A TABLE Of the First Line of every Hymn. PAGE A CERTAIN man that had two sons, Ah! what can break the heart of stone, 36 268 142 Ah! why should I cherish despair? Alas! my harp is quite unstrung, Alas! my soul, consider well, Alas! my soul, I feel to want Alas! my soul, where can I go? Alas! what ails my soul? Almighty Jesus, come to-day, Although the fig tree blossom not, 195 25 31' 231 155 Another year has slipt away; Alas! my soul, why so oppress'd with care? All hail! this bless'd propitious morn! Am I a believer? How came that about? Another year has run its rapid round, As many as the Lord has chose, As Jesus died for me, 157 168 69 34, 97 50 13 75 3 275 264 BECAUSE ye are the sons of God, 234 CAN this be my dear Anna groaning here? Come Jesus, come, no longer stay, PAGE 80 162 35 Come, my Lord, thy love reveal, Come, O my soul, I'll go to God, Come, O my soul, what is this for? Come, poor, distressed, troubled soul, 149 263 200 282 46 Come sinners, hail with me this blessed morn, 72 274 DEAR Jesus, smile on this my feeble aim, 127 95 287 FEAR not, my soul, why should I fear, 134 How many things, alas! beguile; 164 How pleasant is the house of pray'r 232 151 How strange the way How sweet are the moments How sweet are the moments when Jesus is near; 141 If Jesus can save me, I must then be sav'd, 56 285 57 I know in whom I have believ'd, I trust the Lord has heard my pray'r, PAGE 99 127, 281, 284 144 137 I will have mercy, saith the Lord, 48 JEHOVAH, God the Spirit never come 226 Jesus, Jehovah, O what a glorious name, 139 Judge not severely, lest the Judge 28 LET man, proud man, say what he please, 105 Let man, proud man, say what he will, 205 Lord, disappoint us not to-day, 283 Lord, fill thy servant's mouth to-day 96 286 Lord, grant a smile before we part, 286 249 Lord, help me, was the cry of one, 152 17 Lord Jesus, come and bless us now; 271 Lord Jesus, come quickly and bless us to-day, 98 Lord Jesus, teach my soul to pray, 201 Lord, now we are about to go, 288 Lord, save, for I'm sinking a-pace, 147 Lord, what is man? a guilty wretch; 54, 145 My soul, wait thou only on God, My soul, why these distressing cares? My times of sorrow and distress, Lord, what is man, poor helpless man? MAY you, my dear friend, like the wife of Manoah, Mine eyes have seen the Lord of hosts, My friend is dead, what doleful tidings this: 203 287 199 192 238 191 263 90 PAGE Now sixty years and more have run their round, 171 O BLESSED Words the Lord declares, 243 O come thou Source of all that's good, 166 197 O could I but always believe, O could I but believe O glorious, blessed, charming plan! Out of the depths I've often cried, O what a world of wretchedness 209 64 *278 30 287 for ever, 131 215 42 168 165 279 230 160 217 277 Since Jesus is mine, what can I want more? THAT Soul that's thirsting for the stream, The man that's built upon the Rock, 9 273 288 62 58 267 27 245 64 112 |