Ifrael in ancient days,' I thirst, but not as once I did, I was a grov'lling creature once, Jefus Chrift the Lord's anointed, K Indle, Saviour, in my heart Page 132 K Kindred in Chrift, for his dear fake, L L Egion was my name by nature, Let me dwell on Golgotha, M M Anna to Ifrael well fupply'd Mary to her Saviour's tomb My foul is fad, and much difmay'd; N 2971 No frength of nature can fuffices No words can declare, did. qy but draw; 1299 Now, gracious Lord, thine arm revealin er Now let us join with hearts and tongues, 180 Now, Lord, infpire the preacher's heart, Fall the gifts thine hand beftows, Often thy public means of grace, Oft as the bell, with folemn toll, Oft as the leper's cafe 1 ready David's Son, and David's Lord § Hundzie 162 O Lord, our languid fouls infpire, 2020-ed b 184 Lord, my beft defire fulfill.v.,7001267 O thou, at whofe almighty word Boo Jurisê. 166. O happy they who know the Lord, padzean 4 187 / O fpeak that gracious word again, nce a woman filent flood he Once perifhing in blood' I lay, Once, while we aim'd at Zion's fongs On the fame flow'r we often fee One awful word which Jefus fpoke, One glance of thine, eternal Lord, One there is, above all others, la 46 Opprefs'd with unbelief and fin, Enfive, doubting, fearful heart, Poor finners! little do they think Poor, weak, and worthlefs tho' I am, Preachers may, from Ezekiel's cafe, 158 201 317 299 198 315 321 268 181 Afely thro' another week, Sav'd by blood, I live to tell, Saviour, fhine and cheer my foul, Saviour, vifit thy plantation, See Aaron, God's anointed prieft, Sight, hearing, feeling, tafte, and fmell, Some author (no great matter who Son of God! thy people's thield! Sovereign grace has pow'r alone 179 T: EN thousand talents once I ow'd, 301 217 The grafs, and flow'rs, which clothe the field, 177 The Lord, our falvation and light, The fubtle fpider often weaves The Saviour calls his people theep, The water flood like walls of brafs, The billows fwell, the winds are high, The new-born child of gofpel-grace, The Lord receives his highest praise, 3182 200 202 The meflage firft to Smyrna fent, The prophets fons, in times of old, The Saviour! what a noble flame The faints fhould never be difmay'd, The Shunamite, opprefs'd with grief, -134 Tho' in the outward church below There is a fountain fill'd with blood Page 79 193 39 86 172 7 175 224 269 136 Tho' the morn may be ferene, 139 96 169 320 146 148 U U Nbelief the foul difmays," Uncertain how the way to find Untef the Lord had been my stay W Earied by day with toils and cares, What a mournful life is mine, What contradictions meet 167 What thoufands never knew the road! 305 What think you of Chrift? is the test 89 What various hind'rances we meet 199 When firft to make my heart his own, When firft my foul enlifted 26 When Jefus claims the finner's heart, 84 13 |