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TABLE OF FIRST LINES.


O David's Son and David,s Lord, . . . . 206
O Lord, our languid souls inspire, . . . . 226
O Lord, how vile am I, . . . . . . 287
O Lord, my best desire fulfill, . . . . . 305
O thou, at whose almighty word, . . . . 204
O happy they who know the Lord, . . . . 229
O speak that gracious word again, . . . . 326
Oh! for a closer walk with God, . . . . 59
Oh! may the power which melts the rock, . . 246
O how I love thy holy word, . . . . . 295
Once a woman silent stood, . . . . . 147
Once on a time a paper kite, . . . . 363
Once perishing in blood I lay, . . . . 121
Once, while we aim'd at Zion's songs, . . . 231
On man, in his own image made, . . . . 57
On the same flower we often see, . . . . 268
One awful word which Jesus spoke, . . . . 146
One glance of thine, eternal Lord, . . . . 317
One there is, above all others, . . . . . 106
Oppress'd with unbelief and sins, . . . . 176
Our Lord, who knows full well, . . . . 155

Pensive, doubting, fearful heart, . . . . . 115
Physician of my sin-sick soul, . . . . . 133
Pleasing spring again is here, . . . . . 217
Poor Esau repented too late, . . . . . 64
Poor sinners ! little do they think, . . . . 124
Poor, weak, and worthless though I am, . . . 85
Prayer an answer will obtain, . . . . . 137
Preachers may, from Ezekiel's case, . . . 201
Precious Bible ! what a treasure, . . . . 243
Prepare a thankful song, . . . . . . 353

Quiet, Lord, my froward heart, . . . . 336

Refreshed by the bread and wine, . . . . 240
Rejoice, believer, in the Lord, . . . . . 351
Remember us, we pray thee, Lord, . . . . 357
Return to bless my waiting eyes, . . . . 307

Safely through another week, . . . . . . 223
Salvation! what a glorious plan, . . . . 352
Saved by blood, I live to tell, . . . . . 327
Saviour, shine and cheer my soul, . . . . 98
Saviour, visit thy plantation, . . . . . 233
See Aaron, God's anointed priest, . . . . 74
See, another year is gone ! . . . . . 191
See, how rude winter's icy hand, . . . . 214
See, the corn again in ear ! . . . . . 220
See the gloomy gathering cloud, . . . . 247