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Catherine Winkworth at CCEL

First Lines of Verses of Hymns

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Ye aching limbs! now rest you
Ye aching limbs! now rest you
Ye forest leaves so green and tender
Ye heav'ns, oh haste your dews to shed
Ye heavens, oh haste your dews to shed
Ye heavy-laden, come to Him!
Ye little leaves so fresh and green
Ye servants of the Lord, who stand
Ye sons of men, in earnest
Ye who pine in weary sadness
Ye who pine in weary sadness
Ye who suffer, sigh, and moan
Yea, all I am and love most dearly
Yea, all who own Thee for their Head
Yea, blest is he
Yea, blest is he
Yea, her sins our God will pardon
Yea, I see what here was told me
Yea, Lord, I thank Thy gracious power
Yea, Lord, meet it is indeed
Yea my spirit fain would sink
Yea, O my God, forgive me now
Yea, on Thee, my God, I rest
Yea, on Thee, my God, I rest
Yea, so truly for us careth
Yea, Thou God didst make an end
Yes, draw me to the Son, O Father
Yes, He will speed us on our way
Yes, it must be a faithful heart
Yes, let us praise our God and raise
Yes, let us truly know within
Yes, Lord, Thou art as rich to-day
Yes, Lord, Thou art as rich to-day
Yes, Lord, through all my changing days
Yes, Lord, Thy servants meet Thee
Yes, Lord, 'tis of Thy power alone to-day
Yes, make me Thine,--though I am weak
Yes, my God, I come before Thee
Yes, our wisdom vainly ponders
Yes, praise Him, for He never
Yes, scatter'd are our brothers now
Yes, take my heart, and in it rule
Yes, there remaineth yet a rest!
Yes, they shall praise it, till its fame
Yes, Thy cross hath power to heal
Yes, Thy warning voice is plain
Yes, Thy warning voice is plain
Yes, when I hence betake me
Yes, when I must depart
Yes, with the eye of faith
Yes, yes, to Thee my soul would cleave
Yet be the hour that none can tell
Yet, Father, each fresh aching heart
Yet God seeks them by His care
Yet grant the eye of faith, O Lord
Yet grant the eye of faith, O Lord
Yet have I somewhat that my Lord can please
Yet He in love delayeth long
Yet I will not turn from Thee
Yet I would leave it to thy choice
Yet it seems I strive in vain
Yet more from Thee I dare to claim
Yet oft we think, is aught withdrawn
Yet this is but a little part
Yet Thou dost even for my sake
Yet though conscience' voice appall me
Yet unrequited, Lord, I would not leave Thee
Yonder in joy the sheaves we bring
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