Before Jehovah’s awful throne
Before my Judge severe
Before my soul and body part
Before that everlasting day
Before the Comforter’s descent
Before the saints to glory go
Behold a favourite of the skies!
Behold He comes! and every eye
Behold Him bleeding on the tree
Behold how good a thing
Behold the Man, the prisoner there!
Behold the miracle renew’d
Behold the servant of the Lord!
Behold the’ Apostles of the Lamb
Behold your due in Uzzah dead
Behold, ye souls that mourn for God
Being benign, whose name is Love
Being of Beings make
Being of beings, God of love, High-seated on
Being of beings, God of Love, to Thee our hearts
Being of Beings, Lord of all
Believing in the woman’s Seed
Believing, I my seal set to
Bending beneath the burden
Beneath a daughter of affliction lies
Beneath a mask of piety
Beneath a mountain-load of grief
Beneath a mountain-load of night
Beneath my sins He bowed His head
Beneath Thy kind protection keep
Bereaved by His revoking word
Besieg’d by all the powers of night
Besieging still thy gracious throne
Better be wise among the few
Bewildered, lost, I must stand still
Beyond his persecutors’ sight
Beyond the bounds of space and time
Bishop of souls, regard our cry
Bishop of souls, where shall we see
Bishop supreme, Thy people bless
Blacker far in my own eyes
Bleeding Tenderness, farewell
Bless’d be our everlasting Lord
Bless’d be the Lord, forever blessed
Bless’d is the man that fears the Lord
Bless’d is the man whose kind relief
Bless’d is the man, and none but he
Bless’d is the man, supremely bless’d
Blessed are the pure in heart, Prepared their God to see
Blessed are the pure in heart, Those who never
Blessing to God, for ever blest
Blessing, and love, and thanks, and praise
Blessing, and praise, and thanks, and love, let God
Blessing, and praise, and thanks, and love, to God, who draws
Blessing, and thanks, and power, and praise
Blessing, honour, thanks, and praise
Blest be the dear, uniting love
Blest be the God whose tender care
Blest be the Lord! by earth and heaven
Blest be the Lord, for ever blest
Blest be the love, for ever blest
Blest Redeemer, bow thine ear
Blest the house, and doubly blest
Blind at thy call I rise
Blind in our natural estate
Blind infidels, ye must contend
Blind to our own through selfish love
Blind to ourselves by nature we
Blind to the Christian mystery
Blind to Thee, O Lord, and lame
Blooming innocence, adieu
Blooming, heart-bewitching Maid
Blow ye the tromp, in Sion blow
Blow ye the trumpet blow
Boasters of a religious show
Bold he sets his steadfast face
Bondmen indeed! too long we liv’d
Bonds for ornaments we take
Born a sad heir of endless pain
Born in the Churches Pale, and bred
Born of the flesh, I mocked the men
Born that others might rejoice
Bought with the blood
Bound by the prophetic word
Bound he is, yet truly free
Bound in chains of hidden night
Bound in sin and misery
Bound to the altar see
Bow down, O Lord, Thy gracious ear
Bowels of compassion, sound
Bowels of Divine compassion
Branch of Jesse’s stem, arise
Branches we could not be
Brayed in trouble’s mortar, I
Bread of God, for Thee I lift
Break forth into praise! Our Surety and Head
Break, stubborn heart; and sigh no more
Breathe in praise of your Creator
Breathe into this foul heart of mine
Brethren, the end is near
Brethren, the gospel hear
Bridegroom of His church, and Head
Brightness of the’ eternal glory
Brimfull of all evil, and void of all good
Britons, arise with one accord
Britons, rejoice, the Lord is King!
Broken the Man of griefs appears
Brother in Christ, and well-beloved, Attend, and add
Brother in Christ, and well-beloved, to Jesus
Brought before kings, he stands
Brought into the fire I am
Brought into the fire, Thy wonderful power
Brought to Thy followers in vain
Built by the most holy God
Burdened with our griefs and cares
Burdens which ourselves did bear
Burst, struggling Soul, the Bands of Sin
But ah! they damp our eager thirst
But ah! what means this frantic noise!
But all may now to God draw nigh
But art thou willing now to own
But as a beggar I
But can it be, that I should prove
But canst thou not the whole remit
But chiefly Those in Moses’ seat
But could the chief apostle grieve
But did the great apostle fear
But did the saints of God, the dead
But doth it, Lord, Thy wonder raise
But has Almighty LOVE vouchsaf’d to hear
But He who gave the slighted word
But how can we their guilt retain?
But how much greater, O my God
But how much pleasanter to see
But I am all to sin inclined
But I for Jesus’ Spirit pray
But I my good Physician know
But I without delay
But if I aim at aught beside
But if I love Thee not
But if Justice hath decreed
But if the clamorous tribe
But if the everlasting pain
But if Thou otherwise ordain
But if Thou the Father show
But if Thou wilt not save us here
But if you needs must work before
But is it possible that I
But is it possible to find
But is the hasty spirit fled?
But kings may spare their labour vain
But lest we from our city stray
But let the holy Child Divine
But Life I see in death appear!
But lo! at the appointed time
But lo, at last with joy I hear
But lo, the Lord for ever lives
But long as I my sins repeat
But may the righteous man
But more amazed I prove
But more than all let those be clean
But must my heart, to sin inclined
But no such rigid law we fear
But now (if we believe the fiend)
But now (the warm enthusiast cries)
But now, my gracious God, Thy love
But now, we fear, he woud much rather
But O my God, shall all be lost
But O! our feeble strains of praise
But O, take heed, ye souls unskilled
But O, we hope for better things
But on the day of sacred rest
But one for Jesus gain’d we see
But our High Priest above
But shall I then through fear forbear
But should we not believe the men
But soon the tender life will die
But stranger far, and more profound
But surely Thou hast cast on me
But the Antitype much more
But the men of learning proud
But thicker darkness overspread
But those who most the caution need
But Thou, alas! hast put to shame
But was it all a Dream
But we a mighty Daysman know
But we who now Thy grace implore
But we, by divers ways
But what are all the blessings, Lord
But when on earth I cease to live
But when, most gracious God, and true
But where Thou didst for ages dwell
But who sufficient is to lead
But will the gracious Lord
But wilt not Thou, Almighty Lord
But you, who modern Rome foreswear
By a miracle of grace
By all who neither love nor fear
By Boaz yet divinely, taught
By faith accounted just