his arm, his heart is wise; What vain presumers dare Against their Maker''s hand to rise, Or tempt th''unequal war? |
13341 | 3 Was it for crimes that I had done He groan''d upon the tree? |
13341 | 3 Was it for crimes that I had done My dearest Lord was slain When justice seiz''d God''s only Son, And put his soul to pain? |
13341 | 3 What tho''your mighty guilt beyond The wide creation swell, And has its curs''d foundations laid Low as the deeps of hell? |
13341 | 3 Who dares refuse to fear thy Name, Or worship at thy throne? |
13341 | 3 Why do we then indulge our fears, Suspicions and complaints? |
13341 | 3 Why should thy bride appear like one That turns aside to paths unknown? |
13341 | 3 Why should we tremble to convey Their bodies to the tomb? |
13341 | 3 Yet why, my soul, why these complaints? |
13341 | 3"Why, mighty Lord,"thy saints enquire,"Why thine apparel red? |
13341 | 3& c. 1 Do we not know that solemn word, That we are bury''d with the Lord, Baptis''d into his death, and then Put off the body of our sin? |
13341 | 33& c. 1 Who shall the Lord''s elect condemn? |
13341 | 3[ His sovereign power what mortal knows? |
13341 | 3[ Is he compar''d to wine or bread? |
13341 | 3[ While all our hearts and all our songs Join to admire the feast, Each of us cry with thankful tongues,"Lord, why was I a guest? |
13341 | 4 A thousand seraphs strong and bright Stand round the glorious Deity; But who amongst the sons of light Pretends comparison with thee? |
13341 | 4 And can this mighty King Of Glory condescend? |
13341 | 4 And will this glorious Lord descend To be my father and my friend? |
13341 | 4 But speak, my Lord, and calm my fear, Am I not safe beneath thy, shade? |
13341 | 4 Can a kind woman e''er forget The infant of her womb, And''mongst a thousand tender thoughts Her suckling have no room? |
13341 | 4 God is a King of power unknown, Firm are the orders of his throne; If he resolve, who dares oppose, Or ask him why, or what he does? |
13341 | 4 How shall I bear that dreadful day, And stand the fiery test? |
13341 | 4 Must angels sink for ever down, And burn in quenchless fire, While God forsakes his shining throne To raise us wretches higher? |
13341 | 4 Shall persecution, or distress, Famine, or sword, or nakedness? |
13341 | 4 The graves of all his saints he bless''d, And soften''d every bed; Where should the dying members rest, But with the dying head? |
13341 | 4 The vengeance to your follies due Should strike your hearts with terror thro'': How will ye stand before his face, Or answer for his injur''d grace? |
13341 | 4 What have I done for him that dy''d To save my wretched soul? |
13341 | 4"I call for helpers but in vain:"Then has my gospel none? |
13341 | 4"Why was I made to hear thy voice,"And enter while there''s room? |
13341 | 4[ Eternal Father, who shall look Into thy secret will? |
13341 | 4[ Is he a tree? |
13341 | 4[ Speak we of strength? |
13341 | 4[ Who shall pretend to teach him skill? |
13341 | 5 And can such rebels be restor''d? |
13341 | 5 And must my body faint and die? |
13341 | 5 Are they not all thy servants,[4] Lord? |
13341 | 5 Are we the soldiers of the cross? |
13341 | 5 He wounds the heart, and he makes whole; He calms the tempest of the soul; When he shuts up in long despair Who can remove the heavy bar? |
13341 | 5 Lord, shall we lie so sluggish still, And never act our parts? |
13341 | 5 Thro''the wide air the weighty rocks Are swift as hailstones hurl''d: Who dares engage his fiery rage That shakes the solid world? |
13341 | 5 What shall the wretch the sinner do? |
13341 | 5 What shall we pay our heavenly King For grace so vast as this? |
13341 | 5 Whence then should doubts and fears arise, Why trickling sorrows drown our eyes? |
13341 | 5 Wild and unwholesome as the root Will all the branches be; How can we hope for living fruit From such a deadly tree? |
13341 | 5[ Is he a rose? |
13341 | 5[ What shall we pay th''eternal Son, That left the heaven of his abode, And to this wretched earth came down To bring us wanderers back to God? |
13341 | 6 How vain a toy is glittering wealth, If once compar''d to thee; Or what''s my safety, or my health, Or all my friends to me? |
13341 | 6 Lord, can a feeble helpless worm Fulfil a task so hard? |
13341 | 6 Lord, can these plants of virtue grow In such a heart as mine? |
13341 | 6 Shall man reply against the Lord, And call his Maker''s ways unjust, The thunder of whose dreadful word Can crush a thousand worlds to dust? |
13341 | 6 Then I repent and vex my soul That I should leave thee so, Where will those wild affections roll That let a Saviour go? |
13341 | 6 What mortal power from things unclean Can pure productions bring? |
13341 | 6[ Is he a vine? |
13341 | 8 These are a portion of his ways, But who shall dare describe his face? |
13341 | 8 When shall the time, dear Jesus, when The shining day appear, That I shall leave those clouds of sin, And guilt and darkness here? |
13341 | 8[ Is he a fountain? |
13341 | 8[ Jesus, and when shall that dear day, That joyful hour appear, When I shall leave this house of clay To dwell amongst them there?] |
13341 | 9[ Is he a fire? |
13341 | And are we still secure? |
13341 | And can an all- creating arm Grow weary or decay? |
13341 | And do we yet rebel? |
13341 | And helpers be withdrawn? |
13341 | And must these active limbs of mine Lie mouldering in the clay? |
13341 | And must this soul remove? |
13341 | And shall we fear to own his cause, Or blush to speak his name? |
13341 | And where the monster''s sting?" |
13341 | And where''s our courage fled? |
13341 | And will he write his Name,"My Father and my Friend?" |
13341 | Are days and seasons given? |
13341 | Are life and heaven so cheaply sold? |
13341 | Can hell demand, can heaven condemn The man whom Jesus deigns to love? |
13341 | Can souls all o''er defil''d with sin Make their own powers and passions clean? |
13341 | Has restless sin and raging hell Struck all our comforts dead? |
13341 | His heavenly root Supplies the boughs with life and fruit: O let a lasting union join My soul the branch to Christ the vine: 7[ Is he the head? |
13341 | If he command who dares oppose? |
13341 | Is he a God, and shall his grace Grow weary of his saints? |
13341 | Monsters, that stain''d those heavenly limbs With floods of purple gore? |
13341 | Must heaven''s eternal Darling die To save a traitorous race? |
13341 | Must this base world be bought so dear? |
13341 | Or can the largest stretch of thought Measure and search his nature out? |
13341 | Or guide the counsels of his will? |
13341 | Or thorns compose so rich a crown? |
13341 | Or what should tempt us to despair? |
13341 | Our love so faint, so cold to thee, And thine to us so great? |
13341 | Shall mortal worms presume to be More holy, wise, or just than he? |
13341 | Still walking downward to our tomb, And yet prepare no more? |
13341 | Such natures made divine? |
13341 | The followers of the Lamb? |
13341 | The voice of God''s eternal word, Deserves it no regard? |
13341 | This mortal frame decay? |
13341 | What canst thou find beneath the poles To tempt thy chariot downward thus? |
13341 | What doubts are these that waste your faith, And nourish your despair? |
13341 | When the last trumpet sound, And call the nations to the skies From underneath the ground? |
13341 | When wilt thou banish my complaints, And shew my sins forgiven? |
13341 | Where can such sweetness be As I have tasted in thy love; As I have found in thee?] |
13341 | Where shall the guilty conscience find Ease for the torment of the mind? |
13341 | While sorrow with a weeping eye Counts up our comforts gone? |
13341 | Who but the Son shall take that book And open every seal? |
13341 | Who can ascend his high abode, Or venture near his throne? |
13341 | Who can command a vital stream From an infected spring?] |
13341 | Who can endure his light, or stand To hear the thunders of his hand? |
13341 | Why are my thoughts no more by day With thee, no more by night? |
13341 | Why should I cleave to things below, And let my God, my Saviour go? |
13341 | Why should we fix our eyes On these low grounds where sorrows grow, And every pleasure dies? |
13341 | Would he devote that sacred head For such a worm as I? |
13341 | and can an humble child That loves thee with a flame so high, Be ever from thy face exil''d Without the pity of thine eye? |
13341 | and did my Saviour bleed, And did my Sovereign die? |
13341 | and shall we ever lie At this poor dying rate? |
13341 | what can we pay For favours so divine? |
30362 | Dost thou charge my sin to me? 30362 Who,"said the wond''ring John,"are they In white array, Whom now I see before me?" |
30362 | Why should sorrow ever grieve me? |
30362 | ''Tis but for the gold he''s worth; Are we prosp''rous, do we flourish? |
30362 | ( Is God for me, t''oppose me?) |
30362 | --why then toilest thou? |
30362 | A hero Thou Whose courage low Sinks''fore disgrace or danger? |
30362 | And doth the Head befriend me, Am I belov''d by God? |
30362 | And shall Thy word and promise fail, Be put to shame for ever? |
30362 | And what have many more than of the poor the sweat? |
30362 | And who thy frame uprearèd? |
30362 | Are we unworthy? |
30362 | Art thou to- day in joyous mood, Rejoicing in thy share of good? |
30362 | But dust and ashes what am I? |
30362 | But say whoe''er can tell it-- Who are they who repent? |
30362 | Christ is near, What can here E''er of Him deprive me? |
30362 | Consider what we be-- A moment, where are we? |
30362 | Could I be better living Than such have liv''d below? |
30362 | Did I e''er''neath sorrow bend? |
30362 | Did my heart grief ever rend? |
30362 | Did then Thy good and holy Son Himself for us deliver, And I enslavèd, sinful one, Shall I resist Thee ever? |
30362 | Do foes Thee scorn and treat with shame? |
30362 | Dost Thou not work? |
30362 | Dost from the world withdraw thyself, And lov''st God more than gold or pelf? |
30362 | Dost live in sorrow, sunk in grief, Hast much affliction-- no relief? |
30362 | Doth God support Thee and thine ever? |
30362 | Doth He say,"Thou art Mine, thy way doth please Me well?" |
30362 | Doth ev''ry one despise Thy name? |
30362 | Doth wrath so burn, That Thou''lt ne''er turn To me, and stand beside me? |
30362 | For in all His works amazing, See I not His care for me? |
30362 | God oft gives me days of gladness, Shall I grieve If He give Seasons too of sadness? |
30362 | Had God been averse to me, Would He have supported All the gifts so rich and free He to me imparted? |
30362 | Had I no debt of sin to face, How could I ever share Thy grace? |
30362 | Hast thou death deserv''d for ever? |
30362 | Hath He not all the weary way From youth till now thee led, Oft chas''d misfortune''s clouds away That gather''d o''er thy head? |
30362 | Have I e''er been vexèd sore? |
30362 | Have I pleasure? |
30362 | Have I riches? |
30362 | His people''s cry Shall God deny, Who day and night are praying? |
30362 | Hollow and unfaithful ever Is the friendship of the earth; Seemeth she a man to favour? |
30362 | How is it reason finds it hard, The truth so oft rejecteth, That Thou with favour dost regard E''en while Thy hand afflicteth? |
30362 | How long shall I in grief lie low, And inward sorrow grieve me? |
30362 | How long shall I, thy stricken child, Bereft of soul- rest languish? |
30362 | How long shall my proud enemy, Who only meaneth ill to me, Exult o''er me in triumph? |
30362 | How long shall storm and wind so wild, Fill heart with fear and anguish? |
30362 | How long will sorrow on me press And deep heart- anguish grieve me? |
30362 | How long wilt chide, And Thy face hide, In darkness let me languish? |
30362 | How long, Lord, in forgetfulness And darkness wilt Thou leave me? |
30362 | How will my bounding heart With joy be overflowing, Praise evermore renewing, When through the door of heaven By Thee is entrance given? |
