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101 | Safely through another week | | | | | | | |
102 | How sweet is the Sabbath, the morning of rest | | | | | | | |
103 | This day belongs to God alone | | | | | | | |
104 | Lord, in the morning thou shalt hear | | | | | | | |
105 | Sweet is the work, my God, my King | | | | | | | |
106 | This is the day the Lord hath made | | | | | | | |
107 | May I throughout this day of thine | | | | | | | |
108 | Lord, how delightful 'tis to see | | | | | | | |
109 | We've pass'd a pleasant Sabbath day | | | | | | | |
110 | The light of Sabbath eve | | | | | | | |
111 | The Sabbath of the Lord | | | | | | | |
112 | Thine earthly Sabbaths, Lord, we love | | | | | | | |
113 | Blow ye the trumpet, blow | | | | | | | |
114 | Come sinners to the gospel feast | | | | | | | |
115 | Let every mortal ear attend | | | | | | | |
116 | Come, ye sinners, poor and needy | | | | | | | |
117 | Come! said Jesus' sacred voice | | | | | | | |
118 | The voice of free grace cries, "Escape to the mountain!' | | | | | | | |
119 | How lost was my condition | | | | | | | |
120 | Mercy, O thou Son of David! | | | | | | | |
121 | Come, humble sinner, in whose breast | | | | | | | |
122 | Sinner, come, mid thy gloom | | | | | | | |
123 | Sinners, turn, why will ye die? | | | | | | | |
124 | Behold a stranger at the door! | | | | | | | |
125 | Return, O wanderer, return! | | | | | | | |
126 | Come, ye disconsolate, where'er ye languish | | | | | | | |
127 | Sin has a thousand treacherous arts | | | | | | | |
128 | And will the Judge descend? | | | | | | | |
129 | Hasten, sinner, to be wise | | | | | | | |
130 | To-morrow, Lord, is thine | | | | | | | |
131 | Come, let us gladly sing | | | | | | | |
132 | Delay not, delay not, O sinner, draw near | | | | | | | |
133 | When the harvest is past, and the summer is o'er | | | | | | | |
134 | Say, sinner, hath a voice within | | | | | | | |
135 | O that I could repent | | | | | | | |
136 | Jesus, let thy pitying eye | | | | | | | |
137 | Show pity, Lord, O Lord, forgive | | | | | | | |
138 | Lord, we are vile, conceived in sin | | | | | | | |
139 | Saviour, when in dust to thee | | | | | | | |
140 | Fast flow my tears: the cause is great | | | | | | | |
141 | Among the deepest shades of night | | | | | | | |
142 | Almighty God, thy piercing eye | | | | | | | |
143 | Almighty Father! God of grace! | | | | | | | |
144 | If Jesus Christ was sent | | | | | | | |
145 | Shall I, amid a ghastly band | | | | | | | |
146 | May I resolve with all my heart | | | | | | | |
147 | I leave the world with willing feet | | | | | | | |
148 | Come, my fond, fluttering heart | | | | | | | |
149 | O that the Lord would guide my ways | | | | | | | |
150 | Come, my soul, thy suit prepare | | | | | | | |
151 | Hungry, and faint and poor | | | | | | | |
152 | Our Father in heaven, we hallow thy name | | | | | | | |
153 | When shall thy love constrain | | | | | | | |
154 | And can I yet delay | | | | | | | |
155 | Beside the gospel pool | | | | | | | |
156 | How sad our state by nature is! | | | | | | | |
157 | Father, I stretch my hands to thee | | | | | | | |
158 | Alas! and did my Saviour bleed? | | | | | | | |
159 | Jesus, lover of my soul | | | | | | | |
160 | Approach, my soul, the mercy-seat | | | | | | | |
161 | Jesus, my all, to heaven is gone | | | | | | | |
162 | Just as I am--without one plea | | | | | | | |
163 | My faith looks up to thee | | | | | | | |
164 | In evil long I took delight | | | | | | | |
165 | Father, I dare believe | | | | | | | |
166 | Father, I wait before thy throne | | | | | | | |
167 | O love divine, how sweet thou art! | | | | | | | |
168 | O for a closer walk with God | | | | | | | |
169 | Depth of mercy! can there be | | | | | | | |
170 | O for a thousand tongues to sing | | | | | | | |
171 | Of all the gifts thine hand bestows | | | | | | | |
172 | Hail, my ever-blessed Jesus! | | | | | | | |
173 | Arise, my soul, arise | | | | | | | |
174 | Behold! what wondrous grace | | | | | | | |
175 | How can a sinner know | | | | | | | |
176 | How happy are the new-born race | | | | | | | |
177 | Jesus, my truth, my way | | | | | | | |
178 | Vain, delusive world, adieu | | | | | | | |
179 | Hark, my soul,--it is the Lord! | | | | | | | |
180 | Do not I love thee, O my Lord? | | | | | | | |
181 | O thou God of my salvation | | | | | | | |
182 | Happy the heart where graces reign | | | | | | | |
183 | Come, thou Fount of every blessing | | | | | | | |
184 | Thou hidden Love of God, whose height | | | | | | | |
185 | Jesus! and shall it ever be | | | | | | | |
186 | Thou Shepherd of Israel and mine | | | | | | | |
187 | How tedious and tasteless the hours | | | | | | | |
188 | I thirst; but not as once I did | | | | | | | |
189 | Object of my first desire | | | | | | | |
190 | Let worldly minds the world pursue | | | | | | | |
191 | Happy the man that finds the grace | | | | | | | |
192 | How happy are they Who their Saviour obey | | | | | | | |
193 | My God, I am thine, What a comfort divine | | | | | | | |
194 | Come, ye that love the Lord | | | | | | | |
195 | My God, my life, my love! | | | | | | | |
196 | My God, the spring of all my joys | | | | | | | |
197 | My God, my portion, and my love | | | | | | | |
198 | O that my load of sin were gone! | | | | | | | |
199 | Lord, I believe a rest remains | | | | | | | |
200 | For ever here my rest shall be | | | | | | | |