A guilty, weak, and helpless worm
A hand divine shall lead you on
A heart with grief oppressed
Ah, how shall guilty man
Ah, Lord, with such a heart as mine 482
Ah, no; then smooth the mortal hour 610
A hope so much divine
Ah, whither shall I fly

A kingdom of immense delight
Alas! from such a heart as mine
"Alas, my sliding feet," I cried

414

527

436

426

507

432

416

477

321

343

602

101

462

572

421

348

Alas, the brittle clay

All glory to the dying Lamb

186 371

All hail, triumphant Lord

355

All is tranquil and serene

632

All my capacious powers can wish

368

All my desire to thee is known
All my reproach is known to thee
All needful grace will God bestow
All riches are his native right
All that have motion, life, and breath 292
All that I am, and all I have

100

149

172

372

451

And lo, he vanished from the ground 99
And may the gospel's joyful sound 295
And may the Redeemer his presence 563
And must I then indeed
432
And must my body faint and die 609
And oh that a dew from the Lord may 563
And oh, when I have safely pass'd 515
And see, the bless'd Redeemer comes 103
And send thy Spirit down
And shall my guilty fears prevail 485
And shall the sons of earth and dust 161
And shall we long and wish in vain 460
And since the Lord retaineth
And still to heighten our distress
And such the child whose early feet 599
And sweet on earth the choral swell 453
And though thy wisdom takes away 466
And what have hypocrites to do
118
And what, my soul, can then remain 332
And when before thee we appear 570
And when my cheerful hope can say 459
And when my spirit drinks her fill
And when our labors all are o'er
And when these failing lips grow
And when thy awful voice comm'ds 350
And when through brilliant gates
And while his judgments long delay 119
And while I rest my weary head 43
And while our faith enjoys this sight 637
And while upon my restless bed 338

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600 160

239

556

579

557

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And while we pass this vale of tears 532 And will not Jesus hear 496

Awake and mourn, ye heirs of hell 618 Awake, arise, Almighty Lord

108

And you, my eyes, look down and Angels, assist our mighty joys Angels, that make the church their

Angels, whom his own breath
Another harvest comes apace
A numerous offspring must arise
A pilgrim through the earth i roam
A poisoned arrow is your tongue
Apostles, martyrs, prophets, there
Archangels leave their high abode,
Archangels sound his lofty praise,
Are not thy mercies sovereign still
Are there many foes before us,
Are there no foes for me to face?
Are we blind and prone to error?
Are we not tending upward too
Arise, my God, lift up thy hand
Arise, my soul, awake my voice
Arise, my soul, from deep distress
Arise, O God, and let thy hand
Arise, O God, lift up thy hand
Arise, O King of grace, arise
Arise, O Lord, and let thy Son
Arise, O Lord, fulfill thy grace
Arm me with jealous care

Awake, awake, my tuneful powers 153 Awake, awake, put on thy strength 551 Awake, my soul; with utmost care 571 Awake, ye tempests, and his fame 288 Away, each groveling, anxious care 454 Away-ye false, delusive toys

601

467 131

A wondrous pillar marked the road 166 A word of his creating voice

227

636

342

637

246

595

Barbarous people! cruel priests! Barren and withered trees

73

570

501

595

617

46

363

168

Because thy mercy's boundless height 220 Be earth, with all her scenes

306

51

260

Before him thy protection send Before I knew thy chastening rod

576

245

Art thou not mine, my living Lord?
As by the light of opening day
Ascend, my Son, to my right hand
A second look he gave, which said
As flowery grass cut down at noon
Ashamed of Jesus?-sooner far
Ashamed of Jesus-that dear friend
Ashamed of Jesus ?-yes, I may
Aside the Prince of glory threw
Ask me, my Son, and then enjoy
A slanting ray of Freedom's sun
As mountains stood to guard
As on destruction's brink aghast
As on some lonely building's top
A soul oppressed with sin's desert
A span is all that we can boast
As pity dwells within his breast
As rain on meadows newly mown
Asservants watch their master's hand 252
As sparks break out from burning
Assure my conscience of her part
As the benighted pilgrims wait
As the winged arrow flies
As through a glass, I dimly see
At the dread order of his God
At his call the dead awaken
At his command, the morning ray
At his command the vapors rise
At his presence, nature shakes
At his right hand our eyes behold
A thousand ages, in thy sight
A thousand of our years amount
A thousand savage beasts of prey
A thousand seraphs, strong and
A thousand wretched souls are fled
At thy command the winds arise
At thy rebuke, O Jacob's God
At last, to show my Maker's name
At length the Lord, the Judge

469

452

41

97

375

Before the morning beams arise
Before the mournful scene began
Before the scoffers of the age
Before thy face thy church shall live
Before we quite forsake our clay
Begin, my soul, the heavenly song
Be heaven and earth amazed!

255

578

63

205

463

385

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