30362 | I am God''s, and mine is God, Who from Him can part me? |
30362 | I have deserv''d it, cease t''oppose The Lord''s will, shall I never? |
30362 | If I''m then a child of grace, Should I shun God ever, When He from sin''s devious ways, Seeks me to deliver? |
30362 | If my cup should overflow, Proud in spirit I might grow, Thee deny with scornful word, Asking who is God and Lord? |
30362 | In patience am I giving Myself to just such woe? |
30362 | In suff''rings art thou doom''d to live? |
30362 | Is God for me? |
30362 | Is it from Thee? |
30362 | Is it not pure love that filleth, And His faithful heart o''erflows, When He ever cares for those, Who do only what He willeth? |
30362 | Is the handredweight thy gain? |
30362 | Is this felicity? |
30362 | Is this the first time we have known And tasted sore affliction? |
30362 | Is''t so? |
30362 | It is thought, that at this time Gerhardt wrote his heart- stirring and beautiful hymn,--Ist Gott für mich, so trete? |
30362 | Jesus, why should they so grieve Thee, Who''re uncircumcis''d in heart, By this rite? |
30362 | Mine art thou still, and mine shalt be, Who will be this denying? |
30362 | Mine eyes scarce ope are keeping, A moment-- I''ll be sleeping, Where''s body then and soul? |
30362 | Must I be passing Through cares harassing? |
30362 | Must I then His own restore Him? |
30362 | My Saviour, what dejects Thee, And causeth all Thy woe? |
30362 | My body what but grass so dry? |
30362 | My face, why should''st thou troubled be When thou of death art hearing? |
30362 | No stone, our Saviour God art Thou, How canst Thou so afflict us now? |
30362 | O my soul, why dost thou grieve, Why dost mourn so bitterly, That more freely God doth give Gifts to others than to thee? |
30362 | Of wealth, what is thy store? |
30362 | Reflect, my friend, say, if you know What station is there here below Without its fall and daily share Of sorrow, pain, and anxious care? |
30362 | SAY WITH WHAT SALUTATIONS? |
30362 | SHALL I NOT MY GOD BE PRAISING? |
30362 | Satan e''er fool''d me before? |
30362 | Satan''s wiles dost thou not see? |
30362 | Say who to pale hath made it? |
30362 | Say with what salutations Shall I Thine advent greet? |
30362 | Say, where a place to lay my head, On earth had I attainèd? |
30362 | Seems help impossible to thee? |
30362 | Shake thy head in scorn, and"flee,"Bid the old deceiver--"Wilt renew thy thrusts at me, Me to fear deliver? |
30362 | Shall He be reproach''d by men Through thy sore dejection? |
30362 | Shall I not my God be praising, And in Him not joyful be? |
30362 | Shall cradled infants feel the stroke, Shall they endure the heavy yoke? |
30362 | She will smile on us, and nourish; Doth misfortune o''er us low''r? |
30362 | So darest thou His pow''r so great Ne''er doubt a moment even, Who is it that doth all create,-- By whom all gifts are given? |
30362 | Soul, why art thou sad and dreary? |
30362 | The heart of Herod loathèd Thee, Yet what art Thou? |
30362 | The life we''re living What is it giving? |
30362 | The tent- like firmament who builds, Who spreads th''expanse of blue, Who sends to fertilize our fields Refreshing rain and dew? |
30362 | Thou art but man, to thee''tis known, Why dost thou then endeavour To do what God should do alone, Or can accomplish ever? |
30362 | Thou art my only light below, No other helper here I know; I wait on Thee both night and day, Why dost Thou, then, O Lord, delay? |
30362 | Thou spring of boundless blessing, How could e''er my feeble mind Of Thy depth the bottom find, Though my efforts were unceasing? |
30362 | Though a heavy cross I''m bearing, And my heart Feels the smart, Shall I be despairing? |
30362 | Though he rage sore, What can he more Than soul and body sever? |
30362 | Thy foes why should they move thee? |
30362 | To glad our eyes, by whose decree, Say, hath the light appearèd? |
30362 | To us vouchsafèd can it be The Sun of Righteousness to see, The Star from Jacob''s stem so bright, The woman''s Seed, the Gentiles''Light? |
30362 | To wring my heart with anguish? |
30362 | WHY WITHOUT, THEN, ART THOU STAYING? |
30362 | What God doth who can e''er explore, And say what He rejoiceth o''er? |
30362 | What are they Better than small dust of earth? |
30362 | What can I with my utmost pow''r? |
30362 | What can death''s poison do to me? |
30362 | What can there be( I ask of thee) That can arise, To fear thee to deliver? |
30362 | What do they eat and drink, and what gain do they get? |
30362 | What dost thou think and speak, What''s fathomless, art sounding? |
30362 | What good did all the might of men Do, when to thee were given Life, mind, and pow''r from heaven? |
30362 | What good the life I''m living? |
30362 | What harm can do Our soul''s dread foe To us at all, Though full of gall his spirit? |
30362 | What hast Thou e''er neglected For my good here below? |
30362 | What have we had but grief alone On earth, and sore dejection? |
30362 | What have we here or what are we, Of good what can earth give, That we do not alone from Thee, Our Father, aye receive? |
30362 | What is His wide dominion fair? |
30362 | What is all this life possesseth? |
30362 | What is the sum of all our gain From youth to age, but toil and pain, Heart- sorrow and vexation? |
30362 | What is there in sky or sea, What the wide earth over, What that works no good for me, Canst thou then discover? |
30362 | What meaneth He? |
30362 | What means He to announce to us, Who nature''s course can alter thus? |
30362 | What mortal knows His Maker''s mind? |
30362 | What shall I do then, Lord? |
30362 | What should thus in sorrow sink us? |
30362 | What to- day my heart doth gladden, That to- morrow doth not sadden? |
30362 | What use, though much we''ve learnèd here, If first we do not learn Thy fear, And ne''er to serve Thee right attain? |
30362 | What will be then Thy greeting, Me and my brethren meeting? |
30362 | What''s Satan''s might and majesty? |
30362 | What''s it worth? |
30362 | What''s measureless, art bounding? |
30362 | When did God command me Judgment to require from thee? |
30362 | Where shall I from Thy Spirit fly, Escape from Thine omniscient eye? |
30362 | Where shall I from Thy presence hide, And where remote from Thee abide? |
30362 | Where were thy mind and will and heart When land and ocean over, Yea, even earth''s remotest part, The sky was spread to cover? |
30362 | Who can declare,"My house was ever All free from care, And troubled never?" |
30362 | Who can rob me of my heaven That God''s Son, As mine own, To my faith hath given? |
30362 | Who car''d for thee ere light of day Had dawn''d upon thy vision, While in the womb thy soul still lay As in a gloomy prison? |
30362 | Who did pow''r on thee bestow Sentence to deliver? |
30362 | Who hath thy frame replenish''d With members fair and finish''d? |
30362 | Who hath thy veins in order laid, For each a course convenient made? |
30362 | Who is he that could ever find The counsel out God hath decreed, The way wherein He''d have us tread? |
30362 | Who is it life and health bestows, Who keeps us with His hand In golden peace, wards off war''s woes, From our dear native land? |
30362 | Who is it that afflicts Thee? |
30362 | Who is the Master, where is he, Who in perfection sketcheth The hands this infant dear to me Now smilingly outstretcheth? |
30362 | Who made the sun and moon to shine, Who gave herbs, trees, and beasts as thine, Who bid them satisfy thee, And no desire deny thee? |
30362 | Who thought upon thy welfare then? |
30362 | Who warmeth us in cold and frost, Who shields us from the wind, Who orders it that wine and must We in their season find? |
30362 | Whose skill was it that fashion''d thee? |
30362 | Why are, but for good to me, Air and water given? |
30362 | Why com''st Thou, Lord, so slowly To free me from this state? |
30362 | Why do clouds their streams outpour? |
30362 | Why do dews earth cover? |
30362 | Why do star so beauteously Shine on us from Heaven? |
30362 | Why do thy cares both night and day Grieve thee so bitterly? |
30362 | Why dost Thou let me feel such smart, Pass through such tribulation? |
30362 | Why for thy life should care so grieve thee, How to nourish and sustain it? |
30362 | Why should sorrow ever grieve me? |
30362 | Why should tears so freely flow? |
30362 | Why should they such pain e''er give Thee, Why inflict such cruel smart? |
30362 | Why through holy men of old Have God''s words been given? |
30362 | Why wilt thou thyself so weary When there is no need for thee? |
30362 | Why with verdure''s cover''d o''er, Why flow blessings over Hill and valley, field and wood? |
30362 | Why without, then, art Thou staying, Blessed of the Lord from far? |
30362 | Will not God''s own Son now bless us? |
30362 | Wilt Thou Thy face, Lord, utterly Turn from me? |
30362 | Wilt Thou eternally repel, And show Thy goodness never? |
30362 | Wilt Thou give ever To me whatever My life is needing? |
30362 | Wilt Thou then grieve me, Gall to drink give me? |
30362 | Wilt thou do what is for thy good, And what thy God good seeth? |
30362 | Would I have life? |
30362 | dearest love, why was I born, If Thou my soul forsakest? |
30362 | fairest one, what faileth me In Thy great love, of blessing? |
30362 | from hour to hour But what Thyself art giving? |
30362 | is this magnificence? |
30362 | my work then bless; Is it of man? |
30362 | now turn Thine eyes away From paths where I have gone astray; Of my ill ways what thinkest Thou, That I''ve pursued from youth till now? |
30362 | to Thee we sing 37 In grateful songs your voices raise 238 In prayer your voices raise ye 45 Is God for me? |
30362 | what shall I do for Thee For all the good Thou doest me, Thus saving me and shielding? |
30362 | where art thou vanish''d? |
30362 | who dost Heav''n''s sceptre wield What is it that now makes our field, And everything that it doth bear, Such sad and ruin''d aspect wear? |
30362 | why permittest Thou my soul To sink in sore dejection? |
30362 | why should the thought of death With terror make me shiver? |
30362 | wilt Thou, Unmindful of me, leave me? |
30362 | wilt ne''er look on me In grace and in compassion? |
33180 | If He Giveth Quiet, Who Can Make Trouble? |
33180 | 1 Am I a soldier of the cross, And pledged to bear its shame? |
33180 | 1 Brother, hast thou wandered far From thy Father''s happy home, With thyself and God at war? |
33180 | 1 Brother, will you slight the message Sent in mercy from above? |
33180 | 1 Feeble, helpless, how shall I Learn to live and learn to die? |
33180 | 1 Grows dark thy path before thee? |
33180 | 1 Hast thou,''midst life''s empty noises, Heard the solemn steps of Time, And the low, mysterious voices Of another clime? |
33180 | 1 Hath not thy heart within thee burned At evening''s calm and holy hour, As if its inmost depths discerned The presence of a loftier power? |
33180 | 1 How long, O Lord, his brother''s blood Shall man in battle spill? |
33180 | 1 O Lovely Voices of the sky, Which hymned the Saviour''s birth, Are ye not singing still on high, Ye that sang,"Peace on earth"? |
33180 | 1 O where are kings and empires now Of old that went and came? |
33180 | 1 O, where shall rest be found, Rest for the weary soul? |
33180 | 1 Shall we grow weary in our watch, And murmur at the long delay, Impatient of our Father''s time And his appointed way? |
33180 | 1 The land our fathers left to us Is foul with hateful sin; When shall, O Lord, this sorrow end, And hope and joy begin? |
33180 | 1 Was it in vain that Jesus prayed For those he came to save, When darkly o''er his path was laid The shadow of the grave? |
33180 | 1 What shall we ask of God in prayer? |
33180 | 1 Where is thy sting, O death? |
33180 | 1 Who is thy neighbor? |
33180 | 1 Why, thou never- setting Light, Is thy brightness veiled from me? |
