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d1 | A fountain in Jesus, which runs always [always runs] free | | | | | | | |
d2 | A good High-Priest is [has] come | | | | | | | |
d3 | A sinner, Lord, condemned to die | | | | | | | |
d4 | Ah lovely appearance of death | | | | | | | |
d5 | Ah me I've lost my liberty | | | | | | | |
d6 | Alas, and did my Savior bleed? And did my Sovereign die? | | | | | | | |
d7 | All hail, all hail, methinks I hear | | | | | | | |
d8 | All hail, incarnate God, the wondrous things foretold | | | | | | | |
d9 | All hail the great Immanuel's name | | | | | | | |
d10 | All hail the power of Jesus' name, Let angels prostrate fall | | | | | | | |
d11 | Almighty love inspire My heart [soul] with sacred fire [pure desire] | | | | | | | |
d12 | Am I a soldier of the cross | | | | | | | |
d13 | Am I indeed born from above | | | | | | | |
d14 | Amazing sight, the Savior stands | | | | | | | |
d15 | And let this feeble body fail | | | | | | | |
d16 | Angel [Angels], roll the rock [stone] away | | | | | | | |
d17 | As on the cross the Savior hung | | | | | | | |
d18 | Ashamed of Christ, my soul disdains | | | | | | | |
d19 | Assist my soul, my heavenly King | | | | | | | |
d20 | At anchor laid, remote from home | | | | | | | |
d21 | Attend, my soul, and trembling hear | | | | | | | |
d22 | Attend, ye children of your [our] God | | | | | | | |
d23 | Attend, ye saints, and hear me tell | | | | | | | |
d24 | Awake, and sing the song of Moses and the Lamb | | | | | | | |
d25 | Awake, unfeeling souls, awake | | | | | | | |
d26 | Backsliders, who your misery feel | | | | | | | |
d27 | Begone, unbelief, [for] my [our] Savior is near | | | | | | | |
d28 | Behold a lovely vine, Here in this desert | | | | | | | |
d29 | Behold what wondrous grace | | | | | | | |
d30 | Blest be my God that I was born | | | | | | | |
d31 | Blow ye [you] the trumpet, blow | | | | | | | |
d32 | Bold wretch indeed, that dares presume | | | | | | | |
d33 | Brethren I bid you all farewell | | | | | | | |
d34 | Brethren, sing, tis right you should | | | | | | | |
d35 | Broad is the road [stream] that leads to death [wrath] | | | | | | | |
d36 | By the poor widow's oil and meal | | | | | | | |
d37 | By whom was David taught | | | | | | | |
d38 | Children of the heavenly king as we journey | | | | | | | |
d39 | Christ is set on Zion's hill | | | | | | | |
d40 | Clap your hands, ye people all | | | | | | | |
d41 | Come all who are New-lights indeed | | | | | | | |
d42 | Come all who spend your youthful days | | | | | | | |
d43 | Come, all ye dear souls that [who] are of Adam's loins [line] | | | | | | | |
d44 | Come, all ye mourning pilgrims | | | | | | | |
d45 | Come, all ye poor sinners that [who] from Adam came | | | | | | | |
d46 | Come all ye saints and sinners near [now], Come listen a | | | | | | | |
d47 | Come all ye weary travellers | | | | | | | |
d48 | Come, all ye [you] wandering [mourning] [Christian], pilgrims dear | | | | | | | |
d49 | Come and taste along with me, consolation and running free | | | | | | | |
d50 | Come brethren and sisters, that [who] love my [our] dear Lord | | | | | | | |
d51 | Come dearest Lord, descend and dwell | | | | | | | |
d52 | Come friends and relations let us [come] join heart and hand | | | | | | | |
d53 | Come, my soul, and let us try, For a little season | | | | | | | |
d54 | Come, O my doubting soul, attend | | | | | | | |
d55 | Come on, my fellow pilgrims, come | | | | | | | |
d56 | Come, think on death and judgment | | | | | | | |
d57 | Come thou fount of every blessing | | | | | | | |
d58 | Come, thou soul transforming Spirit | | | | | | | |
d59 | Come, trembling soul [souls] [ones], forget your fear [fears] | | | | | | | |
d60 | Come, welcome this new year of grace | | | | | | | |
d61 | Come ye [you] sinners, poor and wretched [needy], Weak and wounded | | | | | | | |
d62 | Come, ye [you] [we] that [who] love the Lord [Christ], And let your [our] joys | | | | | | | |
d63 | Dear Savior, we rejoice to hear poor [when] sinners sweetly [humbly] tell | | | | | | | |
d64 | Dismiss us with Thy blessing, Lord, Help | | | | | | | |
d65 | Early, my God, without delay | | | | | | | |
d66 | Earth has engrossed my love too long | | | | | | | |
d67 | Election, what a glorious plan | | | | | | | |
d68 | Encouraged by thy word | | | | | | | |
d69 | Eternal Spirit, we confess | | | | | | | |
d70 | Fain, O my babe [child], I'd have thee know | | | | | | | |
d71 | Farewell, my brethren, all farewell | | | | | | | |
d72 | Farewell, my [dear] brethren in the Lord | | | | | | | |
d73 | Farewell, vain world, I bid adieu | | | | | | | |
d74 | Father divine, thy piercing eye | | | | | | | |
d75 | For a season called to part | | | | | | | |
d76 | Forever blessed be the Lord, my Savior | | | | | | | |
d77 | Frail, on the verge of life we stand | | | | | | | |
d78 | From all that's mortal, all that's vain | | | | | | | |
d79 | From Indian plains, on Albion's shore | | | | | | | |
d80 | Gainst thee, thou holy, just and wise | | | | | | | |
d81 | God moves in a mysterious way | | | | | | | |
d82 | Hail, happy pilgrims, whence came ye | | | | | | | |
d83 | Hail, thou once despised Jesus | | | | | | | |
d84 | Hail, wondrous love, that first began | | | | | | | |
d85 | Happy the heart where graces reign | | | | | | | |
d86 | Hark, the voice of love and mercy | | | | | | | |
d87 | Hasten, O Lord, the latter day | | | | | | | |
d88 | He comes, he comes, to judge the world | | | | | | | |
d89 | Hear, O ye starving worldlings, hear | | | | | | | |
d90 | Here in the presence of our God | | | | | | | |
d91 | Here we've no continuing city | | | | | | | |
d92 | Ho, pilgrims, if ye pilgrims be | | | | | | | |
d93 | Honor and happiness unite To make the Christian's name | | | | | | | |
d94 | How daring is the wretch profane | | | | | | | |
d95 | How firm a foundation, ye [you] saints of the Lord | | | | | | | |
d96 | How great, how solemn is the work | | | | | | | |
d97 | How great, how terrible that God | | | | | | | |
d98 | How happy are they, Who the [their] Savior [Jesus] obey | | | | | | | |
d99 | How lost was [is] my [our] condition | | | | | | | |
d100 | How sweet the name of Jesus sounds | | | | | | | |