A Collection of Hymns: for camp meetings, revivals, &c., for the use of the Primitive Methodists

Editor:	Hugh Bourne
Publisher:	Thomas Taylor, in trust for the American Primitive Methodists, New York, 1844
Denomination:	Primitive Methodist Church
Language:	English
Notes:	With this is bound "Large Hymn Book, for the use of the Primitive Methodists" edited by Hugh Bourne. Numbered separately (L)

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1	Christ he sits on Zion's hill
2	Arise, O Zion! rise and shine
3	Come, angels, seize your harps of gold
4	Come, all my brethren in the Lord
5	Come, all my partners in distress
6	Come, all ye wand'ring pilgrims dear
7	Come, friends and relations, let's join heart
8	Come, saints and sinners, hear me tell
9	Come, ye sinners, poor and needy
10	Farewell, farewell, fare you well
11	The Lord's into his vineyard come
12	Hark! listen to the trumpeters
13	Haste again, ye days of grace!
14	Come, O come, thou vilest sinner
15	Yonder see the Lord descending
16	O ye children of the light
17	Lift up your hearts, Emmanuel's friends
18	My days, my weeks, my months, my years
19	My soul's full of glory, which inspires my tongue
20	O God, my heart with love inflame
21	On Jordan's stormy banks I stand
22	Alas! how soon the body dies!
23	Our souls, by love together knit
24	Poor Zion lies in sore distress
25	See how the Scriptures and fulfilling
26	The sea and land together burning
27	At Jacob's well, a stranger sought
28	Stop, poor sinner, stop and think
29	Sweet rivers of redeeming love
30	That glorious day is drawing nigh
31	Let Satan rage and boast no more
32	The Lord's into his garden come
33	Come, brethren dear, who know the Lord
34	There is a land of pure delight
35	This is the field-the world below
36	Wand'ring pilgrims, mourning Christians
37	The voice of free grace cries
38	What sound is this salutes my ear?
39	While Jesus dwelt on earth below
40	We've found the rock!
41	O count this world below as dross!
42	Come, all ye weary travellers
43	At first when Jesus found us
44	Arise, O Zion! rise and shine!
45	The gospel news is sounding
46	Come, and taste along with me
47	Arise, ye servants of the Lord
48	How beauteous are their feet
49	Beyond the glitt'ring starry skies
50	I'm glad I ever saw the day
51	Is there any body here like weeping Mary?
52	Come, my brethren, let us try
53	When I survey the wondrous cross
54	Camp Meetings with success are crown'd
55	The harvest fields are whitening
56	Saviour, visit thy plantation
57	Where are those we counted Leaders
58	Fare ye well, ye fav'rite few
59	Beauteous are the feet of those
60	From all that dwell below the skies
61	Go labour in the vineyard
62	Again with wonder and delight
63	Let all who make the Lord their choice
64	Saviour, to thee I bow
65	Thy sons and daughters, Lord behold
66	Almighty and Eternal God
67	Jesus, accept my longing heart
68	Fare ye well, ye pious band
69	Direct me in thy way, O Lord
70	When Nicodemus came by night
71	Come, ye that love the Lord
72	Great Author of eternal day
73	Come, ye sinners, Christ has suffer'd
74	Sinners, you will soon be dying!
75	We seek a glorious rest above
76	Ye sons and daughters of the Lord
77	Jesus hath devis'd a plan
78	Christ Jesus' track we still pursue
79	That awful day is drawing near
80	Camp Meetings with thy presence crown
81	Father, behold the Son
82	Up into thee, our living Head
83	Behold a bush that burns with fire
84	The seventh trumpet we shall hear
85	O that in me the sacred fire
86	Behold the Judge descending!
87	Come, ye children, young and dear
88	I'll look, perhaps my Lord may come!
89	The Lord into his garden comes
90	Refining fire, go through my heart!
91	Behold, a table richly spread
92	O all ye nations, praise the Lord
93a	Salvation in sweet flowing streams
93b	O that thou would'st the heavens rent
94	O gracious Lord, how good thou art!
95	Look, Jesus, from thy lofty throne
96	Servants of the great Jehovah
97	Where shall my soul begin to sing
98	Great God, how wonderful art thou
99	Thou choosest not the rich and great