And is our final doom decreed?
And is the Dream of Friendship past
And is the happy moment come
And is the happy spirit fled?
And is the lovely shadow fled
And is the struggle past?
And is there Hope for me
And let my body languish
And let my carcass fall
And let our bodies part
And let the apostle still forbear
And let the railing world exclaim
And let the Spirit bind
And let the world for Jesus sake
And let the world His servants chase
And let these wretched bodies die
And let this feeble body fail
And let this gross corporeal clay
And live I yet by power Divine?
And me – may every soul subjoin
And must I be to judgment brought
And must I give him up?
And must I sink among the dead
And must I still in groans complain
And must thou perish in thy blood
And now from street to street they roam
And shall I let Him go
And shall I, Lord, the cup decline
And shall mere man of men demand
And shall Thy followers, Lord, complain
And shall we in ourselves confide
And shall we now turn back
And shall we then abide in sin
And shall we think it strange, or new
And still we trust in Thee
And what are we, who still withstand
And what though every man condemn
And wilt Thou yet be found?
Angel Divine, who goest before
Angel of covenanted grace, come to this longing
Angel of covenanted grace, the least of Jacob’s
Angel of God, whate’er betide
Angel, and Porch, and Pool thou art
Angels rejoice! a child is born
Angels speak, let men give ear
Angels the virgin-mother bless
Angels, attend, (tis God commands)
Angels, saints, and men are glad
Angry at th’ ungrateful Jews
Anointed, sent from Him
Another day preserved by grace
Answering to their pastor’s zeal
Anxious thought to avarice tends
Anxious Thy followers’ lives alone
Appear, great God, appear to me
Appear, to us appear
Apply to Jesus’ minister
Are there not found instructors still
Are there not in the labourer’s day
Are there not still who would receive
Are there, Saviour, can there be
Are we not plainly here forbid
Are words the proof of sin forgiven?
Arise, and shine with borrow’d rays
Arise, my soul, arise
Arise, my soul, arise (The Saviour’s Sacrifice)
Arise, O God, arise, Thy people to defend
Arise, O God, arise, Thy righteous Cause maintain
Arise, Thou jealous God, arise, thy sifting power exert
Arise, Thou jealous GOD, arise, whose word doth soul
Arise, ye men of war
Arm me, Lord, with double grace
Arm of the Lord, awake for me
Arm of the Lord, awake, arise
Arm of the Lord, awake, awake, the terrors of
Arm of the Lord, awake, awake, thy own immortal
Arm of the Lord, awake, awake, thy own resistless
Arm of the Lord, O Christ, thou art
Arm of the Lord, whose vengeance laid
Arm’d with authority the man
Arm’d with Jesu’s two-edged sword
Arm’d with the presence of my Lord
Arms, and the good old cause I sing
Art Thou not at leisure now
As a wild ass’s colt is man
As an eagle cleaves the air
As children we continue long
As due to my most righteous deed
As eagles fluttering o’er their nest
As for religion’s cause
As I have believed, O Lord
As in the watery glass
As many as in Adam died
As many as in Adam fell
As many as on earth are found
As members of that heavenly man
As my day my strength hath been
As on my dying bed
As patriots wise and good
As soon as suffering saints require
As taught by Thee, O God, I pray
As the Hart with Flying faint
As truth His record we receive
As when the active soul is fled
Ascending to be cloth’d upon
Ask if a mother’s heart is kind
Ask the ancient prophecies
Ask we, now the storm is laid
Ask what ye will, ’tis Jesus’ word
Asking for thy righteousness
Assaulted, but not hurt, he found
Assist me, Lord, against that day
Assisted by preventing grace
Astonish’d at Thy patient love
At evening to myself I say
At first our wisely silent Lord
At length the time is quite fulfilled
At the great feast of God
At this most alarming crisis
At this solemn noon of night
At this solemn tum of fate
At Thy command we rise
Athens indolent and vain
Attentive to his people’s needs
Author and End of my desires
Author of everlasting Bliss
Author of everlasting peace
Author of every work Divine
Author of faith to Thee I cry
Author of Faith, Eternal Word
Author of faith, implant in me
Author of faith, on me confer
Author of faith, the grace impart
Author of faith, we seek Thy face
Author of friendship’s sacred tie
Author of life Divine
Author of my desires
Author of our faith, we look
Author of our salvation, Thee
Author of our sure salvation
Author of the peace unknown
Author, Prince of lasting peace
Awake the woman’s heavenly seed
Awake, Jerusalem, awake, no longer thy sins
Awake, Jerusalem, awake, thou hast drunk
Awake, Old Soldier, to the fight half won
Awake, thou guilty world, awake
Awake, ye guilty souls, awake
Awakened by Thy threatenings, Lord
Away my faithless fear
Away my needless fears
Away this soft, luxurious pride!
Away with all our trouble
Away with him from earth, they cry
Away with my fears! The glad morning appears
Away with my fears! The Redeemer appears
Away with our fears
Away with our fears, Our troubles and tears!
Away with our fears, Th’ Almighty Appears
Away with our sorrow and fear!
Away with your oblations vain
Away ye wrathful Passions! hence
Away, my unbelieving fear!
Away, vain thoughts that stir within
Away, ye clouds of unbelief
Awed by the righteous doom of them
Backward, alas! too long, and slack
Baffled for once, the mob retreat
Balm of my wounded spirit, Lord
Baptiz’d into the name of God
Baptized into one only name
Barren, light, and void, and vain
Be bold in Jesus to confide
Be double honour paid
Be it according to thy will
Be it according to Thy word, Jesus our living
Be it according to Thy word, merciful unto all
Be it according to Thy word, this moment let it be
Be it according to Thy word, to Thee by faith
Be it known to all our race!
Be it Lord in me fulfilled
Be it my only wisdom here
Be it to Adam’s offspring known!
Be it to all the nations known
Be it to every nation known
Be merciful, O God, to me!
Be still, ye isles, and wait your doom!
Be they strong, or void of might
Be this our only crime, To trust
Be this, dear Lord, our constant care
Bear me to the sacred scene
Because his self-deceit I show
Because Thou sav’st us from our fall
Because unworthy of Thy grace
Beckoning with Mine uplifted hand
Before a man of God we lose
Before He purge my sin away
Before he put the covering on
Before He saw him in the tree
Before its strong arrest I feel