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101 | The Lord himself, the mighty Lord | | | | | | | |
102 | While thee I seek, protecting Power | | | | | | | |
103 | Ye sons of war I pray draw near | | | | | | | |
104 | O when shall I see Jesus | | | | | | | |
105 | Lift up your hearts, Immanuel's friends | | | | | | | |
106 | A soldier, Lord, thou hast me made | | | | | | | |
107 | Ye soldiers of Jesus pray stand to your arms | | | | | | | |
108 | Hark! listen to the trumpeters | | | | | | | |
109 | Am I a soldier of the cross | | | | | | | |
110 | Dark and thorny is the desert | | | | | | | |
111 | Ye weary, heavy laden souls | | | | | | | |
112 | Come, all ye wand'ring pilgrims dear | | | | | | | |
113 | Come ye that love the Lord indeed | | | | | | | |
114 | I've 'listed in the holy war | | | | | | | |
115 | Oh! that I had some humble place | | | | | | | |
116 | Through tribulation deep | | | | | | | |
117 | Jesus, at thy command | | | | | | | |
118 | The people called Christians, how many things they tell | | | | | | | |
119 | Sweet the moments, rich in blessing | | | | | | | |
120 | Jesus! and shall it ever be | | | | | | | |
121 | I love thee, I love thee, I love thee my love | | | | | | | |
122 | Sweet muse descend, and bless the shade | | | | | | | |
123 | O souls by love together knit | | | | | | | |
124 | Ye jewels of my Master | | | | | | | |
125 | The Lord's into his garden comes | | | | | | | |
126 | When thou, my righteous Judge, shall come | | | | | | | |
127 | The sacred ties of friendship | | | | | | | |
128 | What poor despised company | | | | | | | |
129 | From whence doth this union arise | | | | | | | |
130 | Sweet to rejoice in lively hope | | | | | | | |
131 | Bright scenes of glory strike my sense | | | | | | | |
132 | Burst, ye emerald gates, and bring | | | | | | | |
133 | Brethren, see my Jesus coming | | | | | | | |
134 | Rise my soul, and stretch thy wings | | | | | | | |
135 | Jerusalem, my happy home | | | | | | | |
136 | The wond'rous love of Jesus | | | | | | | |
137 | Sweet rivers of redeeming love | | | | | | | |
138 | There shall we reign with Jesus, on that delightful shore | | | | | | | |
139 | There is a holy city | | | | | | | |
140 | Vital spark of heavenly flame | | | | | | | |
141 | O may I worthy prove to see | | | | | | | |
142 | The glorious day is drawing nigh | | | | | | | |
143 | To Jesus, the crown of my hope | | | | | | | |
144 | In vain my fancy strives to paint | | | | | | | |
145 | While on the verge of life I stand | | | | | | | |
146 | Death, he is the king of terrors | | | | | | | |
147 | Death cannot make our souls afraid | | | | | | | |
148 | Why shrinks my weak nature? ah! what can it mean? | | | | | | | |
149 | Hear what God the Lord hath spoken | | | | | | | |
150 | At every moment of our breath | | | | | | | |
151 | Yonder! see the Lord descending | | | | | | | |
152 | What sound is this salutes mine ear | | | | | | | |
153 | Behold the man, threescore and ten | | | | | | | |
154 | Arise and shine, O Zion fair | | | | | | | |
155 | Ye virgin souls arise | | | | | | | |
156 | Though in the outward church below | | | | | | | |
157 | See the eternal Judge descending | | | | | | | |
158 | The fields are all white, the harvest is near | | | | | | | |
159 | Lo! we see the sign appearing | | | | | | | |
160 | Don't you see my Jesus coming? | | | | | | | |
161 | Hail the blest morn when the great Mediator | | | | | | | |
162 | O how charming, O how charming | | | | | | | |
163 | While shepherds in Jewry were guarding their sheep | | | | | | | |
164 | From the regions of love, lo! an angel descended | | | | | | | |
165 | Hark! the heralds of salvation! | | | | | | | |
166 | Farewell, my dear brethren, the time is at hand | | | | | | | |
167 | Farewell, dear friends, I must be gone | | | | | | | |
168 | Farewell, my dear brethren, I bid you farewell | | | | | | | |
169 | Hark! my soul, it is the Lord | | | | | | | |
170 | Faith is the Christian's prop | | | | | | | |
171a | O thou, in whose presence my soul takes delight | | | | | | | |
171b | His vestments of righteousness who shall describe? | | | | | | | |
172 | Sing to the Lord above | | | | | | | |
173 | Daniel's wisdom may I know | | | | | | | |
174 | O that I had a faithful friend | | | | | | | |
175 | When man was first created, in Eden he was plac'd | | | | | | | |
176 | With pleasure behold the city of gold | | | | | | | |
177 | In the floods of tribulation | | | | | | | |
178 | Dearest Jesus, though unseen | | | | | | | |
179a | Among the Jewish nations, one Daniel there was found | | | | | | | |
179b | Darius then commanded those wretches to be brought | | | | | | | |
180 | Hear the royal proclamation | | | | | | | |
181 | When for eternal worlds we steer | | | | | | | |
182 | Hail the day so long expected | | | | | | | |
183 | 'Mid scenes of confusion and creature complaints | | | | | | | |
184 | The old Isaelites knew what it was they must do | | | | | | | |
185 | Our Master, Jesus, reign'd above | | | | | | | |
186 | In de dark wood, no Indian nigh | | | | | | | |
187 | They must be as the troubled sea | | | | | | | |
188 | Far from the world, O Lord, I flee | | | | | | | |
189 | From Greenland's icy mountains | | | | | | | |
190 | The chariot! the chariot! its wheels roll in fire | | | | | | | |
191 | For what shall I praise thee, my God and my King? | | | | | | | |
192 | Great God, who hear'st our sighs | | | | | | | |
193 | When Israel out of Egypt came | | | | | | | |
194 | Whither should our full souls aspire | | | | | | | |
195 | Returning to his throne above | | | | | | | |
196 | In time of tribulation | | | | | | | |
197 | How beautiful the sight | | | | | | | |
198 | Lord, our ransom'd souls adore thee | | | | | | | |