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101 | 'Tis pure delight, without alloy | | | | | | | |
102 | O Lord, how great is the delight | | | | | | | |
103 | O Thou God of my salvation | | | | | | | |
104 | Amazing grace! (how sweet the sound) | | | | | | | |
105 | Joy is a fruit that will not grow | | | | | | | |
106 | Far from my tho'ts, vain world begone | | | | | | | |
107 | Lord, what a heaven of saving grace | | | | | | | |
108 | Come, ye that love the Lord | | | | | | | |
109 | My God, my life, my love | | | | | | | |
110 | My God, my portion, and my love | | | | | | | |
111 | Jesus! and shall it ever be | | | | | | | |
112 | O how I have longed for the coming of God! | | | | | | | |
113 | From all that's mortal, all that's vain | | | | | | | |
114 | Hark! brethren, don't you hear the sound? | | | | | | | |
115 | Stand up my soul, shake off your fears | | | | | | | |
116 | Tho troubles assail, and dangers affright | | | | | | | |
117 | Begone unbelief, my Saviour is near | | | | | | | |
118 | Be still my heart, these anxious cares | | | | | | | |
119 | Am I a soldier of the cross | | | | | | | |
120 | I've listed in the holy war | | | | | | | |
121 | My Captain sounds the alarm of war | | | | | | | |
122 | O When shall I see Jesus | | | | | | | |
123 | Christ is set on Zion's hill | | | | | | | |
124 | There is a land of pleasure | | | | | | | |
125 | The wondrous love of Jesus | | | | | | | |
126 | My loving fellow travellers | | | | | | | |
127 | When Jesus Christ was here below | | | | | | | |
128 | From whence doth this union arise | | | | | | | |
129 | The Lord is the fountain of goodness and love | | | | | | | |
130 | The gloomy night of sadness | | | | | | | |
131 | Behold the love, the grace of God | | | | | | | |
132 | Infinite, unexhausted love! | | | | | | | |
133 | All glory to God in the sky | | | | | | | |
134 | Love divine, all loves excelling | | | | | | | |
135 | Let party names no more | | | | | | | |
136 | Our souls by love together knit | | | | | | | |
137 | O tell me no more | | | | | | | |
138 | Come, my Christian friends & brethren | | | | | | | |
139 | O Love divine, how sweet thou art | | | | | | | |
140 | Rejoice, O earth, the Lord is king | | | | | | | |
141 | Behold, the lofty sky | | | | | | | |
142 | Of him who did salvation bring | | | | | | | |
143 | Come away to the skies | | | | | | | |
144 | How happy are they | | | | | | | |
145 | Plunged in a gulph of dark despair | | | | | | | |
146 | Salvation! O the joyful sound! | | | | | | | |
147 | Children of the heavenly King | | | | | | | |
148 | Awake, my soul, in joyful lays | | | | | | | |
149 | Almighty love inspire | | | | | | | |
150 | The gospel's joyful sound | | | | | | | |
151 | When by the fiery serpent stung | | | | | | | |
152 | My God, I am thine, what a comfort divine | | | | | | | |
153 | How precious is the look divine | | | | | | | |
154 | When Israel thro the desert passed | | | | | | | |
155 | Let avarice, from shore to shore | | | | | | | |
156 | Father of mercies, in thy word | | | | | | | |
157 | Laden with guilt and full of fears | | | | | | | |
158 | This is the word of truth and love | | | | | | | |
159 | Precious Bible! what a treasure | | | | | | | |
160 | When I can read my title clear | | | | | | | |
161 | Let all the heathen writers join | | | | | | | |
162 | Lord, I have made thy word | | | | | | | |
163 | How shall the young secure their hearts | | | | | | | |
164 | Soon as I heard my father say | | | | | | | |
165 | God, the eternal awful name | | | | | | | |
166 | Up to the Lord that reigns on high | | | | | | | |
167 | Rise, rise my soul, & leave the ground | | | | | | | |
168 | Ye sons of men, with joy record | | | | | | | |
169 | By faith in Christ, I walk with God | | | | | | | |
170 | O Jesus, the giver of all we enjoy | | | | | | | |
171 | Raise your triumphant songs | | | | | | | |
172 | Is this the kind return | | | | | | | |
173 | O Lord, I do delight in thee | | | | | | | |
174 | Blest Redeemer, how divine | | | | | | | |
175 | Happy the man whose cautious steps | | | | | | | |
176 | Who shall ascend thy heavenly place | | | | | | | |
177 | Afflicted saint, to Christ draw near | | | | | | | |
178 | Thou only centre of my rest | | | | | | | |
179 | Consider all my sorrows, Lord | | | | | | | |
180 | God of my life, look gently down | | | | | | | |
181 | Teach me the measure of my days | | | | | | | |
182 | Lord, we adore thy vast designs | | | | | | | |
183 | 'Twas on that dark, that doleful night | | | | | | | |
184 | How condescending and how kind | | | | | | | |
185 | Jesus is gone above the skies | | | | | | | |
186 | How sweet and awful is the place | | | | | | | |
187 | The King of heaven his table spreads | | | | | | | |
188 | The Lord, how glorious is his face | | | | | | | |
189 | Our spirits join to adore the Lamb | | | | | | | |
190 | Come, let me love; or is my mind | | | | | | | |
191 | Alas! and did my Saviour bleed | | | | | | | |
192 | He dies! the Friend of sinners dies! | | | | | | | |
193 | To our Redeemer's glorious name | | | | | | | |
194 | I sing my Saviour's wondrous death | | | | | | | |
195 | Now, by the bowels of my God | | | | | | | |
196 | So let our lips and lives express | | | | | | | |
197 | Let Pharisees of high esteem | | | | | | | |
198 | Jesus, Lord, we look to thee | | | | | | | |
199 | Jesus, united by thy grace | | | | | | | |
200 | Come, let us use the grace divine | | | | | | | |