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TABLE OF FIRST LINES.

The message first to Smyrna sent, . . . 184
The prophets sons in times of old, . . . . 94
The Saviour! what a noble flame, . . . . 237
The saints should never be dismay'd, . . . . 61
The Shunammite, oppress'd with grief, . . . 200
The signs which God to Gideon gave, . . . 78
The word of Christ, our Lord, . . . . . 180
There is a fountain fill'd with blood, . . . . 129
This is the feast of heavenly wine, . . . . 236
Though Jericho pleasantly stood, . . . . 92
Though in the outward church below, . . . 135
Though cloudy skies and northern blasts, . . . 215
Though troubles assail, . . . . . . 62
Though the morn may be serene, . . . . 218
Though small the drops of falling rain, . . . 266
Though sore beset with guiit and fear, . . . 308
Thus saith the Lord to Ephesus, . . . . 183
Thus saith the Holy One and true, . . . . 185
Thy mansion is the Christian's heart, . . . 145
Thy message by the preacher seal, . . . 221
Thy promise, Lord, and thy command, . . . 356
Time, with an unwearied hand . . . . . 190
Time, by moments, steals away, . . . . . 192
Tis a point I long to know, . . . . . 167
Tis my happiness below, . . . . . 295
Tis past— the dreadful stormy night, . . . 298
To keep the lamp alive, . . . . . 343
To tell the Saviour all my wants, . . . . 321
To thee our wants are known, . . . . 360
To those who know the Lord I speak, . . . 292
Too many, Lord, abuse thy grace, . . . . 342

Unbelief the soul dismays, . . . . . . 315
Uncertain how the way to find, . . . . 310
Unless the Lord had been my stay, . . . . 299

Wearied by day with toils and cares, . . . . 249
We seek a rest beyond the skies, . . . . 359
What a mournful life is mine, . . . . . 104
What contradictions meet, . . . . . 210
What thousands never knew the road, . . . 342
What think you of Christ? is the test, . . . 138
What various hindrances we meet, . . . . 241
When Adam fell he quickly lost, . . . . 58
When first to make my heart his own, . . . 81
When first my soul enlisted, . . . . . 82
When Hannah, press d with grief, . . . . 79
When Jesus claims the sinner's heart, . . . 133
When Joseph his brethren beheld, . . . . 68
When Israel, by divine command, . . . . 239