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TABLE OF FIRST LINES.

 
John, in vision, saw the day, . . . . . 258
Joy is a fruit that will not grow, . . . . 96

Kindle, Saviour, in my heart, . . . . . 304
Kindred in Christ, for his dear sake, . . . . 250

Legion was my name by nature, . . . . 141
Let hearts and tongues unite, . . . . . 255
Let me dwell on Golgotha, . . . . . 238
Let us adore the grace that seeks, . . . . 206
Let us love and sing and wonder, . . . . 349
Let worldly minds the world pursue, . . . . 332
Lord, my soul with pleasure springs, . . . 323
Lord, thou hast won, at length I yield, . . . 169
Lord, who hast suffer'd all for me, . . . . 305
Lord, what is man ! extremes how wide, . . . 350

Manna to Israel well supplied, . . . . . 71
Martha her love and joy express'd, . . . . 149
Mary to her Saviour's tomb, . . . . . 165
May the grace of Christ our Saviour, . . . . 360
Mercy, O thou Son of David, . . . . . 141
My barns are full, my stores increase, . . . 151
My former hopes are fled, . . . . . . 288
My God ! how perfect are thy ways, . . . . 119
My God ! till I received thy stroke, . . . . 119
My harp untuned and laid aside, . . . . 235
My soul shall bless the Lord of all, . . . . 222
My soul once had its plenteous years, . . . 67
My soul this curious house of clay, . . . . 254
My soul is beset, . . . . . . . 288
My soul is sad and much dismay'd, . . . . 298

Nay, I cannot let thee go, . . . . . 66
No strength of nature can suffice, . . . . 334
No words can declare, . . . . . . 279
Not to Sinai's dreadful blaze, . . . . 357
Now, gracious Lord, thine arm reveal, . . .195
Now let us join with hearts and tongues, . . 222
Now may fervent prayer arise, . . . . 196
Now may the Lord reveal his face, . . . . 352
Now, Lord, inspire the preacher's heart, . . . 356
Now may He who from the dead, . . . . 359

Of all the gifts thine hand bestows, . . . . 348
Often thy public means of grace, . . . . 358
Oft as the bell, with solemn toll, . . . . 253
Oft as the leper's case I read, . . . . 132
Oft in vain the voice of truth, . . . . 194
O God, whose favourable eye, . . . . 339