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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 | | | | | | | |