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101 | Where two or three, with sweet accord | | | | | | | |
102 | Begone, unbelief, my Saviour is near | | | | | | | |
103 | Kindred in Christ, for his dear sake | | | | | | | |
104 | What a favor, Lord, that I should meet | | | | | | | |
105 | Jesus, where'er thy people meet | | | | | | | |
106 | With conscious guilt and bleeding heart | | | | | | | |
107 | What various hindrances we meet | | | | | | | |
108 | This wretched heart will still backslide | | | | | | | |
109 | Beset with snares on ev'ry hand | | | | | | | |
110 | Ye dying sons of men | | | | | | | |
111 | The Saviour calls ! Let ev'ry ear | | | | | | | |
112 | Come, humble sinner, in whose breast | | | | | | | |
113 | The voice of free grace cries, Escape to the mountain | | | | | | | |
114 | Sovereign grace hath power alone | | | | | | | |
115 | Our souls in love together knit | | | | | | | |
116 | A debtor to mercy alone | | | | | | | |
117 | There is a path that leads to God | | | | | | | |
118 | And am I blest with Jesus' love? | | | | | | | |
119 | When languor and disease invade | | | | | | | |
120 | Sinner, O why so thoughtless grown | | | | | | | |
121 | With tears of anguish I lament | | | | | | | |
122 | What shall the dying sinner do | | | | | | | |
123 | When, with my mind devoutly prest | | | | | | | |
124 | In songs of sublime adoration and praise | | | | | | | |
125 | Grace! 'tis a charming sound | | | | | | | |
126 | 'Tis my happiness below | | | | | | | |
127 | Afflicted Saint, to Christ draw near | | | | | | | |
128 | How firm a foundation, ye saints of the Lord | | | | | | | |
129 | When marshall'd on the nightly plain | | | | | | | |
130 | Now let our souls, on wings sublime | | | | | | | |
131 | While thee I seek, protecting Power | | | | | | | |
132 | I love to steal awhile away | | | | | | | |
133 | Prayer is the soul’s sincere desire | | | | | | | |
134 | Prayer was appointed to convey | | | | | | | |
135 | With hearts and lips unfeign'd | | | | | | | |
136 | Ne'er was a sinner cast away | | | | | | | |
137 | Encourag'd by the word | | | | | | | |
138 | Saviour, visit thy plantation | | | | | | | |
139 | Rejoice, for Christ, the Saviour reigns | | | | | | | |
140 | O how divine, how sweet the joy | | | | | | | |
141 | Come, thou Fount of ev'ry blessing! | | | | | | | |
142 | Lord, I am thine, entirely thine | | | | | | | |
143 | I will resolve, with all my heart | | | | | | | |
144 | I hear a voice that comes from far | | | | | | | |
145 | How are thy servants bless'd, O Lord | | | | | | | |
146 | Father of mercies, in thy word | | | | | | | |
147 | A glory gilds the sacred page | | | | | | | |
148 | How painfully pleasing the fond recollection | | | | | | | |
149 | What's this that steals, that steals upon my frame | | | | | | | |
150 | To Jesus, the crown of my hope | | | | | | | |
151 | How precious is thy word, O God | | | | | | | |
152 | O Thou, from whom all goodness flows! | | | | | | | |
153 | "We've no abiding city here!" | | | | | | | |
154 | Infinite excellence is thine | | | | | | | |
155 | Your harps, ye trembling saints | | | | | | | |
156 | Rise, my soul, and stretch thy wings | | | | | | | |
157 | Ye hearts with youthful vigour warm | | | | | | | |
158 | And is the gospel peace and love? | | | | | | | |
159 | The rain descends, the tempests rise | | | | | | | |
160 | Eternity is just at hand! | | | | | | | |
161 | Come, Lord, and warm each languid heart | | | | | | | |
162 | Deep are the wounds which sin has made | | | | | | | |
163 | There is a fountain fill'd with blood | | | | | | | |
164 | Dear Saviour, when my thoughts recall | | | | | | | |
165 | And can my heart aspire so high | | | | | | | |
166 | Awake, ye saints, and raise your eyes | | | | | | | |
167 | Awake my soul, stretch ev'ry nerve | | | | | | | |
168 | And must I part with all I have | | | | | | | |
169 | And did the Holy and the Just | | | | | | | |
170 | As when the weary trav'ler gains | | | | | | | |
171 | The moment a sinner believes | | | | | | | |
172 | Beside the Gospel Pool | | | | | | | |
173 | Brethren, while we sojourn here | | | | | | | |
174 | Come, ye redeem'd by Jesus' blood | | | | | | | |
175 | Come, thou desire of all thy saints | | | | | | | |
176 | Now joyous hail the genial light | | | | | | | |
177 | Behold from heav'n, O God of grace! | | | | | | | |
178 | Hear us, Father! while we cry | | | | | | | |
179 | O God of freedom! hear us pray | | | | | | | |
180 | We long to see that happy time | | | | | | | |
181 | "Break ev'ry yoke," the gospel cries | | | | | | | |
182 | Lord! when thine ancient people cried | | | | | | | |
183 | Come, ye that know and fear the Lord | | | | | | | |
184 | Come, weary souls, with sin distress'd | | | | | | | |
185 | Come, sinners, to the gospel feast | | | | | | | |
186 | Rouse ye, at the Saviour's call! | | | | | | | |
187 | When shall we meet again? | | | | | | | |
188 | Afflictions, though they seem severe | | | | | | | |
189 | What sound is this? a song through heav'n resounding | | | | | | | |
190 | Thou sweet gliding Kedron, by thy silver streams | | | | | | | |
191 | O turn ye, O turn ye, for why will ye die? | | | | | | | |
192 | Cheer up, my soul, there is a mercy-seat | | | | | | | |
193 | Hark! hark! the notes of joy | | | | | | | |
194 | Hark! the voice of love and mercy | | | | | | | |
195 | How lost was my condition | | | | | | | |
196 | My times of sorrow and of joy | | | | | | | |
197 | "Mercy, O thou Son of David!" | | | | | | | |
198 | Lift up your heads Immanuel's friends | | | | | | | |
199 | Let us rise and go to Zion's hill | | | | | | | |
200 | On Jordan's stormy banks I stand | | | | | | | |