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101 | Come we that love the Lord indeed | | | | | | | |
102 | Glorious angels do rejoice | | | | | | | |
103 | Mine ears delighted with the sound | | | | | | | |
104 | Jesus my pasture shall prepare | | | | | | | |
105 | Ah! me my heart's the seat of war | | | | | | | |
106 | Innumerable foes, Attack the child of God | | | | | | | |
107 | How strange is the course that a christian must steer | | | | | | | |
108 | Begone, unbelief, My Saviour is near | | | | | | | |
109 | Come brethren let us join and sing | | | | | | | |
110 | O what a glorious mystery, wonder, wonder, wonder | | | | | | | |
111 | Now while we do begin to sing | | | | | | | |
112 | Come Lord, and warm each languid heart | | | | | | | |
113 | O for a sweet inspiring ray | | | | | | | |
114 | When death appears before my sight | | | | | | | |
115 | Rise thee my soul, fly up and run | | | | | | | |
116 | Come thou fount of every blessing | | | | | | | |
117 | My song shall bless the Lord of all | | | | | | | |
118 | Ten thousand talents once I ow'd | | | | | | | |
119 | My God the spring of all my joys | | | | | | | |
120 | Almighty love inspire My heart with sacred fire | | | | | | | |
121 | When I can read my title clear | | | | | | | |
122 | O the delights, the heav'nly joys | | | | | | | |
123 | Come and taste along with me | | | | | | | |
124 | Give me the wings of faith to rise | | | | | | | |
125 | 'Twas on that dark, that doleful night | | | | | | | |
126 | All flesh is grass the prophet cry'd | | | | | | | |
127 | Our souls rejoice to hear the sound | | | | | | | |
128 | "Mercy; O thou son of David!" | | | | | | | |
129 | Since God hath let us live to see | | | | | | | |
130 | Come brethren let us all unite | | | | | | | |
131 | Come fellow sinners now awake | | | | | | | |
132 | Lord, how divine thy comforts are | | | | | | | |
133 | Dear refuge of my weary soul | | | | | | | |
134 | What shall the dying sinner do | | | | | | | |
135 | Thus the Redeemer kindly saith | | | | | | | |
136 | Lord hear a burd'ned sinner mourn | | | | | | | |
137 | Far from my soul, O sleep! retire | | | | | | | |
138 | Jesus demands my love supreme | | | | | | | |
139 | Come away to the skies | | | | | | | |
140 | Eternal truth affirms | | | | | | | |
141 | When Abram's servant to procure | | | | | | | |
142 | Grace! 'tis a charming sound! | | | | | | | |
143 | Deluded souls! who think to find | | | | | | | |
144 | Mortals, awake, with angels join | | | | | | | |
145 | Lord, and am I yet alive | | | | | | | |
146 | When first the God of boundless grace | | | | | | | |
147 | Come, humble sinner, in whose breast | | | | | | | |
148 | The voice of free grace cries, escape to the mountain | | | | | | | |
149 | Let Christ the glor'ous lover | | | | | | | |
150 | Begin the high celestial strain | | | | | | | |
151 | Wherewith, O God, shall I draw near | | | | | | | |
152 | Eternal power! whose high abode | | | | | | | |
153 | Should bounteous nature kindly pour | | | | | | | |
154 | Ye worlds of light, that roll so near | | | | | | | |
155 | Since Jesus freely did appear | | | | | | | |
156 | Eternal Sire enthron'd on high! | | | | | | | |
157 | Now the Saviour stands a pleading | | | | | | | |
158 | How meanly dwells th'immortal mind | | | | | | | |
159 | Young ladies all I pray draw near | | | | | | | |
160 | When Joseph his brethren beheld | | | | | | | |
161 | How lost was my condition | | | | | | | |
162 | When thou my righteous judge shall come | | | | | | | |
163 | Farewell, dear friends in Christ below | | | | | | | |
164 | Oft have I sat in secret sighs | | | | | | | |
165[185] | The great redeemer we adore | | | | | | | |
166[186] | Poor mourning souls in deep distress | | | | | | | |
167[187] | Awak'd by Sinai's awful sound | | | | | | | |
168[188] | Stop, poor sinner, stop and think | | | | | | | |
169[189] | O when shall I see Jesus | | | | | | | |
170[190] | Through tribulation's deep | | | | | | | |
171[191] | Farewell, dear friends | | | | | | | |
172[192] | O Jesus my Saviour, to thee I submit | | | | | | | |
173[193] | Come all ye poor sinners | | | | | | | |
174[194] | Raise thoughtless sinner, raise thine eye | | | | | | | |
176[196] | Stretch'd on the cross the Saviour dies | | | | | | | |
175[195] | No mortal ties can be compar'd | | | | | | | |
177[197] | Prostrate, dear Jesus, at thy feet | | | | | | | |
178[198] | Beside the gospel pool | | | | | | | |
179[199] | Now we are met in holy fear | | | | | | | |