33180 | 1 Wilt Thou not visit me? |
33180 | 1 Wouldst thou in thy lonely hour Praises to the Eternal pour? |
33180 | 1"Is this a fast for me?" |
33180 | 2 And shall we fear to tread The path where Jesus led, The pure and holy one, for man who died? |
33180 | 2 And thus shall faith''s consoling power The tears of love restrain; O, who that saw thy parting hour Could wish thee here again? |
33180 | 2 Brought safely by His hand thus far, Why wilt thou now give place to fear? |
33180 | 2 Can loving children e''er reprove With murmurs whom they trust and love? |
33180 | 2 Can rites, and forms, and flaming zeal, The breaches of Thy precepts heal? |
33180 | 2 Early hath life''s mighty question Thrilled within thy heart of youth, With a deep and strong beseeching,-- What, and where, is truth? |
33180 | 2 Hast thou not heard''mid forest glades, While ancient rivers murmured by, A voice from forth the eternal shades, That spake a present Deity? |
33180 | 2 Hast thou wasted all the powers God for noble uses gave? |
33180 | 2 Hath Jesus loved and prayed in vain? |
33180 | 2 He has taught us to forgive, By his words in days gone by; He has taught us how to live; Can he teach us how to die? |
33180 | 2 How long shall glory still be found In scenes of cruel strife, Where misery walks, a giant crowned, Crushing the flowers of life? |
33180 | 2 Is true freedom but to break Fetters for our own dear sake, And with leathern hearts forget That we owe mankind a debt? |
33180 | 2 Must I be carried to the skies On flowery beds of ease, While others fought to win the prize, And sailed through bloody seas? |
33180 | 2 O, who like thee,--so calm, so bright, So pure, so made to live in light? |
33180 | 2 On the Rock of Ages founded, What can shake thy sure repose? |
33180 | 2 Poor tremblers at His rougher wind, Why do we doubt Him so? |
33180 | 2 Said not oft those pleading eyes That they longed for purer skies? |
33180 | 2 Say, shall we yield him, in costly devotion, Odors of Edom, and offerings divine? |
33180 | 2 Thus it saith; in accents mild,--"Weary wanderer, wayward child, From thy Father''s earnest love Still forever wilt thou rove? |
33180 | 2 Thy neighbor? |
33180 | 2 Was not our Lord a little child, Taught by degrees to pray, By father dear and mother mild Instructed day by day? |
33180 | 2 Went I not forth undaunted and alone, Strong in the majesty of human might? |
33180 | 2 What good, though growing might and wealth Shall stretch from shore to shore, If thus the fatal poison- taint Be only spread the more? |
33180 | 2 What now shall affright us? |
33180 | 2 What though the spicy breezes Blow soft o''er Ceylon''s isle; Though every prospect pleases, And only man is vile? |
33180 | 2 What though the wild winds rage around? |
33180 | 2 What voice shall bid the progress stay Of truth''s victorious car? |
33180 | 2 Who, among men, great Lord of all, Thy servant to his bar shall call? |
33180 | 2 Why art thou cast down, my soul? |
33180 | 2 Why should my passions mix with earth, And thus debase my heavenly birth? |
33180 | 2 Wilt Thou not visit me? |
33180 | 2 Wouldst thou a temple? |
33180 | 2 Wouldst thou, when thy faults are known, Wish that pardon should be shown? |
33180 | 2"No; is not this alone The sacred fast I choose: Oppression''s yoke to burst in twain, The bands of guilt unloose? |
33180 | 3 And as, upon the sacred page, Thine eye in rapt attention turned O''er records of a holier age, Hath not thy heart within thee burned? |
33180 | 3 And evermore beside him on his way, The unseen Christ shall move, That he may lean upon his arm and say,"Dost thou, dear Lord, approve?" |
33180 | 3 And loved he not of heaven to talk With children in his sight, To meet them in his daily walk, And to his arms invite? |
33180 | 3 Are there no foes for me to face? |
33180 | 3 Did ever trouble yet befall, And He refuse to hear thy call? |
33180 | 3 Does any from the false world find Naught but reproach and scorn? |
33180 | 3 Fain would earth''s true and dear Save me in this dark hour; And art not Thou more near? |
33180 | 3 Gethsemane can I forget? |
33180 | 3 Hath God cast off forever? |
33180 | 3 His rest? |
33180 | 3 Is a mighty famine now In thy heart and in thy soul? |
33180 | 3 O, who like thee so humbly bore The scorn, the scoffs, of men before? |
33180 | 3 O, why should anxious thought Press down your weary mind? |
33180 | 3 Roll back the swelling tide of sin, The lust of gain, the lust of power; The day of freedom usher in: How long delays the appointed hour? |
33180 | 3 Shall man remain in silence, then, While all beneath the skies The chorus joins? |
33180 | 3 Shall we, whose souls are lighted By wisdom from on high, Shall we to men benighted The lamp of life deny? |
33180 | 3 Shouldst thou helpless be and poor, Wouldst thou not for aid implore? |
33180 | 3 So, trusting in Thy love, I tread The narrow path of duty on; What though some cherished joys are fled? |
33180 | 3 The ocean, that in mountains ran, Spreads boundlessly without a wave; And is it only said of man, His peace is in the grave? |
33180 | 3 Then, death, where is thy sting? |
33180 | 3 Thy neighbor? |
33180 | 3 Was I not girded for the battle- field? |
33180 | 3 We are His people, we His care, Our souls and all our mortal frame: What lasting honors shall we rear, Almighty Maker, to Thy name? |
33180 | 3 What is that great intent On which each heart is bent, Our hosts among? |
33180 | 3 What our foes? |
33180 | 3 What though in lonely grief I sigh For friends beloved, no longer nigh? |
33180 | 3 Where now is death''s terror? |
33180 | 3 Who shall make trouble, then? |
33180 | 3 Who with another''s eye can read, Or worship by another''s creed? |
33180 | 3 Why seeks he not a home of rest? |
33180 | 3"To nakedness and want Your food and raiment deal, To dwell your kindred race among, And all their sufferings heal? |
33180 | 4 And shall man alone be dumb, Till that glorious kingdom come? |
33180 | 4 And though some tones be weak and low, What are all prayers beneath, But cries of babes, that can not know Half the deep thought they breathe? |
33180 | 4 But never rose within his breast A trust so calm and deep as now;-- Shall not the weary find a rest? |
33180 | 4 Hath He His loving- kindness Shut up in bitter wrath? |
33180 | 4 Is there a thing beneath the sun, That strives with Thee my heart to share? |
33180 | 4 Think what Spirit dwells within thee; Think what Father''s smiles are thine; Think that Jesus died to win thee; Child of heaven, canst thou repine? |
33180 | 4 Thy neighbor? |
33180 | 4 We slumber while the present calls, But darkness grows with rest; Wouldst thou see truth? |
33180 | 4 What if death my sleep invade;-- Should I be of death afraid? |
33180 | 4 What shall make trouble? |
33180 | 4 What sought they thus afar? |
33180 | 4 When should not they rejoice, Whom Christ his brethren calls; Who hear and know his guiding voice, When on their hearts it falls? |
33180 | 4 Where, then, art thou? |
33180 | 4 Who can faint while such a river Ever flows their thirst to assuage? |
33180 | 4 Wouldst thou in thy lonely hour Praises to the Eternal pour? |
33180 | 4"Wouldst live in earth as lives The glorious One above? |
33180 | 5 And though Thy wisdom takes away, Shall I arraign Thy will? |
33180 | 5 And was his mortal hour beset With anguish and dismay? |
33180 | 5 The terror and the charm repel, And powers of earth, and powers of hell; The Man of Calvary triumphed here; Why should his faithful followers fear? |
33180 | 5 Then wherefore should we grieve Or what have we to fear? |
33180 | 5 Thy neighbor? |
33180 | 5 What shall make trouble? |
33180 | And has He not His promise past, That thou shalt overcome at last? |
33180 | And shall I fear to own Christ''s cause, Or blush to speak his name? |
33180 | And shall it ever be, That after all our toils and tears Thy sabbath we shall see? |
33180 | And where thy victory, grave? |
33180 | Are They Not All Ministering Spirits? |
33180 | Are we not brothers all? |
33180 | Art Thou not love and power? |
33180 | Bore I not helm of pride and glittering sword? |
33180 | Bright jewels of the mine? |
33180 | Can time His truth impair? |
33180 | Did not oft the falling tear Speak of roughening billows here? |
33180 | Discontent upon thy brow? |
33180 | Does any, stung by words unkind, Wish that he ne''er was born? |
33180 | Gems of the mountain, and pearls of the ocean, Myrrh from the forest, or gold from the mine? |
33180 | God, thy God, shall make thee whole; Why art thou disquieted? |
33180 | His tender mercy never Shall we presume to share? |
33180 | How canst thou want if He provide, Or lose thy way with such a guide? |
33180 | How long that mandate be withstood, Which cries,"Thou shalt not kill?" |
33180 | How may we meet our conflict yet In the dark, narrow way? |
33180 | How, but through him that path who trod? |
33180 | If ye do not feel the chain, When it works a brother''s pain, Are ye not base slaves indeed, Slaves unworthy to be freed? |
33180 | Judge him, for modes of faith, Thy foe, Or doom him to the realms of woe? |
33180 | Lord, to Whom Shall We Go? |
33180 | Must I not stem the flood? |
33180 | O Death, Where Is Thy Sting? |
33180 | O, who like thee did ever go So patient through a world of woe? |
33180 | Or fasts and penance reconcile Thy justice, and obtain Thy smile? |
33180 | Or shall we shrink from shame, Endured for Jesus''name, Our glorious Lord, once spurned and crucified? |
33180 | Or there thy conflict see, Thine agony and bloody sweat, And not remember thee? |
33180 | Praise His name for life and light; Are the shadows lengthening o''er us? |
33180 | Prayed we not that she might rest On her Heavenly Father''s breast? |
33180 | S. M.* Why Art Thou Cast Down, My Soul? |
33180 | Shall sloth and faintness win Thy peace, O Thou, the martyr''s God? |
33180 | So meek, forgiving, godlike, high, So glorious in humility? |
33180 | Squandered life''s most golden hours? |
33180 | That hidden world no eye can see,-- O, who shall pierce its mystery? |
33180 | The chief of all the sons of men, Shall we not welcome him? |
33180 | The wealth of seas, the spoils of war? |
33180 | Thou wilt not tremble at the sound; What though the waters o''er thee roll? |
33180 | Thus saith the Lord our God;"A day for man to vex his soul, And feel affliction''s rod? |
33180 | To whom shall we Thy children turn? |
33180 | What are ages, in Thy sight, But as yesterday when past, Or a watch within the night? |
33180 | What arm arrest the growing day, Or quench the solar star? |
33180 | What is Prayer? |
33180 | What radiant light dispels the gloom? |
33180 | What reckless soul, though stout and strong, Shall dare bring back the ancient wrong, Oppression''s guilty night prolong, And freedom''s morning bar? |
33180 | What though some flattering dreams are gone? |
33180 | Where art thou?--''midst the host above May we still gaze on thee? |
33180 | Who Is My Neighbor? |
33180 | Who shall lead thy child to Thee? |
33180 | Who, O God, my guide shall be? |
33180 | Why does this unwonted night Cloud thy blest benignity? |
33180 | Why seeks he not the pillowed bed? |
33180 | Why should I cleave to things below, And let my God, my Saviour, go? |
33180 | Why should the earth be drenched with gore? |
33180 | Your downcast eyes and hands lift up; Doubt not, nor cry"O God, how long?" |
33180 | and wilt Thou condescend To be my Father and my Friend? |
33180 | does its beauteous ray Aught of hope or joy foretell? |
33180 | he must win Fair Zion''s gate through ranks of sin; Why are these words, this solemn show, If sin be not his deadly foe? |
33180 | is day before us? |
33180 | know ye not that ye The temple are of God? |
33180 | look above,-- The heavens stretch over all in love; A book? |
33180 | thy friend, thy master, prayed, While dread and anguish shook his frame, Then met his sufferings undismayed; Wilt thou not strive to do the same? |
