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101 | How sweet the name of Jesus sounds | | | | | | | |
102 | One there is above all others, well [who] deserves | | | | | | | |
103 | Rock of Ages, cleft for me, Let me hide myself in Thee | | | | | | | |
104 | Jesus, thou art the sinner's friend | | | | | | | |
105 | Yes, for me, for me He careth | | | | | | | |
106 | Not all the blood of beast [beasts], On Jewish altars | | | | | | | |
107 | Jesus, the very thought is sweet | | | | | | | |
108 | Arise, my soul, arise, shake off | | | | | | | |
109 | A good High-Priest is [has] come | | | | | | | |
110 | Isr'l in ancient days | | | | | | | |
111 | I am, saith Christ, the Way | | | | | | | |
112 | What think ye [you] of Christ, is the test | | | | | | | |
113 | With joy we meditate the [thy] grace | | | | | | | |
114 | Alas, and did my Savior bleed? And did my Sovereign die? | | | | | | | |
115 | Behold the Savior of mankind | | | | | | | |
116 | Stretched on the cross the Savior dies [died] | | | | | | | |
117 | Saw ye [you] my Savior, saw ye [you] my Savior | | | | | | | |
118 | O Sacred head, now wounded | | | | | | | |
119 | Sweet the moments, rich in blessing | | | | | | | |
120 | He dies, the friend of sinners dies | | | | | | | |
121 | The Son of Man they did betray | | | | | | | |
122 | Beyond where Cedron's [Kedron's] waters flow | | | | | | | |
123 | Dark was the night, and cold the ground | | | | | | | |
124 | ôTis finished, so the Savior cried, and meekly | | | | | | | |
125 | Solemnly, sadly, the mourners draw near | | | | | | | |
126 | Come, O my soul, to Calvary | | | | | | | |
127 | And why, dear Savior, tell me why | | | | | | | |
128 | The Lord is risen indeed; He lives to die no more | | | | | | | |
129 | The happy morn is come, Triumphant o'er the grave | | | | | | | |
130 | All hail the power of Jesus' name, Let angels prostrate fall | | | | | | | |
131 | Hail, thou once despised Jesus | | | | | | | |
132 | Mary to her [the] Savior's tomb | | | | | | | |
133 | Who is this that comes from Edom | | | | | | | |
134 | Hark, ten thousand harps and voices | | | | | | | |
135 | Ye virgin [waiting] souls, arise | | | | | | | |
136 | Let the seventh angel sound on high | | | | | | | |
137 | The night is far spent, and the day is at hand | | | | | | | |
138 | Blest with the joys of innocence | | | | | | | |
139 | When Adam sinned, through all his race | | | | | | | |
140 | Sin has a thousand treacherous arts | | | | | | | |
141 | Look down, O Lord, with pitying eye | | | | | | | |
142 | Lord, we are vile, conceived in sin | | | | | | | |
143 | Ye dying sons of men | | | | | | | |
144 | Sinner [sinners], will you [ye] scorn [slight] the message | | | | | | | |
145 | While life prolongs its precious light | | | | | | | |
146 | Life is the time to serve the Lord | | | | | | | |
147 | Sinner [sinners], the voice of God regard | | | | | | | |
148 | Broad is the road [stream] that leads to death [wrath] | | | | | | | |
149 | I long to see the season [seasons] come when sinners | | | | | | | |
150 | Come, guilty sinner, in whose breast | | | | | | | |
151 | Now is the accepted time | | | | | | | |
152 | Come ye [you] sinners, poor and wretched [needy], Weak and wounded | | | | | | | |
153 | When the harvest is past and the summer is o'er | | | | | | | |
154 | O turn ye [you], O turn ye [you], for why will ye [you] die | | | | | | | |
155 | Let every mortal ear attend | | | | | | | |
156 | Behold the Savior at the [thy] door | | | | | | | |
157 | Vain man [men], thy [your] fond pursuits forbear | | | | | | | |
158 | There is a time, we know not when | | | | | | | |
159 | A fountain in Jesus, which runs always [always runs] free | | | | | | | |
160 | Come, trembling soul [souls] [ones], forget your fear [fears] | | | | | | | |
161 | Desctruction's dang'rous road | | | | | | | |
162 | That name to me sounds ever sweet | | | | | | | |
163 | Amazing sight, the Savior stands | | | | | | | |
164 | Go, bring me [them], said the dying fair | | | | | | | |
165 | O what amazing words of grace Are in the gospel found | | | | | | | |
166 | Dear people all, attention give And hear what | | | | | | | |
167 | Come youth and people, one and all | | | | | | | |
168 | Sinner [sinners] turn, why will ye [you] die | | | | | | | |
169 | Run to and fro in all thy glee | | | | | | | |
170 | Attend, young friends, while [whilst] I relate | | | | | | | |
171 | Sinner, awake, to think | | | | | | | |
172 | Ye unconverted, careless souls | | | | | | | |
173 | Come sinners to the gospel feast | | | | | | | |
174 | Stop, poor sinner [sinners], stop and think | | | | | | | |
175 | To-day—if you will hear his voice | | | | | | | |
176 | Ye wretched, hungry, starving poor Behold a royal feast | | | | | | | |
177 | Prostrate dear Jesus at thy feet | | | | | | | |
178 | O sinner, bring not tears alone Or outward form of | | | | | | | |
179 | O that my load of sin were [was] gone | | | | | | | |
180 | Stay, thou insulted [long suffering] Spirit | | | | | | | |
181 | Beside the gospel pool Appointed for the poor | | | | | | | |
182 | Depth of mercy, can there be, Mercy still reserved for me? | | | | | | | |
183 | Father, I stretch my hand [hands] to thee | | | | | | | |
184 | Behold how sinners disagree | | | | | | | |
185 | If Jesus Christ was sent To save us from our sin | | | | | | | |
186 | With tears of anguish I lament | | | | | | | |
187 | O for a glance of heavenly day | | | | | | | |
188 | Ah, whither should I go | | | | | | | |
189 | Lord, I approach the [thy] mercy seat | | | | | | | |
190 | Show pity Lord, O Lord, forgive | | | | | | | |
191 | Mercy, O thou Son of David | | | | | | | |
192 | O thou who hearest when sinners cry | | | | | | | |
193 | Mistaken souls, that [who] dream of heaven | | | | | | | |
194 | Just as I am, without one plea | | | | | | | |
195 | Jesus, my [mine] [our] all, to heaven is [has] gone | | | | | | | |
196 | How sad our state [fate] by nature is | | | | | | | |
197 | Grace! 'tis a most delightful theme | | | | | | | |
198 | When wounded sore the stricken soul | | | | | | | |
199 | There is a fountain filled with blood, drawn from Immanuel's vein [veins] | | | | | | | |
200 | Salvation, O the joyful sound | | | | | | | |