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101 | Lord didst thou die, but not for me | | | | | | | |
102 | O Lord my best desires fulfill | | | | | | | |
103 | When any turn from Zion's way | | | | | | | |
104 | Lord, and am I yet alive! | | | | | | | |
105 | Father at thy call I come | | | | | | | |
106 | Lord, whither shall I flee | | | | | | | |
107 | 'Tis a point I long to know | | | | | | | |
108 | Dismiss us with Thy blessing, Lord | | | | | | | |
109 | O for a sweet inspiring ray | | | | | | | |
110 | When converts first begin to sing | | | | | | | |
111 | Throughout the Saviour's life we trace | | | | | | | |
112 | In the Lord's word, left on record | | | | | | | |
113 | From whence doth this Union arise | | | | | | | |
114 | Jesus once for sinners slain | | | | | | | |
115 | When God on high shall magnify | | | | | | | |
116 | When we shall fly above the sky | | | | | | | |
117 | Now is the time, O lovely youth | | | | | | | |
118 | The man that views his guilt and sin | | | | | | | |
119 | Well met, dear friends, in Jesus' name | | | | | | | |
120 | Lord, when together here we meet | | | | | | | |
121 | Heavenly thoughts create my song | | | | | | | |
122 | Didst thou dear Jesus suffer shame | | | | | | | |
123 | Jesus, thy blessings are not few | | | | | | | |
124 | In vain men talk of living faith | | | | | | | |
125 | This wretched heart will still backslide | | | | | | | |
126 | With tears of anguish I lament | | | | | | | |
127 | Alas! it is a thorny road | | | | | | | |
128 | Arise and shine, O Zion fair | | | | | | | |
129 | Children of the heav'nly King | | | | | | | |
130 | Saviour visit thy plantation | | | | | | | |
131 | O now begin the heav'nly theme | | | | | | | |
132 | Ye that would after Jesus press | | | | | | | |
133 | Wand'ring Pilgrims, mourning Christians | | | | | | | |
134 | My soul doth magnify the Lord | | | | | | | |
135 | Attend, ye children of your God | | | | | | | |
136 | All hail! the power of Jesus' name | | | | | | | |
137 | I ask'd the Lord that I might grow | | | | | | | |
138 | Why should a living man complain | | | | | | | |
139 | The tables spread, my soul there spies | | | | | | | |
140 | We in this tabernacle mourn | | | | | | | |
141 | The Saviour meets his flock to-day | | | | | | | |
142 | I set myself against the Lord | | | | | | | |
143 | Innumerable foes Attack the child of God | | | | | | | |
144 | Jesus, my all, to heav'n is gone | | | | | | | |
145 | Away, my unbelieving fear | | | | | | | |
146 | Now the Saviour stands a pleading | | | | | | | |
147 | Alas! I've wander'd such a length | | | | | | | |
148 | Condemn'd at Pilate's bar | | | | | | | |
149 | I'd tell the wonders of my God | | | | | | | |
150 | Oh! what a narrow, narrow path | | | | | | | |
151 | Farewell, vain world, I must be gone | | | | | | | |
152 | Lord, hear a burden'd sinner mourn | | | | | | | |
153 | Awake my soul in joyful lays | | | | | | | |
154 | O for a glance of heavenly day | | | | | | | |
155 | Mercy, O thou Son of David! | | | | | | | |
156 | Approach, my soul, the mercy seat | | | | | | | |
157 | Precious Bible! what a treasure | | | | | | | |
158 | Hail, sov'reign love! that first began | | | | | | | |
159 | When pity prompts me to look around | | | | | | | |
160 | Jesus, at thy command | | | | | | | |
161 | Ye saints, attend the Saviour's voice | | | | | | | |
162 | Professed foll'wers of the Lamb | | | | | | | |
163 | I know that my Redeemer lives | | | | | | | |
164 | What various hindrances we meet | | | | | | | |
165 | Yonder--amazing sight! I see | | | | | | | |
166 | Blow ye the trumpet, blow | | | | | | | |
167 | Oh may I worthy prove to see | | | | | | | |
168 | Encourag'd by thy word | | | | | | | |
169 | O when shall I see Jesus | | | | | | | |
170 | When first my soul enlisted | | | | | | | |
171 | We've found the rock, the travellers | | | | | | | |
172 | Today Immanuel feeds his sheep | | | | | | | |
173 | I AM that I am | | | | | | | |
174 | Ye tempted souls reflect | | | | | | | |
175 | 'Tis my happiness below | | | | | | | |
176 | O what a cruel wretch am I | | | | | | | |
177 | Arise my dear love | | | | | | | |
178 | Sweet was the time when first I felt | | | | | | | |
179 | What poor despised company | | | | | | | |
180 | What a sinner, Lord, I be! | | | | | | | |
181 | The great tremendous day's approaching | | | | | | | |
182 | Oh! why this long and ling'ring pain | | | | | | | |
183 | Blessed be God for all | | | | | | | |
184 | My brethren all remember well | | | | | | | |
185 | Oh! happy soul how fast you go | | | | | | | |
186 | Sin is the fatal cause of woe | | | | | | | |
187 | Companions of thy little flock | | | | | | | |
188 | While I am blest with youthful bloom | | | | | | | |
189 | How sweet the name of Jesus sounds | | | | | | | |
190 | Mine ears delighted with the sound | | | | | | | |
191 | Blundering through this life I go | | | | | | | |
192 | Awake, and sing the song | | | | | | | |
193 | Though troubles assail and dangers affright | | | | | | | |
194 | The fields are all white, the harvest is near | | | | | | | |
195 | With hands uplifted to the skies | | | | | | | |
196 | What shall the dying sinner do | | | | | | | |
197 | When Abraham's servant to procure | | | | | | | |
198 | Oft as the bell with solemn toll | | | | | | | |
199 | O what a cruel wretch am I | | | | | | | |
200 | Lord, from thy throne of flowing grace | | | | | | | |