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298 | In glory bright the Savior reigns | | | | | | | |
299 | Once on the raging seas I rode | | | | | | | |
300 | My soul, arise, shake off thy fears | | | | | | | |
301 | Ye saints, exult in Jesu's name | | | | | | | |
302 | Yes, it is better to depart | | | | | | | |
303 | My soul forsakes her [each] vain delight | | | | | | | |
304 | Now let our voices join | | | | | | | |
305 | Rise, my soul, and stretch thy wings | | | | | | | |
306 | Inquire, ye pilgrims, for the way | | | | | | | |
307 | Our country is Immanuel's ground [land] | | | | | | | |
308 | Brethren beloved for Jesus | | | | | | | |
309 | How sweet, how [and] heavenly is the sight | | | | | | | |
310 | Blest be the tie that binds our hearts in Christian love | | | | | | | |
311 | How blest the sacred tie that binds | | | | | | | |
312a | Our souls by [in] love together knit [drawn] [joined] | | | | | | | |
312b | Union prevails in heaven from him | | | | | | | |
313 | The finest flower that ever blowed | | | | | | | |
314 | Let party names no more | | | | | | | |
315 | Happy place, happy place, happy place | | | | | | | |
316 | We've no abiding city here | | | | | | | |
317 | Being called to part asunder | | | | | | | |
318 | For a season called to part | | | | | | | |
319 | Farewell, loving [lovely] Christian [Christians], the time is at hand | | | | | | | |
320 | Thy presence, everlasting [ever living] God [Lord] | | | | | | | |
321 | Jesus grant us all a blessing | | | | | | | |
322 | Lord, vouchsafe to us thy blessing | | | | | | | |
323 | O happy day when saints shall meet | | | | | | | |
324 | Come, let us join our friends above, who [that] have obtained the prize | | | | | | | |
325 | Through Christ when we together came | | | | | | | |
326 | Come Christian brethren ere we part | | | | | | | |
327 | Again, indulgent Lord, return | | | | | | | |
328 | Jesus, Saviour of my soul | | | | | | | |
329 | Great God indulge my humble claim | | | | | | | |
330 | My soul would faint mount cheerful upHastings, T. | | | | | | | |
331 | Come, all ye chosen saints of God that long to feel the cle | | | | | | | |
332a | Grace, 'tis a charming [cheering] [joyful] [pleasing] sound | | | | | | | |
332b | In songs of sublime adoration and praise | | | | | | | |
333 | Self righteous souls on works rely | | | | | | | |
334 | When Syria's leprous chief | | | | | | | |
335 | Hark, 'tis the Savior 's voice I hear Come | | | | | | | |
336 | Jesus, dear name, how sweet it [the] sound(s) | | | | | | | |
337 | A charge to keep I have, A God to glorify | | | | | | | |
338 | Ye careless [carnal] professors, who rest on your lees | | | | | | | |
339 | My soul be on thy [your] guard | | | | | | | |
340 | Begone all delay | | | | | | | |
341 | Alas what hourly dangers rise | | | | | | | |
342 | Awake, my soul, lift up thine eyes | | | | | | | |
343 | Thou only Sovereign of my heart | | | | | | | |
344 | O thou who diest the mourner's tear | | | | | | | |
345 | Afflicted saint [saints] [soul] [souls], to Christ [God] draw near | | | | | | | |
346 | Lord, dost thou say, ask what thou wilt | | | | | | | |
347 | Although the vine its fruit deny | | | | | | | |
348 | Begone, unbelief, [for] my [our] Savior is near | | | | | | | |
349 | When guilt distracts my laboring breast | | | | | | | |
350 | Sweet the hour of tribulation | | | | | | | |
351 | Earth has a joy unknown to heaven | | | | | | | |
352 | What cheering words are these | | | | | | | |
353 | It shall be well, let sinners know, With those who love the Lord | | | | | | | |
354 | I know that my Redeemer lives, what comfort this | | | | | | | |
355 | Submissive to thy will, my [O] God | | | | | | | |
356 | When sorrow casts its shade around us | | | | | | | |
357 | Lord, I am pained; but I resign My body to thy will | | | | | | | |
358 | It is the Lord enthron'd in light | | | | | | | |
359 | Stretched on the bed of grief | | | | | | | |
360 | My soul would fain indulge a hope | | | | | | | |
361 | God of my life, look gently down | | | | | | | |
362 | And let this feeble body fail | | | | | | | |
363 | When languor and disease invade | | | | | | | |
364 | In the floods of tribulation | | | | | | | |
365 | Every moment brings me nearer | | | | | | | |
366 | Come forward, death, and let us talk | | | | | | | |
367 | Now the shades of night are gone | | | | | | | |
368 | When we with welcome slumber pressed | | | | | | | |
369 | God of my life, my morning song | | | | | | | |
370 | Should God forbid the sun to rise | | | | | | | |
371 | Arise, my soul, with rapture rise | | | | | | | |
372 | The day is past and gone, the evening shades appear | | | | | | | |
373 | Indulgent Father, by whose care | | | | | | | |
374 | Great God, to thee my evening song | | | | | | | |
375 | The night shall hear me raise my song | | | | | | | |
376 | Begone, my earthly [worldly] care [cares], away | | | | | | | |
377 | Another six days' work is done | | | | | | | |
378 | Come dearest Lord, and bless this day | | | | | | | |
379 | O for a heart to praise and pray | | | | | | | |
380 | On this sweet morn my Lord arose | | | | | | | |
381 | When on the third auspicious day | | | | | | | |
382 | What joy possessed my heart | | | | | | | |
383 | Frequent the [this] day of [O] God returns | | | | | | | |
384 | Thine earthly Sabbath [Sabbaths], Lord we love | | | | | | | |
385 | Thy daily mercies, O my God | | | | | | | |
386 | See how rude winter's icy hand | | | | | | | |
387 | At length the wished for spring has come | | | | | | | |
388 | The summer harvest spreads the field | | | | | | | |
389 | The flowery spring at God's command | | | | | | | |
390 | Blest be the Eternal Infinite | | | | | | | |
391 | Lo another year has gone | | | | | | | |
392 | Now, gracious Lord, thine [thy] arm reveal | | | | | | | |
393 | Thee we adore, eternal name, And humbly | | | | | | | |
394 | My days, my [and] weeks, my [and] months, my [and] years | | | | | | | |
395 | Time swiftly is flying | | | | | | | |