33180 | what offering shall we bring, At Thine altars when we bow? |
33180 | where thy victory? |
33180 | whose boast it is that ye Come of fathers brave and free, If there breathe on earth a slave, Are ye truly free and brave? |
33180 | will its beams alone Gild the spot that gave them birth? |
13166 | And cherish such an impious thought within,That the All- Holy would indulge thy sin?" |
13166 | Are my eyes charm''d thy vestments to behold,Glaring in gems, and gay in woven gold?" |
13166 | Are not our lips our ownthey cry,"And who shall be our lord?" |
13166 | Are not thy servants turn''d to dust? |
13166 | Deep in the dust can I declareThy truth, or sing thy goodness there? |
13166 | Or hast thou made mankind in vain? 13166 Or say, our lips are not our own?" |
13166 | When did I thirst, or drink thy bullocks blood? 13166 1 And will the God of grace Perpetual silence keep? 13166 1 Are all the foes of Sion fools, Who thus devour her saints? 13166 1 Are sinners now so senseless grown That they thy saints devour? 13166 1 Consider all my sorrows, Lord, And thy deliverance send; My soul for thy salvation faints, When will my troubles end? 13166 1 Hear me, O God, nor hide thy face, But answer lest I die; Hast thou not built a throne of grace To hear when sinners cry? 13166 1 How long wilt thou conceal thy face? 13166 1 How long, 0 Lord, shall I complain Like one that seeks his God in vain? 13166 1 How shall the young secure their hearts, And guard their lives from sin? 13166 1 I will extol thee, Lord, on high, At thy command, diseases fly; Who but a God can speak and save From the dark borders of the grave? 13166 1 Is there ambition in my heart? 13166 1 Judges, who rule the world by laws, Will ye despise the righteous cause, When th''injur''d poor before you stands? 13166 1 Just are thy ways, and true thy word, Great rock of my secure abode; Who is a God beside the Lord? 13166 1 Lord, hast thou cast the nation off? 13166 1 Lord, what was man, when made at first, Adam the offspring of the dust, That thou shouldst set him and his race But just below an angel''s place? 13166 1 My Saviour, my almighty Friend, When I begin thy praise, Where will the growing numbers end, The numbers of thy grace? 13166 1 My refuge is the God of love; Why do my foes insult and cry,Fly like a timorous trembling dove,"To distant woods or mountains fly"? |
13166 | 1 Shew pity, Lord, O Lord, forgive, Let a repenting rebel live: Are not thy mercies large and free? |
13166 | 1 The Lord my shepherd is, I shall be well supply''d; Since he is mine, and I am his, What can I want beside? |
13166 | 1 Thou God of love, thou ever blest, Pity my suffering state; When wilt thou set my soul at rest From lips that love deceit? |
13166 | 1 What shall I render to my God For all his kindness shown? |
13166 | 1 Where shall the man be found That fears t''offend his God, That loves the gospel''s joyful sound, And trembles at the rod? |
13166 | 1 Where shall we go to seek and find An habitation for our God, A dwelling for th''Eternal Mind Amongst the sons of flesh and blood? |
13166 | 1 Who shall ascend thy heavenly place, Great God, and dwell before thy face? |
13166 | 1 Who shall inhabit in thy hill, O God of holiness? |
13166 | 1 Who will arise and plead my right Against my numerous foes, While earth and hell their force unite, And all my hopes oppose? |
13166 | 1 Why did the Jews proclaim their rage? |
13166 | 1 Why did the nations join to slay The Lord''s anointed Son? |
13166 | 1 Why do the proud insult the poor, And boast the large estates they have? |
13166 | 1 Why do the wealthy wicked boast, And grow profanely bold? |
13166 | 1 Why doth the Lord stand off so far, And why conceal his face, When great calamities appear, And times of deep distress? |
13166 | 1 Why doth the man of riches grow To insolence and pride, To see his wealth and honours flow With every rising tide? |
13166 | 1 Why should I vex my soul and fret To see the wicked rise? |
13166 | 1 Will God for ever cast us off? |
13166 | 1"Why has my God my soul forsook,"Nor will a smile afford?" |
13166 | 10 Canst thou for ever sit and hear Thine holy Name profan''d? |
13166 | 10"Can I be flatter''d with thy cringing bows,"Thy solemn chatterings and fantastic vows? |
13166 | 13 Is not the world of nature thine, The darkness and the day? |
13166 | 13"Silent I waited with long suffering love;"But didst thou hope that I should ne''er reprove? |
13166 | 14 Hath not thy power form''d every coast, And set the earth its bounds, With summer''s heat and winter''s frost, In their perpetual rounds? |
13166 | 15 And shall the sons of earth and dust That sacred power blaspheme? |
13166 | 2 Bless, O my soul, the God of grace; His favours claim thy highest praise; Why should the wonders he hath wrought Be lost in silence and forgot? |
13166 | 2 But there''s a brighter world on high, Thy palace, Lord, above the sky: Who shall ascend that blest abode, And dwell so near his Maker God? |
13166 | 2 But who among the sons of men May visit thine abode? |
13166 | 2 Does not my soul detest and hate The sons of malice and deceit? |
13166 | 2 Hast thou not writ salvation down, And promis''d quickening grace? |
13166 | 2 Have ye forgot, or never knew, That God will judge the judges too? |
13166 | 2 How long shall my poor labouring soul Wrestle and toil in vain? |
13166 | 2 If government be all destroy''d( That firm foundation of our peace) And violence make justice void, Where shall the righteous seek redress? |
13166 | 2 Lord, shall it be for ever said,"The race of man was only made"For sickness, sorrow, and the dust?" |
13166 | 2 Lord, shall the wicked still deride Thy justice and thy pow''r? |
13166 | 2 Lord, while we see whole nations die, Our flesh and sense repine and cry,"Must death for ever rage and reign? |
13166 | 2 Shall I for ever be forgot As one whom thou regardest not? |
13166 | 2 Spare us, O Lord, aloud we pray, Nor let our sun go down at noon: Thy years are one eternal day, And must thy children die so soon? |
13166 | 2 That thou shouldst raise his nature so And make him lord of all below; Make every beast and bird submit, And lay the fishes at his feet? |
13166 | 2 Turn, turn thee to my soul, Bring thy salvation near: When will thy hand release my feet Out of the deadly snare? |
13166 | 2 When shall I see thy courts of grace, And meet my God again? |
13166 | 2 Who knows the wonders of thy ways? |
13166 | 2 Why should I make a man my trust? |
13166 | 2 Why will ye then frame wicked laws? |
13166 | 2 Wilt thou forsake my hoary hairs, And leave my fainting heart? |
13166 | 2[ Why doth he treat the poor with scorn, Made of the self- same clay, And boast as tho''his flesh was born Of better dust than they?] |
13166 | 3 As the benighted pilgrims wait, And long, and wish for breaking day, So waits my soul before thy gate; When will my God his face display? |
13166 | 3 Dost thou not dwell among the just? |
13166 | 3 Great God, whom heavenly hosts obey, How long shall we lament and pray, And wait in vain thy kind return? |
13166 | 3 Hast thou not promis''d to thy Son And all his seed a heavenly crown? |
13166 | 3 How long shall my poor troubled breast Be with these anxious thoughts opprest? |
13166 | 3 I cry''d aloud to thee, my God,"What canst thou profit by my blood? |
13166 | 3 Temptations vex my weary soul, And tears are my repast; The foe insults without control,"And where''s your God at last?" |
13166 | 3 The sparrow chuses where to rest, And for her young provides her nest: But will my God to sparrows grant That pleasure which his children want? |
13166 | 3 When God, our leader, shines in arms, What mortal heart can bear The thunder of his loud alarms? |
13166 | 3 When shall the sovereign grace Of my forgiving God Restore me from those dangerous ways My wandering feet have trod? |
13166 | 3 When shall thy Name, from shore to shore, Sound all the earth abroad, And distant nations know and love Their Saviour and their God? |
13166 | 3 Which of the sons of Adam dare, Or angels, with their God compare? |
13166 | 3 Why did the Gentiles rage, And Jews with one accord Bend all their counsels to destroy Th''anointed of the Lord? |
13166 | 3 Why should I make a man my trust? |
13166 | 3"And what have hypocrites to do"To bring their sacrifice? |
13166 | 3"Hear me, O Lord, and save thy Son,"Nor hide thy shining face;"Why should thy favorite look like one"Forsaken of thy grace? |
13166 | 3"This is the man did once pretend"God was his father and his friend;"If God the blessed lov''d him so,"Why doth he fail to help him now?" |
13166 | 3"Where is thy promise to the just? |
13166 | 4 Are not thy mercies sovereign still? |
13166 | 4 Didst thou not raise my faith, O Lord? |
13166 | 4 Doth secret mischief lurk within? |
13166 | 4 Hast thou not given thy word To save my soul from death? |
13166 | 4 I''ll cast myself before his feet, And say"My God, my heavenly Rock,"Why doth thy love so long forget"The soul that groans beneath thy stroke?" |
13166 | 4 If he afflicts his saints so far To prove their love, and try their grace, What may the bold transgressors fear? |
13166 | 4 In vain to idol- saints they cry, And perish in their blood; Where is a rock so great, so high, So powerful as our God? |
13166 | 4 Lord, what is worthless man, That thou shouldst love him so? |
13166 | 4 My eyes with expectation fail, My heart within me cries,"When will the Lord his truth fulfil,"And make my comforts rise?" |
13166 | 4 Shall I be still tormented more? |
13166 | 4 Their hands shall bear you, lest you fall And dash against the stones: Are they not servants at his call, And sent t''attend his sons? |
13166 | 4 This life''s a dream, an empty show; But the bright world to which I go Hath joys substantial and sincere; When shall I wake, and find me there? |
13166 | 4 What are the earth''s wide kingdoms else But mighty hills of prey? |
13166 | 4 What power could make the deep divide? |
13166 | 4 With hoary frost he strews the ground; His hail descends with clattering sound: Where is the man so vainly bold That dares defy his dreadful cold? |
13166 | 4"Could you expect to''scape my sight,"And sin without control? |
13166 | 4"There''s none of all my sons above,"So much my image or my love;"Celestial powers thy subjects are,"Then what can earth to thee compare? |
13166 | 4"Yet shall our words be free,"they cry,"Our tongue shall be controll''d by none:"Where is the Lord will ask us why? |
13166 | 5 But why, my soul, sunk down so far Beneath this heavy load? |
13166 | 5 Does not my heart thy precepts love, And long to see thy face? |
13166 | 5 Hast thou not planted with thy hands A lovely vine in heathen lands? |
13166 | 5 He rules by his resistless might: Will rebel mortals dare Provoke th''Eternal to the fight, And tempt that dreadful war? |
13166 | 5 How will they bear to stand Before that judgment- seat, Where all the saints at Christ''s right hand In full assembly meet? |
13166 | 5 I''ll chide my heart that sinks so low, Why should my soul indulge her grief? |
13166 | 5 Let the unthinking many say,"Who will bestow some earthly good?" |
13166 | 5 Lord, shall thy bright example shine In vain before my eyes? |
13166 | 5 My heart and flesh cry out for thee, While far from thine abode: When shall I tread thy courts, and see My Saviour and my God? |
13166 | 5 Nature and time, and earth and skies, Thy heavenly skill proclaim: What shall we do to make us wise, But learn to read thy Name? |
13166 | 5 Shall they escape without thy frown? |
13166 | 5 What should I wish or wait for then From creatures, earth and dust? |
13166 | 5 Which of the stocks or stones they trust Can give them showers of rain? |
13166 | 5 Why do the men of malice rage, And say with foolish pride,"The God of heaven will ne''er engage To fight on Zion''s side?" |
