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d101 | Proclaim, saith Christ, my wondrous grace | | | | | | | |
d102 | Religion is the chief concern | | | | | | | |
d103 | Say now, ye lovely social band | | | | | | | |
d104 | See how the morning [mounting] [rising] sun | | | | | | | |
d105 | Sing, ye redeemed [ransomed] of the Lord | | | | | | | |
d106 | Sinners, attend to what I say | | | | | | | |
d107 | Soldiers of Christ, be bold | | | | | | | |
d108 | Sweet rivers of redeeming love | | | | | | | |
d109 | The blest memorials of thy grief | | | | | | | |
d110 | The day is past and gone, the evening shades appear | | | | | | | |
d111 | The glorious light of Zion is spreading | | | | | | | |
d112 | The glorious plan of man's redemption | | | | | | | |
d113 | The happy man is born of God | | | | | | | |
d114 | The sinner who by precious faith | | | | | | | |
d115 | The time draws nigh I must go home | | | | | | | |
d116 | The time draws nigh when we must part | | | | | | | |
d117 | The time has come at last | | | | | | | |
d118 | The voice of my beloved sounds | | | | | | | |
d119 | The wondrous love of Jesus from doubts and fears it [he] frees us | | | | | | | |
d120 | This day let every mortal think | | | | | | | |
d121 | This day my soul has [hath] caught on [new] fire | | | | | | | |
d122 | This is the field, the world below, In which the sower | | | | | | | |
d123 | Thou Son of God, whose flaming eyes | | | | | | | |
d124 | 'Tis a point I long to know | | | | | | | |
d125 | 'Twas on that [a] dark, that [and] doleful [awful] [dreary] night [day] | | | | | | | |
d126 | Welcome, sweet day of rest | | | | | | | |
d127 | What company is this I [we] spy | | | | | | | |
d128 | What mean [means] these jealousies and fears | | | | | | | |
d129 | What think ye [you] of Christ, is the test | | | | | | | |
d130 | What various hindrances we meet | | | | | | | |
d131 | What wondrous love is this, O my soul | | | | | | | |
d132 | When Abraham, full of sacred awe | | | | | | | |
d133 | When Abraham's servant to procure | | | | | | | |
d134 | When any turn from Zion's way | | | | | | | |
d135 | When converts first begin to sing | | | | | | | |
d136 | When darkness long has veiled my [the] mind | | | | | | | |
d137 | When first I did the gospel know | | | | | | | |
d138 | When first I found a pardon | | | | | | | |
d139 | When Jesus my Savior is near | | | | | | | |
d140 | When sorrows encompass me round | | | | | | | |
d141 | Wherewith O God [Lord], shall I draw near | | | | | | | |
d142 | While I am blest with youthful bloom [prime] | | | | | | | |
d143 | While in this vale of sorrow | | | | | | | |
d144 | While pity prompts me to look round | | | | | | | |
d145 | Why don't you hear the alarm | | | | | | | |
d146 | Why should a living man complain | | | | | | | |
d147 | With joy let each afflicted saint | | | | | | | |
d148 | Ye happy children who follow Jesus | | | | | | | |
d149 | Ye heirs with Christ for his dear sake | | | | | | | |
d150 | Ye highly favored, who profess | | | | | | | |
d151 | Ye servant [servants] of the Lord, Each in his [your] office waits | | | | | | | |
d152 | Ye weary heavy laden souls | | | | | | | |
d153 | You who the name of Jesus bear | | | | | | | |
d154 | Young men and ladies in your bloom | | | | | | | |
d155 | You've read the third of Matthew | | | | | | | |