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201 | Ye ransomed sons of Adam's race | | | | | | | |
202 | While in the vale of vision, dead | | | | | | | |
203 | Why drooping saint dismayed | | | | | | | |
204 | The hope set before us is Jesus the Lord | | | | | | | |
205 | What glories surrounding my Savior I see | | | | | | | |
206 | Jesus, how glorious is thy grace | | | | | | | |
207 | By grace we know, to us it's clear | | | | | | | |
208 | O Christ, O Love divine | | | | | | | |
209 | To banquet once the spouse was led | | | | | | | |
210 | My soul would rise, and trace the spring | | | | | | | |
211 | Sav'd from the damning power of Sin | | | | | | | |
212 | 'Twas not to make Jehovah's love | | | | | | | |
213 | Christ is the sinner's only friend | | | | | | | |
214 | Let Zion in her songs record | | | | | | | |
215 | With David's Lord, and ours A covenant was made | | | | | | | |
216 | 'Twas with an everlasting love | | | | | | | |
217 | My thoughts on things eternal rove | | | | | | | |
218 | God loved his church, and held her forth | | | | | | | |
219 | The Spirit will lead Christ's bride | | | | | | | |
220 | How sweet and precious to my soul | | | | | | | |
221 | 'Tis the voice of my beloved, his dear face methinks I see | | | | | | | |
222 | On Zion's glorious summit stood, A numerous host, redeemed by blood | | | | | | | |
223 | My soul would rise, and gladly sing | | | | | | | |
224 | How sovereign is the love of God | | | | | | | |
225 | Blest are the souls that [who] hear and know | | | | | | | |
226 | O for a thousand tongues to sing my great [dear] Redeemer's praise | | | | | | | |
227 | Jesus, thou art my righteousness | | | | | | | |
228 | Christ is the root of holiness | | | | | | | |
229 | Our Jesu's promise is | | | | | | | |
230 | Now may the Lord reveal his face | | | | | | | |
231 | Hungry, and faint and poor | | | | | | | |
232 | Hail, mighty Jesus, how divine | | | | | | | |
233 | O my distrustful heart, how small thy faith appears | | | | | | | |
234 | My soul would rise, and gladly sing | | | | | | | |
235 | Poor, weak, and worthless though I am | | | | | | | |
236 | Come, let our hearts and voices join | | | | | | | |
237 | Now in a song of grateful praise [love] | | | | | | | |
238 | Jesus, I love thy charming name | | | | | | | |
239 | O Could I speak the matchless worth | | | | | | | |
240 | The heavens with loud hosannas ring | | | | | | | |
241 | Praise to thy name, Almighty Lord | | | | | | | |
242 | Come, come, ye happy, happy saints | | | | | | | |
243 | Who can describe the joys that rise | | | | | | | |
244 | Not with our mortal eyes have we beheld the Lord | | | | | | | |
245 | No more, my God, I boast no more, Of all the duties I have done | | | | | | | |
246 | How oft have [hath] sin and Satan [nature] strove [striven] | | | | | | | |
247 | Lord, we confess our numerous faults | | | | | | | |
248 | My soul would bless the Lord of all | | | | | | | |
249 | Jesus, to what didst thou submit | | | | | | | |
250 | Sweeter sounds than music knows | | | | | | | |
251 | Jesus only, will we sing | | | | | | | |
252 | The gospel brings tidings to each wounded soul | | | | | | | |
253 | Could I of all perfection boast | | | | | | | |
254 | Is anything too hard for God | | | | | | | |
255 | Dependent on the God of power | | | | | | | |
256 | Thou poor, afflicted, temped soul | | | | | | | |
257 | Jesus, how sweet the sound | | | | | | | |
258 | O the power of love divine | | | | | | | |
259 | A Christian's heart is Christ's abode | | | | | | | |
260 | When I by faith the bloody sweat | | | | | | | |
261 | How sweet, my God, when filled with love | | | | | | | |
262 | Let worldlings trace their pedigree | | | | | | | |
263 | In God, my Savior, and my God | | | | | | | |
264 | Sing to the Lord whose matchless love | | | | | | | |
265 | No mortal man this fast can keep | | | | | | | |
266 | My Jesus hath obeyed | | | | | | | |
267 | Now gracious God to praise thy name | | | | | | | |
268 | Establish, Lord, this glorious work | | | | | | | |
269 | From whence this fear and unbelief | | | | | | | |
270 | Jesus Christ, the Lord's anointed | | | | | | | |
271 | Nay, I cannot let thee go | | | | | | | |
272 | From pole to pole let others roam | | | | | | | |
273 | Hark, the Redeemer from on high | | | | | | | |
274 | Who is this fair one in distress | | | | | | | |
275 | We sing the amazing deeds | | | | | | | |
276 | Jehovah the Father, Jehovah the Son | | | | | | | |
277 | Fair as the moon my robes appear | | | | | | | |
278 | Lord, I am thine, I bless thy name | | | | | | | |
279 | The law is holy, just and good | | | | | | | |
280 | The more, through grace, myself I know | | | | | | | |
281 | Why is thy mind oppressed | | | | | | | |
282 | Since the Lord will comfort Zion | | | | | | | |
283 | O what amazing words of grace Are in the gospel found | | | | | | | |
284 | Jesus is precious, says [saith] the word | | | | | | | |
285 | Great was the price to justice due | | | | | | | |
286 | 'Tis finished, the Redeemer said | | | | | | | |
287 | O how blessed 'tis to trace | | | | | | | |
288 | Blessed [Blest] are the sons of God | | | | | | | |
289 | Come, see the man at Jesus' feet | | | | | | | |
290 | Let him embrace my soul, and prove | | | | | | | |
291 | Jesus, we claim thee for our own | | | | | | | |
292 | O love, thou bottomless [fathomless] abyss | | | | | | | |
293 | We sing thy praise, exalted Lamb | | | | | | | |
294 | Bless the lord, my soul, and raise | | | | | | | |
295 | Jesus is our God and Savior | | | | | | | |
296 | My soul, repeat the mighty acts | | | | | | | |
297 | I know thee, Savior, who thou art | | | | | | | |
298 | While Jesus in love my affection engages | | | | | | | |
299 | Amidst all darkness from within | | | | | | | |
300 | The soul once quickened into life | | | | | | | |