13166 | 6 At thy rebuke, O Jacob''s God, Both horse and chariot fell; Who knows the terrors of thy rod? |
13166 | 6 But I with flowing tears Indulge my doubts to rise"Is there a God that sees or hears"The things below the skies?"] |
13166 | 6 But who can speak thy wondrous deeds? |
13166 | 6 Could I so false, so faithless prove, To quit thy service and thy love, Where, Lord, could I thy presence shun, Or from thy dreadful glory run? |
13166 | 6 For thee I thirst, I pray, I mourn; When will thy smiling face return? |
13166 | 6 I call''d thy mercies to my mind Which I enjoy''d before; And will the Lord no more be kind? |
13166 | 6 If I were hungry would I ask thee food? |
13166 | 6 Lord, where shall guilty souls retire, Forgotten and unknown? |
13166 | 6 O who can ever find The errors of his ways? |
13166 | 6 When shall my feet arise and stand On heaven''s eternal hills? |
13166 | 6 Why will my Father hide his face, When foes stand threatening round, In the dark hour of deep distress, And not an helper found? |
13166 | 6[ Let sinners and their wicked rage Be humbled to the dust; Shall not the God of truth engage To vindicate the just? |
13166 | 7 What is the creature''s skill or force, The sprightly man, the warlike horse, The nimble wit, the active limb? |
13166 | 7 What power can stand before thy sight When once thy wrath appears? |
13166 | 7 Why is its beauty thus defac''d? |
13166 | 7 Will he for ever cast me off? |
13166 | 7 Yet they provok''d the Lord most high, And dar''d distrust his hand;"Can he with bread our host supply"Amidst this desert land?" |
13166 | 8 Awake, arise, almighty Lord, Why sleeps thy wonted grace? |
13166 | 8 Silent I waited with lone- suffering love, But didst thou hope that I should ne''er reprove? |
13166 | 8 Who knows the errors of his thoughts? |
13166 | 9 How long, eternal God, how long Shall men of pride blaspheme? |
13166 | 9 Mortals, can you refrain your tongue, When nature all around you sings? |
13166 | 9 Wilt thou for ever cast us off And still neglect our cries? |
13166 | 9 Yet if thy sovereign hand let loose The rage of earth and hell, Why will my heavenly Father bruise The Son he loves so well? |
13166 | 9"If I were hungry, would I ask thee food? |
13166 | Against the Lord their powers engage His dear anointed to destroy? |
13166 | And God for ever hide his love? |
13166 | And I still pray and be deny''d? |
13166 | And cherish such an impious thought within, That God the righteous would indulge thy sin? |
13166 | And never worship at thy throne, Nor fear thine awful power? |
13166 | And still despair of thy return? |
13166 | And still thy jealousy forbear, And still withhold thine hand? |
13166 | And thou a faithful God? |
13166 | And whence the fright that Sinai feels? |
13166 | Are my eyes charm''d thy vestments to behold, Glaring in gems, and gay in woven gold? |
13166 | Are not thy servants day by day Sent to their graves, and turn''d to clay? |
13166 | Can I be flatter''d with thy cringing bows, Thy solemn chatterings and fantastic vows? |
13166 | Can he be deaf who form''d their ears? |
13166 | Canst thou thy face for ever hide? |
13166 | Dare ye condemn the righteous poor, And let rich sinners''scape secure, While gold and greatness bribe your hands? |
13166 | Did not thy power defend it round, And heavenly dews enrich the ground? |
13166 | Didst thou not bid the morning shine, And mark the sun his way? |
13166 | Do I indulge some unknown sin? |
13166 | Do they not know her Saviour rules, And pities her complaints? |
13166 | Doth not my heart address thy throne? |
13166 | For ever hide thine heavenly love From our afflicted eyes? |
13166 | Great is the Lord; what tongue can frame An equal honour to his Name? |
13166 | Has he forgot his tender love? |
13166 | Hast thou not given this sign? |
13166 | High in the heavens his justice reigns? |
13166 | His face appear no more? |
13166 | His promise ever fail? |
13166 | His wrath for ever smoke Against the people of his love, His little chosen flock? |
13166 | How long shall thy fierce anger burn? |
13166 | How long, almighty God, how long? |
13166 | How long, my God, how long before Thine hand afford relief? |
13166 | Lord, where''s thy kindness to the just? |
13166 | Make Jordan backward roll his tide? |
13166 | May not a sinner trust in thee? |
13166 | May we not trust and live upon A promise so divine? |
13166 | Mine eye consum''d with grief? |
13166 | Must their devices stand? |
13166 | Must we for ever mourn? |
13166 | My God, how long delay? |
13166 | Or blind, who made their eyes? |
13166 | Or truth compar''d to thine? |
13166 | Or where''s a refuge like our God? |
13166 | Or why support th''unrighteous cause? |
13166 | Search, gracious God, and see; Or do I act a haughty part? |
13166 | Shall all my joys on earth remove? |
13166 | Shall anger still prevail? |
13166 | Shall mercy ne''er return? |
13166 | Shall saints be made their endless song, And bear immortal shame? |
13166 | Shall they advance their heads in pride, And still thy saints devour? |
13166 | Short from the cradle to the grave: Who can secure his vital breath Against the bold demands of death, With skill to fly, or power to save? |
13166 | Still shall my soul thine absence mourn? |
13166 | The God of justice hold his peace, And let his vengeance sleep? |
13166 | The Romans why their swords employ? |
13166 | The lightning of his spear? |
13166 | Thy vengeance who can tell? |
13166 | When did I thirst, or drink thy bullocks blood? |
13166 | When shall I feel those heavenly rays That chase my fears away? |
13166 | When shall I make thy grace my song? |
13166 | When shall the just revive, and reign O''er all that scorn''d them here? |
13166 | When shall thine hour of grace return? |
13166 | When will ye once defend the poor, That sinners vex the saints no more? |
13166 | Where can a creature hide? |
13166 | Where is the man that draws his breath Safe from disease, secure from death? |
13166 | Where is the power that vies with thee? |
13166 | Who can this King of glory be? |
13166 | Who shall fulfil thy boundless praise? |
13166 | Who shall sustain my sinking years If God my strength depart? |
13166 | Whom will the Lord admit to dwell So near his throne of grace? |
13166 | Why did they cast his laws away, And tread his gospel down? |
13166 | Why did ye leap, ye little hills? |
13166 | Why do my thoughts indulge despair, And sin against my God? |
13166 | Why hast thou laid her fences waste? |
13166 | Why should we look like men abhorr''d, Or banish''d from thy face? |
13166 | Will not thy hand that form''d them first Avenge thine injur''d Name? |
13166 | Wilt thou indulge immortal wrath? |
13166 | Wilt thou not grant me warmer zeal To run the heavenly road? |
13166 | how couldst thou hope to please A God, a spirit, with such toys as these? |
13166 | why should I be So far from all my joys and thee? |
20476 | Canst thou find out the Almighty? |
20476 | Is it such a fast that I have chosen? |
20476 | The Fathers, where are they? |
20476 | Whither shall I go from thy presence? |
20476 | Who shall abide in thy tabernacle? |
20476 | Why sayest thou-- my way is hid from the Lord? |
20476 | 1 Am I a soldier of the cross, A follower of the Lamb? |
20476 | 1 And art thou with us, gracious Lord, To dissipate our fear? |
20476 | 1 And can my heart aspire so high, To say,"My Father,"God? |
20476 | 1 And is the gospel peace and love? |
20476 | 1 And is there, Lord, a rest, For weary souls designed, Where not a care shall stir the breast, Or sorrow entrance find? |
20476 | 1 As o''er the past my memory strays, Why heaves the secret sigh? |
20476 | 1 Bereft of all, when hopeless care Would sink us to the tomb, O what can save us from despair? |
20476 | 1 Bound upon the accursed tree, Faint and bleeding, who is he? |
20476 | 1 Brother, hast thou wandered far From thy father''s happy home? |
20476 | 1 Can creatures to perfection find Th''eternal, uncreated Mind? |
20476 | 1 Father of all, omniscient Mind, Thy wisdom who can comprehend? |
20476 | 1 Feeble, helpless, how shall I Learn to live and learn to die? |
20476 | 1 Friend after friend departs; Who hath not lost a friend? |
20476 | 1 God is my strong salvation; What foe have I to fear? |
20476 | 1 God is our refuge and defence, In trouble our unfailing aid; Secure in his omnipotence, What foe can make our soul afraid? |
20476 | 1 How shall I praise th''eternal God, That infinite Unknown? |
20476 | 1 How shall the young secure their hearts, And guard their lives, from sin? |
20476 | 1 Is there a lone and dreary hour, When worldly pleasures lose their power? |
20476 | 1 Is there ambition in my heart? |
20476 | 1 Lord, must we die? |
20476 | 1 Lord, we come before thee now; At thy feet we humbly bow; O, do not our suit disdain; Shall we seek thee, Lord, in vain? |
20476 | 1 Lord, who''s the happy man, that may To thy blest courts repair, Not, stranger- like, to visit them, But to inhabit there? |
20476 | 1 My God, thy service well demands The remnant of my days; Why was this fleeting breath renewed, But to renew thy praise? |
20476 | 1 Say, why should friendship grieve for those Who safe arrive on Canaan''s shore? |
20476 | 1 The evils that beset our path, Who can prevent or cure? |
20476 | 1 Were not the sinful Mary''s tears An offering worthy heaven, When, o''er the faults of former years, She wept, and was forgiven? |
20476 | 1 What if the little rain should say, So small a drop as I Can ne''er refresh these thirsty fields, I''ll tarry in the sky? |
20476 | 1 What shall we render, bounteous Lord, For all the grace we see? |
20476 | 1 When God descends with men to dwell, And all creation makes anew, What tongue can half the wonders tell? |
20476 | 1 When shall the voice of singing Flow joyfully along? |
20476 | 1 When, as returns this solemn day, Man comes to meet his Maker, God, What rites, what honors shall he pay? |
20476 | 1 Where shall the child of sorrow find A place for calm repose? |
20476 | 1 Where shall we go to seek and find A habitation for our God? |
20476 | 1 Who is thy neighbor? |
20476 | 1 Who shall a temple build for him, Who fills the heaven of heavens alone? |
20476 | 1 Who shall towards thy chosen seat Turn, O Lord, his favored feet? |
20476 | 1 Why do we mourn departed friends, Or shake at death''s alarms? |
20476 | 1 Why weep for those, frail child of woe, Who''ve fled and left thee mourning here? |
20476 | 1 Would you behold the works of God, His wonders in the world abroad? |
20476 | 1"Is this a fast for me?" |
20476 | 1''T is a point I long to know,-- Oft it causes anxious thought,-- Do I love the Lord, or no? |
20476 | 2 And didst thou bleed?--for sinners bleed? |
20476 | 2 And have we heard the word with joy? |
20476 | 2 Bound upon the accursed tree, Sad and dying, who is he? |
20476 | 2 But hast thou finally forsook, Forever cast thine own away? |
20476 | 2 Doth thy right hand, which formed the earth, And bears up all the skies, Stretch from on high its friendly aid, When dangers round us rise? |
20476 | 2 For whom, for whom, my heart, Were all these sorrows borne? |
20476 | 2 From marble domes and gilded spires, Shall curling clouds of incense rise? |
20476 | 2 God is a King of power unknown; Firm are the orders of his throne; If he resolve, who dare oppose, Or ask him why or what he does? |
20476 | 2 Hast thou wasted all the powers God for noble uses gave? |
20476 | 2 If I love, why am I thus? |
20476 | 2 Is it where sunny skies grow dim With smoke of heathen sacrifice? |
20476 | 2 Is there a blissful home, Where kindred minds shall meet, And live and love, nor ever roam From that serene retreat? |
20476 | 2 Is there a time of rushing grief, Which scorns the prospect of relief? |
20476 | 2 Is there no kind, no healing art, To soothe the anguish of the heart? |
20476 | 2 Lord, what offering shall we bring, At thine altars when we bow? |
