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I am bewildered on my way
I am not worthy; cold and bare
I am not worthy, holy Lord
I am not worthy; yet, my God
I ask them whence their victory came
I bind this day to me for ever
I bind unto myself the Name
I bind unto myself the power
I bind unto myself today
I could not do without thee
I dare not choose my lot
"I delivered thee when bound
I do not ask my cross to understand
I do not ask, O Lord, that life may be
I do not ask, O Lord, that thou shouldst shed
I do not ask that flowers should always spring
I fear no foe, with thee at hand to bless
I find, I walk, I love, but O the whole
I have a heritage of joy
I have no help but thine; nor do I need
I have read a fiery gospel, writ in burnished rows of steel
I have seen him in the watch-fires of a hundred circling camps
I heard a sound of voices
I heard the voice of Jesus say
I hunger and I thirst
I look to thee in every need
I love thy kingdom, Lord
I need not tell thee who I am
I need thy presence every passing hour
I rest upon Thy word
I saw the holy city
I saw thee wandering
I see thy strength and vigor
I see thy title, Lord
I smite upon my troubled breast
I sought the Lord, and afterward I knew
I take, O cross, thy shadow
I thank thee, Lord, that here our souls
I thank thee, Lord, that thou hast kept
I thank thee more that all our joy
I thank thee too that thou hast made
I think when I read that sweet story of old
I thirst for springs of heavenly life
"I thirst."
I was not ever thus, nor prayed that thou
I wish that his hands had been placed on my head
I'd sing the characters he bears
If, drunk with sight of power, we loose
If I ask him to receive me
If I find him, if I follow
If I still hold closely to him
If in mercy thou wilt spare
If in this darksome wild I stray
If joy shall at thy bidding fly
If life be long, O make me glad
If not as once thou cam'st
If on our daily course our mind
If some poor wandering child of thine
If the day be falling
If the way be drear
If thou art my Shield and my Sun
If thou callest to the cross
If thou shoulds't call me to resign
If thus, good Lord, thy grace be given
If with honest-hearted
If worn with pain, disease, and grief
Immortal Love, for ever full
In blissful antiphons ye thus rejoice
In death's dark vale I fear no ill
In each event of life, how clear
In every clime, by every tongue
In every joy that crowns my days
"In excelsis gloria."
In haunts of wretchedness and need
In heaven's eternal bliss
In heavenly love abiding
In his own raiment clad
In his temple now behold him
In hope that sends a shining ray
In our joys and in our sorrows
In our weakness and distress
In simple trust like theirs who heard
In that beautiful place he has gone to prepare
In the arms of her who bore him
In the beauty of the lilies Christ was born, across the sea
In the cross of Christ I glory
In the dreadful desert, where the Lord was tried
In the heavenly country bright
In the hour of trial
In the morning fill their sails
In the roll of thine apostles
In the solemn hour of dying
In the weary hours of sickness
In thee all fullness dwelleth
In Thee I place my trust
In this, thy bitter passion
In this world of care and pain
In thy house, great God, we offer
In token that thou shalt not blush
In token that thou shalt not fear
In token that thou too shalt tread
In us, "Abba, Father," cry
In vain the heathen shout for war
In vain the surge's angry shock
In vain we tune our lifeless songs
In weakness and in want we call
In will and deed, by heart and tongue
In your hearts enthrone him
Inscribed upon the cross we see
Inspirer and hearer of prayer
Into his presence let us haste
Is there a thing beneath the sun
Is there diadem, as monarch
Is there no beauty to
Israel now and evermore
Israel's strength and consolation
It came upon the midnight clear
It floateth like a banner
It is enough: earth's struggles soon shall cease
"It is finished."
It is the voice of Jesus that I hear
It makes the coward spirit brave
It makes the wounded spirit whole
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