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1 | Jerusalem, my happy home | | | | | | | |
2 | As near to Calvary I pass | | | | | | | |
3 | Dark and thorny is the desert | | | | | | | |
4 | Saw ye my Saviour! Saw ye my Saviour! | | | | | | | |
5 | Lord! in the morning thou shalt hear | | | | | | | |
6 | Our country is Immanuel's ground | | | | | | | |
7 | O God of Bethel! by whose hand | | | | | | | |
8 | There is a God--all nature speaks | | | | | | | |
9 | This is the feast of heav'nly wine | | | | | | | |
10 | Hark! the voice of love and mercy | | | | | | | |
11 | Lift up your hearts to things above | | | | | | | |
12 | I've listed in the holy war | | | | | | | |
13 | Hail! the blest morn, when the great Mediator | | | | | | | |
14 | Daniel's wisdom may I know | | | | | | | |
15 | Have we all here met again? | | | | | | | |
16 | Come, let us anew | | | | | | | |
17 | Vital spark of heav'nly flame! | | | | | | | |
18 | O thou that hear'st the pray'r of faith | | | | | | | |
19 | The voice of free grace, cries escape to the mountain | | | | | | | |
20 | Tis a point I long to know | | | | | | | |
21 | We wander in a thorny maze | | | | | | | |
22 | While with ceaseless course the sun | | | | | | | |
23 | Let us rise and go to Zion's hill | | | | | | | |
24 | Awake, my soul, shake off the dream | | | | | | | |
25 | Let party names no more | | | | | | | |
26 | Hail ye hosts of seraphs bright! | | | | | | | |
27 | Sinners, take the friendly warning | | | | | | | |
28 | Go, ye heralds of salvation | | | | | | | |
29 | All hail the power of Jesus' name! | | | | | | | |
30 | Call'd to a sense of duty | | | | | | | |
31 | Angels! roll the rock away! | | | | | | | |
32 | Alas! and did my Saviour bleed! | | | | | | | |
33 | 'Tis midnight!--and on Olive's brow | | | | | | | |
34 | When marshal'd on the nightly plain | | | | | | | |
35 | Not all the blood of beasts | | | | | | | |
36 | There is a fountain fill'd with blood | | | | | | | |
37 | Hail! mighty Jesus! how divine | | | | | | | |
38 | My dear Redeemer, and my Lord | | | | | | | |
39 | Whilst thee I seek, protecting pow'r | | | | | | | |
40 | The Lord into his garden comes | | | | | | | |
41 | This world is all a fleeting show | | | | | | | |
42 | In de dark wood, no Indian nigh | | | | | | | |
43 | This feast was Jesus' high behest | | | | | | | |
44 | Awake my soul! stretch every nerve | | | | | | | |
45 | When from the verge of youth, my mind | | | | | | | |
46 | Let coward guilt, with pallid fear | | | | | | | |
47[46] | Lo! he comes, with clouds descending | | | | | | | |
48 | See the leaves around us falling | | | | | | | |
49 | From Greenland's icy mountains | | | | | | | |
50 | Unveil thy bosom, faithful tomb! | | | | | | | |
51 | Hark! what celestial sounds | | | | | | | |
52 | Arise, my soul! shake off thy fears | | | | | | | |
53 | Broad is the road that leads to death | | | | | | | |
54 | From whence doth this union arise | | | | | | | |
55 | Life is the time to serve the Lord! | | | | | | | |
56 | Blest is the man, who shuns the place | | | | | | | |
57 | O for a closer walk with God | | | | | | | |
58 | When shall we three meet again? | | | | | | | |
59 | Come, thou Fount of ev'ry blessing! | | | | | | | |
60 | What heavenly music do I hear | | | | | | | |
61 | Sweet was the time when first I felt | | | | | | | |
62 | Jesus! lover of my soul | | | | | | | |
63 | Rise, my sou! and stretch thy wings | | | | | | | |
64 | How happy is the pilgrim's lot | | | | | | | |
65 | High in the heavens, eternal God | | | | | | | |
66 | Sing to the Lord, ye distant lands! | | | | | | | |
67 | The Lord my pasture shall prepare | | | | | | | |
68 | Salvation! O, the joyful sound! | | | | | | | |
69 | The spacious firmament on high | | | | | | | |
70 | When all thy mercies, O my God! | | | | | | | |
71 | Awake, my soul, to hymns of praise | | | | | | | |
72 | Far from mortal cares retreating | | | | | | | |
73 | Wandering pilgrims, mourning Christians | | | | | | | |
74 | Come all ye sons of Zion | | | | | | | |
75 | Hail, heavenly love, that first began | | | | | | | |
76 | Father of mercies! in thy word | | | | | | | |
77 | Hail the day that sees him rise | | | | | | | |
78 | At anchor laid, remote from home | | | | | | | |
79 | Did Christ o'er sinners weep | | | | | | | |
80 | Sinners, will you scorn the message | | | | | | | |
81 | Grateful notes and numbers bring | | | | | | | |
82 | How painfully pleasing the fond recollection | | | | | | | |
83 | The day is past and gone | | | | | | | |
84 | Farewell dear friends, I must be gone | | | | | | | |
85 | Lord of the worlds above | | | | | | | |
86 | Now in a song of grateful praise | | | | | | | |
87 | Before Jehovah's awful throne | | | | | | | |
88 | Celestial worlds! your Maker's name | | | | | | | |
89 | Come, my brethren, let us try | | | | | | | |
90 | Art thou to seriousness inclin'd | | | | | | | |
91 | Sing, ye redeemed of the Lord | | | | | | | |
92 | Ye virgins of Jesus arise | | | | | | | |
93 | Let thy kingdom, blessed Saviour | | | | | | | |
94 | Hail, everlasting Spring! | | | | | | | |
95 | Afflicted saint, to Christ draw near | | | | | | | |
96 | Glory to God that I have found the pearl of my salvation | | | | | | | |
97 | To leave my dear friends, and with neighbors to part | | | | | | | |
98 | O thou who rul'st the stormy deep | | | | | | | |
99 | When morn awakes our hearts | | | | | | | |
100 | Christ hath a table richly spread | | | | | | | |