20476 | 2 Must I be carried to the skies On flowery beds of ease, While others fought to win the prize, And sailed through bloody seas? |
20476 | 2 O Thou, who didst allow Thy Son to suffer thus, Father, what more couldst thou have done Than thou hast done for us? |
20476 | 2 Our fathers, where are they, With all they called their own? |
20476 | 2 Say, does my heart unchanged remain, Or is it formed anew? |
20476 | 2 Tender are the rites we pay, Pastor, o''er thy sleeping clay; We, who late the welcome gave, Must we bear thee to thy grave? |
20476 | 2 The Saviour bids you speed; O, wherefore then delay? |
20476 | 2 The rush of numerous years bears down The most gigantic strength of man; And where is all his wisdom gone, When dust he turns to dust again? |
20476 | 2 Though high above all praise, Above all blessing high, Who would not fear his holy name, And laud and magnify? |
20476 | 2 Thy bountiful care what tongue can recite? |
20476 | 2 Thy hand has raised us from the dust; The breath of life thy Spirit gave; Where, but in thee, can mortals trust? |
20476 | 2 Thy neighbor? |
20476 | 2 We mourn for those who sin? |
20476 | 2 What friend have I in heaven or earth, What friend to trust but thee? |
20476 | 2 What if a shining beam of noon Should in its fountain stay, Because its feeble light alone Can not create a day? |
20476 | 2 What mortal hand shall dare to paint A semblance of thy glory, Lord? |
20476 | 2 What though my house be not with thee As nature could desire? |
20476 | 2 What voice shall bid the progress stay Of truth''s victorious car? |
20476 | 2 When disciplined by long distress, And led through paths of fear and woe, Say, dost thou love thy children less? |
20476 | 2 Who is my neighbor? |
20476 | 2 Who with another''s eye can read, Or worship by another''s creed? |
20476 | 2 Why art thou cast down, my soul? |
20476 | 2 Why hast thou cast our lot In the same age and place? |
20476 | 2 Why should I shrink at thy command, Whose love forbids my fears? |
20476 | 2 Why should my passions mix with earth, And thus debase my heavenly birth? |
20476 | 2 Why should we tremble to convey Their bodies to the tomb? |
20476 | 3 Amidst the various scenes of ills, Each blow some kind design fulfils; And can I murmur at my God, While love supreme directs the rod? |
20476 | 3 And could a single pious soul So rich a boon obtain? |
20476 | 3 And do you love him? |
20476 | 3 Bound upon the accursed tree, Dread and awful, who is he? |
20476 | 3 But will indeed Jehovah deign Here to abide, no transient guest? |
20476 | 3 Dear is the spot where Christians sleep, And sweet the strain which angels pour; O why should we in anguish weep? |
20476 | 3 Doth not each rain- drop help to form The cool, refreshing shower, And every ray of light to warm And beautify the flower? |
20476 | 3 If I pray, or hear, or read, Sin is mixed with all I do; You that love the Lord indeed, Tell me, is it thus with you? |
20476 | 3 In search of empty joys below, Why toil with unavailing strife? |
20476 | 3 Is a mighty famine now In thy heart and in thy soul? |
20476 | 3 Is there an hour of peace and joy, When hope is all my soul''s employ? |
20476 | 3 Nought doth the world afford, But toil must be the price; Wilt thou not, servant of the Lord, Then toil for paradise? |
20476 | 3 O, when shall these glad tidings spread The spacious earth around, Till every tribe and every soul Shall hear the joyful sound? |
20476 | 3 Saw ye not the cloud arise, Little as a human hand? |
20476 | 3 Say, shall we yield him in costly devotion, Odors of Edom, and offerings divine? |
20476 | 3 Shall man remain in silence, then, While all beneath the skies The chorus joins? |
20476 | 3 Shall we, whose souls are lighted By wisdom from on high, Shall we to men benighted The lamp of life deny? |
20476 | 3 The debtor humbly sues, Who would, but can not pay; And shall I lenity refuse, Who need it every day? |
20476 | 3 The graves of all his saints he blest, And softened every bed: Where should the dying members rest, But with their dying Head? |
20476 | 3 Thy neighbor? |
20476 | 3 We are his people; we his care; Our souls, and all our mortal frame: What lasting honors shall we rear, Almighty Maker, to thy name? |
20476 | 3 We mourn the sunshine of his smile, The tendrils of his love; Oh, was he loved too well the while Ere he was called above? |
20476 | 3 We yet survive, but who can say, Or through the year, or month, or day, We shall retain this vital breath, Secure from all the shafts of death? |
20476 | 3 What if the springs of life were broke, And flesh and heart should faint? |
20476 | 3 What tongue can tell the crown prepared The martyr''s brow to grace? |
20476 | 3 When in a weary land we tire, And our exhausted powers expire, With toil, and care, and heat oppressed, Where shall our languid spirits rest? |
20476 | 3 Who may share this great salvation? |
20476 | 3"Shall day like this have power To stay th''avenging hand, Efface transgression, or avert My judgments from the land? |
20476 | 4 And shall not wrath relent, Touched by that humble strain, My brother crying,"I repent, Nor will offend again?" |
20476 | 4 And was his mortal hour beset With anguish and dismay? |
20476 | 4 Are not the righteous dear to thee Now, as in ancient times? |
20476 | 4 Better than life itself thy love, Dearer than all beside to me; For whom have I in heaven above, Or what on earth, compared with thee? |
20476 | 4 But never rose within his breast, A trust so calm and deep as now; Shall not the weary find a rest? |
20476 | 4 But who can speak thy wondrous deeds? |
20476 | 4 Canst thou, my soul, these wonders trace, And not admire Jehovah''s grace? |
20476 | 4 Early hasten to the tomb Where they laid his breathless clay; All is solitude and gloom;--Who has taken him away? |
20476 | 4 O, stay thy tears: the blest above Have hailed a spirit''s heavenly birth, And sung a song of joy and love; Then why should anguish reign on earth? |
20476 | 4 O, wondrous knowledge, deep and high; Where can a creature hide? |
20476 | 4 Our eyes have seen the steps of age Halt feebly towards the tomb; And yet shall earth our hearts engage, And dreams of days to come? |
20476 | 4 Such love can we unmoved survey? |
20476 | 4 The infinite Creator can Dwell in it; and may not man? |
20476 | 4 The terror and the charm repel, And powers of earth and powers of hell, The man of Calvary triumphed here;-- Why should his faithful followers fear? |
20476 | 4 Thee to perfection who can tell? |
20476 | 4 Then who would choose to walk abroad, While here such joys are given? |
20476 | 4 These are a portion of his ways: But who shall dare describe his face? |
20476 | 4 Thy neighbor? |
20476 | 4 When shall our happy eyes behold Thy people, fashioned in thy mould? |
20476 | 4 Who, then, deserves to be adored, But God, on whom my hopes depend? |
20476 | 4 Why seeks he not a home of rest? |
20476 | 4 With contrite hearts, Lord, we confess Our folly and unsteadfastness: When shall these hearts more stable be, Fixed by thy grace alone on thee? |
20476 | 4 Yet I mourn my stubborn will, Find my sin a grief and thrall; Should I grieve for what I feel, If I did not love at all? |
20476 | 5 And though thy wisdom takes away, Shall I arraign thy will? |
20476 | 5 Every note with wonder swell,-- And the Saviour''s triumph tell; Where, O death, is now thy sting? |
20476 | 5 How else, on soaring wing, Can hope bear high my prayer, Up to thy throne, my God, my King, To plead for pardon there? |
20476 | 5 How long, dear Saviour, O how long Shall this bright hour delay? |
20476 | 5 O, when, Almighty Lord, Shall these glad scenes arise, To verify thy word, And bless our wondering eyes? |
20476 | 5 Thy neighbor? |
20476 | A dwelling for th''Eternal Mind Among the sons of flesh and blood? |
20476 | Am I his, or am I not? |
20476 | And charity our kindred prove Derived from thee, O God of love? |
20476 | And could the sun behold the deed? |
20476 | And gems, and gold, and garlands deck The costly pomp of sacrifice? |
20476 | And have we felt its power? |
20476 | And shall I fear to own his cause, Or blush to speak his name? |
20476 | And why are so seldom the meetings of prayer? |
20476 | And why together brought To see each other''s face? |
20476 | But shall we only render The tribute of our words? |
20476 | Canst thou behold thy Prophet''s power, And not the God he served adore? |
20476 | Did e''er such love and sorrow meet? |
20476 | Discontent upon thy brow? |
20476 | Dost thou proclaim thyself our God, Our God forever near? |
20476 | For a rest so serene, for a covert so fair: Ah, why are the seasons of worship so few? |
20476 | Gems of the mountain, and pearls of the ocean, Myrrh from the forest, or gold from the mine? |
20476 | God, thy God, shall make thee whole: Why art thou disquieted? |
20476 | Great God, and shall a nation cry, And plead with thee in vain? |
20476 | Have I renounced my sins, and left My refuges of lies? |
20476 | Here will the world''s Redeemer reign, And here the Holy Spirit rest? |
20476 | His shining robe, his joys unknown, Before thy glorious face? |
20476 | How may we meet our conflict yet In the dark, narrow way? |
20476 | How spread his Sovereign''s praise abroad? |
20476 | How, but through him that path who trod? |
20476 | Is it where northern meteors shine Or gilds the cross the southern main? |
20476 | Its highest point what eye can find, Or to its lowest depths descend? |
20476 | No answering voice is here, Say-- does the soldier sleep? |
20476 | O, may I call thee mine? |
20476 | On the Rock of Ages founded, What can shake thy sure repose? |
20476 | Or can the largest stretch of thought Measure and search his nature out? |
20476 | Or does this sinful land exceed Gomorrah in her crimes? |
20476 | Or feel at death dismay? |
20476 | Or thorns compose so rich a crown? |
20476 | Or tremble at thy gracious hand That wipes away my tears? |
20476 | Or twilight sleeps on desert sands? |
20476 | Or where, in costly domes, the hymn Is taught on incense clouds to rise? |
20476 | Or whither from thy presence run? |
20476 | Or who, except the mighty Lord, Can with resistless power defend? |
20476 | Our love so faint, so cold to thee, And thine to us so great? |
20476 | Praise his name for life and light; Are the shadows lengthening o''er us? |
20476 | Said he, to those who with him trod,"Would ye be my disciples? |
20476 | Search, gracious God, and see; Or do I act a haughty part? |
20476 | Squandered life''s most golden hours? |
20476 | Tell me, my soul, can this be death? |
20476 | Though hosts encamp around me, Firm to the fight I stand; What terror can confound me With God at my right hand? |
20476 | To join with softest sympathy, And mix our friendly souls in thee? |
20476 | To rest? |
20476 | To thee, the uncreated Mind, What earthly altar shall we raise? |
20476 | What arm arrest the growing day, Or quench the solar star? |
20476 | What dissipate the gloom? |
20476 | What eye the dazzling glories view? |
20476 | What is Prayer? |
20476 | What is the rule by which I walk, The object I pursue? |
20476 | What is this absorbs me quite, Steals my senses, shuts my sight, Drowns my spirits, draws my breath? |
20476 | What is your Life? |
20476 | What mortal eloquence can raise His tribute of immortal praise? |
20476 | What radiant light dispels the gloom? |
20476 | What reckless soul, though stout and strong, Shall dare bring back the ancient wrong, Oppression''s guilty night prolong, And freedom''s morning bar? |
20476 | What words of heavenly birth Thrill deep our hearts again, And fall like dew- drops to the earth? |
20476 | When shall my labors have an end In joy, and peace and thee? |
20476 | When shall these eyes thy heaven- built walls And pearly gates behold? |
20476 | Where are the dews that fed thee On Ethan''s barren shore? |
20476 | Where breaks the dawn o''er spicy lands? |
