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332 | Along the banks where Babel's current flows | | | | | | | |
333 | Work, for the night is coming | | | | | | | |
334 | Just over Jordan's stormy wave | | | | | | | |
335 | Shed not a tear o'er your friend's early bier | | | | | | | |
336a | Oh, tell me no more of this world's vain store | | | | | | | |
336b | Lo, on a narrow neck of land | | | | | | | |
337 | Jesus my all to heav'n is gone | | | | | | | |
338a | How firm a foundation, ye saints of the Lord | | | | | | | |
338b | O, Thou in whose presence my sould takes delight | | | | | | | |
339 | His voice as the sound of the dulcimer sweet | | | | | | | |
340 | Ye objects of sense and enjoyments of time | | | | | | | |
341 | I came to the place where the lone pilgrim lay | | | | | | | |
342 | Hail the blest morn, see the great Mediator | | | | | | | |
343 | I love to tell the story Of unseen things above | | | | | | | |
344 | While beauty and youth are in their full prime | | | | | | | |
345 | Hail the blest morn, see the great Mediator | | | | | | | |
346 | Hail the blest morn, see the great Mediator | | | | | | | |
347 | Hither, ye faithful, haste with songs of triumph | | | | | | | |
348 | How sweet 'tis to think, when this life fades away | | | | | | | |
349 | There upon the cross of Calvary our blessed Savior died | | | | | | | |
350 | In seasons of grief to my God I'll repine | | | | | | | |
351 | ’Mid scenes of confusion and creature complaints | SWEET HOME | | | | | | |
352 | When time has come for me to lay my burdens down | | | | | | | |
353 | To leave my dear friends, and with neighbors to part | | | | | | | |
354 | I would not live always | | | | | | | |
355 | Out on an ocean all boundless we ride | | | | | | | |
356 | Away with your slumbers, the bright morning skies | | | | | | | |
357 | The chariot! the chariot! Its wheels roll in fire | | | | | | | |
358 | O come, come away! The Sabbath morn is passing | | | | | | | |
359 | What wondrous love is this! O my soul! O my soul! | WONDROUS LOVE | | | | | | |
360 | Our bondage it shall end, by and by, by and by | | | | | | | |
361 | Remember, sinful youth, you must die you must die | | | | | | | |
362 | O for a closer walk with God | | | | | | | |
363 | I find myself placed in a state of probation | | | | | | | |
364 | Come all ye young people of ev'ry relation | | | | | | | |
365 | Let me go to my home in the far distant West | | | | | | | |
366 | The time is soon coming, by the prophets foretold | | | | | | | |
367 | David the King was grieved and moved | | | | | | | |
368a | Jesus! and shall it ever be | | | | | | | |
368b | Tis religion that can give | | | | | | | |
369 | The Lord is ris'n indeed | | | | | | | |
372 | My Jesus walks with me on my journey | | | | | | | |
374 | I beheld and lo, a great multitude, which no man could number | | | | | | | |
378 | Hark! Hark! A Savior's voice! Mountains and hills rebound | | | | | | | |
380 | Mine eyes are now closing to rest | | | | | | | |
382 | Amazing grace! how sweet the sound | | | | | | | |
383 | Plunged in a gulf of dark despair | | | | | | | |
384 | When I shall stand at the Judgement of God | | | | | | | |
385 | This world is not my resting place | | | | | | | |
386 | When all Thy mercies, O my God | | | | | | | |
387 | Stay, sinner stay; the night comes on | | | | | | | |
388 | Faith is the Christian's prop | | | | | | | |
389 | Thou who didst stoop below | | | | | | | |
390 | Rise, crowned with light imperial Salem, rise! | | | | | | | |
391 | Come, saints, let us join in the praise of the Lamb | | | | | | | |
392 | I dreamed I was out, to the east cast mine eye | | | | | | | |
393a | Before the rosy dawn of day | | | | | | | |
393b | Why should we mourn departing friends? | | | | | | | |
394 | Lord, shed a beam of heav'nly day | | | | | | | |
395 | Lord, I cannot let Thee go | | | | | | | |
396a | Light of those whose dreary dwelling | | | | | | | |
396b | Songs anew of honor framing | | | | | | | |
397a | Lord, in the strength of grace | | | | | | | |
397b | O, cease, my wand'ring soul | BEDAN | | | | | | |
398a | The Lord, the sov'reign King | | | | | | | |
398b | Bless'd are the sons of peace | | | | | | | |
399a | Come, we who love the Lord | | | | | | | |
399b | To God in whom I trust, I lift my heart and voice | | | | | | | |
400a | Blest be the tie that binds Our hearts in Christian love | | | | | | | |
400b | How charming is the place | HALL | | | | | | |