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I | O when shall I [we] see Jesus and dwell [reign] with Him above | | | | | | | |
II | Mercy, O thou Son of David | | | | | | | |
III | Sovereign grace has [hath] power alone | | | | | | | |
IV | Come friends and relations let us [come] join heart and hand | | | | | | | |
V | Come, welcome this new year of grace | | | | | | | |
VI | A fountain in Jesus, which runs always [always runs] free | | | | | | | |
VII | Come thou fount of every blessing | | | | | | | |
VIII | Beside the gospel pool Appointed for the poor | | | | | | | |
IX | What contradictions meet | | | | | | | |
X | Now the Savior stands [standeth] [standing] a-pleading [and pleading] | | | | | | | |
XI | Precious Bible, what a treasure | | | | | | | |
XII | What heavenly music do I [we] hear | | | | | | | |
XIII | When first my soul enlisted | | | | | | | |
XIV | How lost was [is] my [our] condition | | | | | | | |
XV | Christ is set on Zion's hill | | | | | | | |
XVI | By whom was David taught | | | | | | | |
XVII | Stop, poor sinner [sinners], stop and think | | | | | | | |
XVIII | 'Tis Jesus doth save | | | | | | | |
XIX | Thus was the great Redeemer plunged | | | | | | | |
XX | Attend, ye children of your [our] God | | | | | | | |
XXI | Never does truth more shine | | | | | | | |
XXII | Lord, at thy table I [we] behold The wonders of thy grace | | | | | | | |
XXIII | Humble souls, who [that] seek salvation | | | | | | | |
XXIV | O God my heart with love inflame | | | | | | | |
XXV | When Paul was parted from his friends | | | | | | | |
XXVI | Come on, my fellow pilgrims, come | | | | | | | |
XXVII | Sweet was the time when first I felt | | | | | | | |
XXVIII | What think ye [you] of Christ, is the test | | | | | | | |
XXIX | The fields are all white and the harvest is near | | | | | | | |
XXX | O what a glorious mystery, wonder, wonder, wonder | | | | | | | |
XXXI | Attend, ye saints, and hear me tell | | | | | | | |
XXXII | Now we are met in holy fear to hear the happy | | | | | | | |
XXXIII | Dear Savior, we rejoice to hear poor [when] sinners sweetly [humbly] tell | | | | | | | |
XXXIV | O with what pleasure we behold | | | | | | | |
XXXV | These honored saints, redeemed by blood | | | | | | | |
XXXVI | My Christ is my [a] friend, To Him I attend | | | | | | | |
XXXVII | Ye tried sons of God, Ye still have food | | | | | | | |
XXXVIII | Hasten, O Lord, the latter day | | | | | | | |
XXXIX | Ye saints attend the Savior's voice | | | | | | | |
XL | From all that's mortal, all that's vain | | | | | | | |
XLI | Professed followers of the Lamb | | | | | | | |
XLII | Once more, dear brethren, join to sing | | | | | | | |
XLIII | Sing the dear Savior's glorious fame | | | | | | | |
XLIV | Assist my soul, my heavenly King | | | | | | | |
XLV | That glorious day is drawing nigh | | | | | | | |
XLVI | Begone, unbelief, [for] my [our] Savior is near | | | | | | | |
XLVII | Farewell, my [dear] brethren in the Lord | | | | | | | |
XLVIII | Jesus, at thy command | | | | | | | |
XLIX | The fountain of Christ, Lord help us to sing | | | | | | | |
L | The voice of free grace cries escape | | | | | | | |
LI | Sinner, art thou [are you] still secure [sincere] | | | | | | | |
LII | Hark, my soul, it is the Lord | | | | | | | |
LIII | Wak'd by the Gospel's powerful sound | | | | | | | |
LIV | See the Lord of glory dying | | | | | | | |
LV | Peace be unto this house, The Son of Peace | | | | | | | |
LVI | Come, all ye dear souls that [who] are of Adam's loins [line] | | | | | | | |
LVII | Saved by blood I live to tell | | | | | | | |
LVIII | I am, saith Christ, the Way | | | | | | | |
LIX | Hail, sovereign love, that first began | | | | | | | |
LX | 'Tis my happiness below | | | | | | | |
LXI | Isr'el in ancient days | | | | | | | |
LXII | Hark! the voice of love and mercy | | | | | | | |
LXIII | Hail! thou once despised Jesus | | | | | | | |
LXIV | Ye dying sons of men | | | | | | | |
LXV | Gracious Lord [God], our children see | | | | | | | |
LXVI | Sweet are the gifts which gracious Heav'n | | | | | | | |
LXVII | Almighty love inspire my heart with sacred fire | | | | | | | |
M.I | The Lord into his garden comes | | | | | | | |
M.II | Come, all ye poor sinners that [who] from Adam came | | | | | | | |
M.III | O Lord, I pray that thou wilt show | | | | | | | |
M.IV | On a sweet summer's evening, as I walked the street | | | | | | | |
M.V | I'm glad I ever saw the day | | | | | | | |
M.VI | Is there anybody here like leprous Naaman | | | | | | | |
M.VII | How firm a foundation, ye [you] saints of the Lord | | | | | | | |
M.VIII | Hark! hear the sound on earth is found | | | | | | | |
M.IX | The great tremendous day's approaching | | | | | | | |
M.X | Come all who are New-lights indeed | | | | | | | |
M.XI | The great God of love, hath shown us the way | | | | | | | |
M.XII | All hail the power of Jesus' name, Let angels prostrate fall | | | | | | | |
M.XIII | Though trouble assail us, and dangers affright | | | | | | | |
M.XIV | Thus saith the Lord, your Master dear | | | | | | | |
M.XV | Come and taste along with me | | | | | | | |
M.XVI | Blest be my God that I was born | | | | | | | |
M.XVII | Innumerable foes attack the child of God | | | | | | | |
M.XVIII | Let us ask the important question | | | | | | | |
M.XIX | Come, my soul, and let us try | | | | | | | |
M.XX | Jesus, while he dwelt below | | | | | | | |
M.XXI | Oh! for a glance of heav'nly day | | | | | | | |
M.XXII | In heav'nly choirs a qhestion rose | | | | | | | |
M.XXIII | Those persons are happy who die | | | | | | | |
M.XXIV | Jesus, thou omniscient Saviour | | | | | | | |
M.XXV | When a guilty sinner's flying | | | | | | | |
M.XXVI | Pilgrims, with pleasure let us part | | | | | | | |
M.XXVII | The Prince of Peace is come | | | | | | | |
M.XXVIII | O am I born to die | | | | | | | |
M.XXIX | Now to the pilgrims born of God | | | | | | | |
M.XXX | Where shall we sinners hide our heads | | | | | | | |
M.XXXI | Vain delusive world, adieu | | | | | | | |
M.XXXII | And let this feeble body fail | | | | | | | |
M.XXXIII | Thou God of glorious majesty | | | | | | | |