20476 | Where is God? |
20476 | Where is Heaven? |
20476 | Where shall I find Him, O my soul, Who yet is everywhere? |
20476 | Where thy terrors, vanquished king? |
20476 | Where, Lord, could I thy influence shun? |
20476 | Who can ascend his high abode, Or venture near his throne? |
20476 | Who can endure his light, or stand To hear the thunders of his hand? |
20476 | Who can faint while such a river Ever flows their thirst t''assuage? |
20476 | Who his quiet shall molest? |
20476 | Who shall Zion''s hill ascend? |
20476 | Who shall at thine altar bend? |
20476 | Who shall exalt his glorious name, Fixed in his everlasting throne? |
20476 | Who shall lead thy child to thee? |
20476 | Who shall violate his rest? |
20476 | Who, O God, my guide shall be? |
20476 | Who, but our God, has power to save? |
20476 | Who, great God, a welcome guest, On thy holy mountain rest? |
20476 | Why did he feel that piercing smart, And meet that cruel scorn? |
20476 | Why on his offspring is conferred Of love so large a share? |
20476 | Why seeks he not a pillowed bed? |
20476 | Why should I cleave to things below, And let my God, my Saviour go? |
20476 | Why should I shrink at pain and woe? |
20476 | Why this dull and lifeless frame? |
20476 | Wilt thou not bid the murderers look On Him they pierced, and weep and pray? |
20476 | With thyself and God at war? |
20476 | Without a false disguise? |
20476 | and may these lips Pronounce a name so dear? |
20476 | and shall we ever live At this poor dying rate? |
20476 | and wilt thou condescend To be my Father and my Friend? |
20476 | canst thou repine? |
20476 | do you feel Your warm affection move? |
20476 | does its beauteous ray Aught of joy or hope foretell? |
20476 | from thy ways Who can tell how oft he strays? |
20476 | is day before us? |
20476 | still sleeps thy tuneful string?-- Still mute remains thy sullen tongue, And Zion''s song denies to sing? |
20476 | sweeps the line That marks thy kingdom''s holy reign? |
20476 | those chains, That clank on Freedom''s plains, By Christians wrought? |
20476 | what for thee, In a world like this, remains? |
20476 | what mean those holy voices, Sweetly sounding through the skies? |
20476 | what of the night?" |
20476 | where is thy sting? |
20476 | where is thy victory? |
20476 | where shall we find A temple suited to thy praise? |
20476 | whither would ye go? |
20476 | will its beams alone Gild the spot that gave them birth? |
20476 | with all thy care Thy true condition learn; What are thy hopes-- how sure, how fair, And what thy great concern? |
16455 | ''Tis the Spirit calling, why delay? |
16455 | 134 What Hast Thou Done for Me? |
16455 | 137 Saw Ye My Savior? |
16455 | 2 Are we not tending upward, too, As fast as time can move? |
16455 | 2 Are you walking daily by the Savior''s side? |
16455 | 2 Can aught, beneath a power divine, The stubborn will subdue? |
16455 | 2 Can you sleep while homes are rent, Christian soldier? |
16455 | 2 Delay not, delay not; why longer abuse The love and compassion of Jesus, thy God? |
16455 | 2 Do not I love thee, from my soul? |
16455 | 2 Do the tears flow down your cheeks unbidden? |
16455 | 2 Dost thou not dwell in all the saints, And seal the heirs of heaven? |
16455 | 2 For thee, my God, the living God, My thirsty soul doth pine; Oh, when shall I behold thy face, Thou Majesty divine? |
16455 | 2 Has thy night been long and mournful? |
16455 | 2 Have we trials and temptations? |
16455 | 2 How can a soul condemned to die, Escape the just decree? |
16455 | 2 If at the dawn of the early morning, He shall call us one by one, When to the Lord we restore our talents, Will he answer thee-- Well done? |
16455 | 2 If he our ways should mark With strict inquiring eyes, Could we for one of thousand faults A just excuse devise? |
16455 | 2 Is not e''en death a gain to those Whose life to God was given? |
16455 | 2 Is there no kind, no lenient art, To heal the anguish of the heart? |
16455 | 2 Is your heart warm glowing, With his love o''erflowing, And his goodness showing More and more each day? |
16455 | 2 Jesus, my Savior, on Calvary''s tree Paid the great debt, and my soul he set free; Oh, it was wonderful, how could it be? |
16455 | 2 Lord, turn thee to my soul; Bring thy salvation near; When will thy hand release my feet From sin''s destructive snare? |
16455 | 2 Must I be carried to the skies On flow''ry beds of ease, While others fought to win the prize, And sailed thro''bloody seas? |
16455 | 2 Oh, when, thou city of my God, Shall I thy courts ascend, Where congregations ne''er break up, And Sabbaths have no end? |
16455 | 2 Shall I be at work, for Jesus, Whilst he leads me by the hand, And to those around be saying, Come and join this happy band? |
16455 | 2 Shall we, whose souls are lighted By wisdom from on high, Shall we to man benighted The light of life deny? |
16455 | 2 Sinners, turn; why will ye die? |
16455 | 2 Though high above all praise, Above all blessing high, Who would not fear his holy name, And laud and magnify? |
16455 | 2 Thy bountiful care, what tongue can recite? |
16455 | 2 Was it for crimes that I have done He groaned upon the tree? |
16455 | 2 Wealth, labor, talents freely give, Yea, life itself, that they may live, What hath your Savior done for you? |
16455 | 2 What do you hope, dear brother, To gain by a further delay? |
16455 | 2 What is faith''s foundation strong? |
16455 | 2 What is my being, but for thee, Its sure support, its noblest end? |
16455 | 2 What means this wondrous story The holy angels tell? |
16455 | 2 Where dost thou at noon- tide resort with thy sheep, To feed in the pastures of love? |
16455 | 2 Where is the blessedness I knew When first I saw the Lord? |
16455 | 2 Who can his mighty deeds express, Not only vast-- but numberless? |
16455 | 2 Who is this that comes in glory, With the trump of jubilee? |
16455 | 2 Who''ll be the next to follow Jesus-- Follow his weary, bleeding feet? |
16455 | 2 Would you calmly walk the wave? |
16455 | 2"Sprinkled now with blood the throne-- Why beneath thy burdens groan? |
16455 | 2''Tis but in part I know thy will; I bless thee for the sight; When will thy love the rest reveal, In glory''s clearer light? |
16455 | 207 Why Do You Wait? |
16455 | 219 Who''ll Be the Next? |
16455 | 226 Are You Ready? |
16455 | 23._( 859) The Lord my Shepherd is; I shall be well supplied: Since he is mine, and I am his, What can I want beside? |
16455 | 247 Is My Name Written There? |
16455 | 282 Are You Washed in the Blood? |
16455 | 3 All- seeing, powerful God, Who can with thee contend? |
16455 | 3 And now Christ is ready your souls to receive; Oh, how can you question, if you will believe? |
16455 | 3 Are there no foes for me to face? |
16455 | 3 Burdened with guilt, would''st thou be blessed? |
16455 | 3 Burdened with sin''s oppressive chain, Oh, how can I get free? |
16455 | 3 But who can speak thy wondrous deeds? |
16455 | 3 But will he prove a friend indeed? |
16455 | 3 By these may I be warned betimes; Who knows the guile within? |
16455 | 3 Can you linger in your tent, Christian soldier? |
16455 | 3 Clouds and darkness round us press; Would we have one sorrow less? |
16455 | 3 Do you fear the gath''ring clouds of sorrow? |
16455 | 3 Do you not feel, dear brother, His Spirit now striving within? |
16455 | 3 Have we been true to the trust he left us? |
16455 | 3 Hear you now his loving voice? |
16455 | 3 I need thy presence every passing hour; What but thy grace can foil the tempter''s power? |
16455 | 3 Is not thy name melodious still, To mine attentive ear? |
16455 | 3 O, why should I wander an alien from thee, Or cry in the desert for bread? |
16455 | 3 Oh, who, like thee, so humbly bore The scorn, the scoffs of men before? |
16455 | 3 Our God in pity lingers still; And wilt thou thus his love requite? |
16455 | 3 See, from his head, his hands, his feet Sorrow and love flow mingled down; Did e''er such love and sorrow meet, Or thorns compose so rich a crown? |
16455 | 3 Sinners, turn; why will ye die? |
16455 | 3 Such was our Lord; and shall we fear The cross with all its scorn? |
16455 | 3 We are his people, we his care-- Our souls, and all our mortal frame; What lasting honors shall we rear, Almighty Maker, to thy name? |
16455 | 3 What, though thou rulest not? |
16455 | 3 When faith is weak, and courage fails, When grief or doubt our soul assails, Who can, like thee, our spirits cheer? |
16455 | 3 When shall I reach that happy place, And be forever blest? |
16455 | 3 When shall the sov''reign grace Of my forgiving God Restore me from those dangerous ways My wand''ring feet have trod? |
16455 | 3 When the Bridegroom cometh will your robes be white, Pure and white in the blood of the Lamb? |
16455 | 3 Who is life in life to me? |
16455 | 3 Who''ll be the next to follow Jesus? |
16455 | 3 Why bend these Eastern sages To one of lowly birth? |
16455 | 3 Why should I shrink at pain and woe? |
16455 | 3 Why should this anxious load Press down your weary mind? |
16455 | 3 Why should we tremble to convey Their bodies to the tomb? |
16455 | 3 Would you have your cares grow light? |
16455 | 322 How Can I but Love Him? |
16455 | 4 A tent or a cottage, why should I care? |
16455 | 4 Are you troubled at the tho''t of dying? |
16455 | 4 Dear Lord, if indeed I am thine, If thou art my sun and my song, Say, why do I languish and pine? |
16455 | 4 Grieving, would you comfort know? |
16455 | 4 How far may we go on to sin? |
16455 | 4 Jesus, we look to thee;-- Where else can sinners go? |
16455 | 4 Lives again our glorious King: Where, O death, is now thy sting? |
16455 | 4 The graves of all the saints be blessed, And softened every bed; Where should the dying members rest, But with the dying Head? |
16455 | 4 When will my pilgrimage be done, The world''s long week be o''er, That Sabbath dawn which needs no sun, That day which fades no more? |
16455 | 4 Who''ll be the next to follow Jesus, Down thro''the Jordan''s rolling tide? |
16455 | 4 Why restless, why cast down, my soul? |
16455 | 4 Why will you be starving, and feeding on air? |
16455 | 421 Is Your Lamp Still Burning? |
16455 | 422 Will Jesus Find Us Watching? |
16455 | 5 Have I long in sin been sleeping, Long been slighting, grieving thee? |
16455 | 5 When I see, in spring- tide gay, Fields their varied tints display, Wakes the thrilling thought in me, What must their Creator be? |
16455 | 5 Would you strength in weakness have? |
16455 | 6 That blest moment I received him, Filled my soul with joy and peace: Love I much? |
16455 | A fountain is opened,--how canst thou refuse To wash, and be cleansed in his pardoning blood? |
16455 | Ah, who that loves can love enough? |
16455 | And be washed in the blood of the Lamb? |
16455 | And did my Sovereign die? |
16455 | And does thy cup with love o''erflow? |
16455 | And drink the flowing fountain Of everlasting love? |
16455 | And shall I fear to own his cause, Or blush to speak his name? |
16455 | And what for him will ye not do? |
16455 | And why are my winters so long? |
16455 | And why in the valley of death should I weep, Or alone in the wilderness rove? |
16455 | And with my blessed Jesus Drink endless pleasures in? |
16455 | Are not heavens turned to hells by his pow''r? |
16455 | Are you anxious what shall be to- morrow? |
16455 | Are you ever waiting For your Lord''s returning? |
16455 | Are you fully trusting in his grace this hour? |
16455 | Are you grieving over joys departed? |
16455 | Are you pressing onward, With Christ''s faithful vanguard, In the safe and narrow way? |
16455 | Are you ready? |
16455 | Are you washed in the blood of the Lamb? |
16455 | Are you washed in the blood of the Lamb? |
16455 | Are you washed in the blood of the Lamb? |
16455 | Are you washed in the blood of the Lamb? |
16455 | Are you washed in the blood of the Lamb? |
16455 | Are you watching day by day? |
16455 | Are your garments spotless, are they white as snow? |
16455 | Art thou ready-- ready now? |
16455 | Before I drew my breath? |
16455 | But love him, but love him? |
16455 | By thy sighs and tears unmoved? |
16455 | Can my God his wrath forbear? |
16455 | Can we find a friend so faithful, Who will all our sorrows share? |
16455 | Cho.--Are you ready? |
16455 | Cho.--Are you washed in the blood, In the soul- cleansing blood of the Lamb? |
16455 | Cho.--Is my name written there? |
16455 | Cho.--Is not this land of Beulah, Blessed, blessed land of light? |
16455 | Cho.--Oh, brother, is your lamp trimmed and burning? |
16455 | Cho.--Why not? |
16455 | Crucify your Lord again? |
16455 | D._ Sinners, Turn!_ Sinners, turn; why will ye die? |
16455 | D._ The Future in God''s Hands._ Oh, I often sit and ponder, When the sun is sinking low, Where shall yonder future find me? |
16455 | D._ The Joyful Prospect._ Oh, when shall I see Jesus, And reign with him above? |
16455 | Do thy friends despise, forsake thee? |
16455 | Do we seek to do our best? |
16455 | Do you hear the accents falling? |
16455 | Do you note his rising pow''r, Growing bolder ev''ry hour? |
16455 | Do you rest each moment in the Crucified? |
16455 | Does but God in heaven know? |
16455 | Doth not each pulse with pleasure thrill My Savior''s voice to hear? |
16455 | Fix your eyes upon Jesus; Humble be when blessings flow? |
16455 | Fix your eyes upon Jesus; See a light beyond the grave? |
16455 | Fix your eyes upon Jesus; Would you know God''s peace within? |
16455 | Fix your eyes upon Jesus; Would you know his pow''r to save? |
16455 | Fix your eyes upon Jesus; Would you songs have in the night? |
16455 | Follow Jesus now? |
16455 | For Christ''s coming kingdom are you sighing? |
16455 | Francis Baker(? |
16455 | God, your Maker, asks you why? |
16455 | God, your Savior, asks you why? |
16455 | God; the Spirit, asks you why? |
16455 | Has the world my heart been keeping? |
16455 | Hast thou received them all? |
16455 | Have thy foes been proud and scornful? |
16455 | Have thy friends unfaithful proved? |
16455 | Have you sins that to man''s eye are hidden? |
16455 | He will-- the very friend you need; The Friend of sinners? |
16455 | He, whose word can not be broken, Formed thee for his own abode; On the Rock of Ages founded, What can shake thy sure repose? |
16455 | Hear you not the children''s cry? |
16455 | How can I, Lord, the anguish see, Beneath which thou didst fall? |
16455 | How long will God forbear? |
16455 | How will it fare with thee and me When the King comes in? |
16455 | If sin is your burden, why will you not come? |
16455 | In the book of thy kingdom, Is my name written there? |
16455 | In the book of thy kingdom, With its pages so fair, Tell me, Jesus, my Savior, Is my name written there? |
16455 | Is the world made brighter by its cheering ray? |
16455 | Is there trouble anywhere? |
16455 | Is this dark world fairer For your cheering ray? |
16455 | Is this vile world a friend to grace, To help me on to God? |
16455 | Is your beacon lighted, Guiding souls benighted To the land of perfect day? |
16455 | Love I much? |
16455 | Mark you not the mother''s sigh? |
16455 | Martin Madan(? |
16455 | May not a sinner trust in thee? |
16455 | Me, the chief of sinners, spare? |
16455 | Must I not stem the flood? |
16455 | My Redeemer''s tenderness; Love I much? |
16455 | O ye dying sinners, why, Why will ye forever die? |
16455 | Of his joy a sharer? |
16455 | Of one who reigned in heaven, And now on earth would dwell? |
16455 | Oh, who, like thee, did ever go So patient through a world of woe? |
16455 | Oh, why not accept his salvation, And throw off thy burden of sin? |
16455 | On the page white and fair? |
16455 | Once he died our souls to save: Where''s thy victory, boasting grave? |
16455 | Or feel at death dismay? |
16455 | Or love a faithless, evil world That wreathed his brow with thorn? |
16455 | Or who that tries the unequal strife, Shall prosper in the end? |
16455 | Our love so faint, so cold to thee, And thine to us so great? |
16455 | P.M._ Christ''s Crucifixion._ Saw ye my Savior, saw ye my Savior, Saw ye my Savior and God? |
16455 | P.M._ Delay Deplored._ Who''ll be the next to follow Jesus? |
16455 | P.M._ Immediate Decision._ Why do you wait, dear brother, Oh, why do you tarry so long? |
16455 | P.M._ Moral Reforms._ Do you slumber in your tent, Christian soldier, While the foe is spreading woe thro''the land? |
16455 | P.M._ Resting in Christ''s Merits._ Have you been to Jesus for the cleansing pow''r? |
16455 | P.M._ The Source of Peace._ Would you lose your load of sin? |
16455 | P.M._ The Sympathizing Friend._ Are you weary, are you heavy- hearted? |
16455 | P.M._ Waiting His Coming._ Are you Christ''s light bearer? |
16455 | Ready for the soul''s bright home? |
16455 | Ready should Death''s icy finger Lay its chill upon thy brow? |
16455 | Ref.--How can I but love him? |
16455 | Ref.--Oh, can we say we are ready, brother? |
16455 | Ref.--Who''ll be the next? |
16455 | Renounce at length thy stubborn will; Thou would''st be saved, why not to- night? |
16455 | Say, will he find you and me still watching, Waiting, waiting when the Lord shall come? |
16455 | See you not their loved ones die ev''ry hour? |
16455 | Shall I be among the free? |
16455 | Shall I be among the living? |
16455 | Shall I e''er see thy face? |
16455 | Shall such a worthless worm as I, Who sometimes am afraid to die, Be found at thy right hand? |
16455 | So meek, forgiving, godlike, high, So glorious in humility? |
16455 | Someone is ready, someone is waiting; Who''ll be the next a crown to wear? |
16455 | Those white- winged angels singing In such exultant strain? |
16455 | Thou would''st be saved, why not to- night? |
16455 | Thousands perish while you wait, While you counsel and debate; Heed you not their awful fate as they stray? |
16455 | Thy bulwarks with salvation strong, And streets of shining gold? |
16455 | To tear my soul from earth away, For Jesus to receive? |
16455 | What art thou not to me? |
16455 | What awakes my lips to song? |
16455 | What means this heav''nly message Of love and peace on earth? |
16455 | What mortal eloquence can raise His tribute of immortal praise? |
16455 | What mortal verse can reach the theme? |
16455 | What need I now to fear? |
16455 | What the high reward I win? |
16455 | What this burst of strange delight? |
16455 | When shall I be delivered From this vain world of sin? |
16455 | When shall I see my Father''s face, And in his bosom rest? |
16455 | When shall my labors have an end, In joy, and peace, and thee? |
16455 | When shall these eyes thy heaven- built walls And pearly gates behold? |
16455 | When wilt thou banish my complaints, And show my sins forgiven? |
16455 | Where does hope end, and where begin The confines of despair? |
16455 | Where is the soul- refreshing view Of Jesus and his word? |
16455 | Who like thyself my guide and stay can be? |
16455 | Who the death of death will be? |
16455 | Who will place me on his right With the countless hosts of light? |
16455 | Who''ll be the next the cross to bear? |
16455 | Who''ll be the next to follow Jesus now? |
16455 | Who''ll be the next to follow Jesus? |
16455 | Who''ll be the next to join with the ransomed, Singing upon the other side? |
16455 | Who''ll be the next to lay ev''ry burden Down at the Father''s mercy- seat? |
16455 | Who''ll be the next to praise his name? |
16455 | Who''ll be the next? |
16455 | Whose the name I glory in? |
16455 | Why not come to him now? |
16455 | Why not come to him now? |
16455 | Why not? |
16455 | Why, ye ransomed sinners, why Will ye slight his grace and die? |
16455 | Will he not our land devour while you stand? |
16455 | Will ye let him die in vain? |
16455 | Will ye not his grace receive? |
16455 | Will ye still refuse to live? |
16455 | Will you make the precious choice? |
16455 | Will your soul be ready for the mansions bright? |
16455 | Would he devote that sacred head For such a worm as I? |
16455 | Ye wand''rers, come, Oh, ye benighted souls, Why longer roam? |
16455 | _ All Things Ready._( 469) Oh, turn ye, oh, turn ye, for why will ye die, When God, in great mercy, is coming so nigh? |
16455 | _ Assurance._ Why should the children of a King Go mourning all their days? |
16455 | _ Decision._( 506) And can I yet delay My little all to give? |
16455 | _ For Me He Died._( 300) Are there no wounds for me? |
16455 | _ God''s Salvation Morning._ What means this glorious radiance Across Judea''s plain? |
16455 | _ Jesus a Joy._ Ask ye what great thing I know That delights and stirs me so? |
16455 | _ Meeting After Absence._( 996) And are we yet alive, And see each other''s face? |
16455 | _ Mourning with Hope._( 1066) Why should our tears in sorrow flow When God recalls his own, And bids them leave a world of woe, For an immortal crown? |
16455 | _ Pardon Penitently Implored._( 493) Show pity, Lord, O Lord, forgive; Let a repenting rebel live; Are not thy mercies large and free? |
16455 | _ Pleading for Acceptance._( 1114) When thou, my righteous Judge, shalt come, To take thy ransomed people home, Shall I among them stand? |
16455 | _ Psalm 119._( 158) How shall the young secure their hearts, And guard their lives from sin? |
16455 | _ Psalm 27._( 772) God is my strong salvation; What foe have I to fear? |
16455 | _ Supreme Love to Christ._( 545) Do not I love thee, oh, my Lord? |
16455 | _ The Call Answered._ Do you hear the Savior calling, By the wooings of his voice? |
16455 | _ The Cross and the Crown._( 835) Must Jesus bear the cross alone, And all the world go free? |
16455 | _ The Judgment Day._( 1106) And must I be to judgment brought, And answer in that day, For every vain and idle thought, And every word I say? |
16455 | _ The Sacrifices of Warfare._( 751) Am I a soldier of the cross, A follower of the Lamb? |
16455 | _ The Savior''s Tears._( 298) Did Christ o''er sinners weep, And shall our cheeks be dry? |
16455 | _ The Second Death._( 504) Oh, where shall rest be found-- Rest for the weary soul? |
16455 | _ We Are Confident._( 1067) Why do we mourn departing friends, Or shake at death''s alarms? |
16455 | _"Why Hast Thou Forsaken Me? |
16455 | and did my Savior bleed? |
16455 | and is thy table spread? |
16455 | and shall we ever live, At this poor dying rate? |
16455 | are you ready? |
16455 | are you ready? |
16455 | ask what thou wilt; Thou canst not be too bold; Since his own blood for thee he spilt, What else can he withhold? |
16455 | can there be Mercy still reserved for me? |
16455 | how shall fallen man Be just before his God? |
16455 | how shall guilty man Contend with such a God? |
16455 | is not my case amazing? |
16455 | is there aught, from pole to pole, One moment to compare with this? |
16455 | praise the Lamb? |
16455 | thy church, with longing eyes For thine expected coming waits; When will the promised light arise, And glory beam from Zion''s gates? |
16455 | we come before thee now; At thy feet we humbly bow; Oh, do not our suit disdain; Shall we seek thee, Lord, in vain? |
16455 | what tongue can speak his fame? |
16455 | what touch is this that thrills me? |
16455 | what, if we are Christ''s, Is earthly shame or loss? |
16455 | where are kings and empires now, Of old that went and came? |
16455 | where is this mysterious bourne By which our path is crossed; Beyond which God himself hath sworn That he who goes is lost? |
16455 | whither shall I go? |
16455 | who Can tell what thou art worth? |
16455 | who against thy charms is proof? |
16455 | who then shall dare Resist his will, distrust his care, Or murmur at his wise decrees, Or doubt his royal promises? |
16455 | why not? |
16455 | why not? |
16455 | why should I be So far from all my joys and thee? |
16455 | will ye fold your Faith- clad arms in lazy lock? |