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101 | Clap your hands ye people all | | | | | | | |
102 | Come, friends and relations, let's join heart and hand | | | | | | | |
103 | Join all who love the Saviour's name | | | | | | | |
104 | Beside the gospel pool | | | | | | | |
105 | Almighty love inspire, my heart with sacred fire | | | | | | | |
106 | Come, all who are New-lights indeed | | | | | | | |
107 | Jesus, thou hast dy'd for sinners | | | | | | | |
108 | O raise your voices high | | | | | | | |
109 | O Shepherd of Israel, draw near | | | | | | | |
110 | I long to see the seasons come | | | | | | | |
111 | Bless God, ye servants that attend | | | | | | | |
112 | How happy every child of grace | | | | | | | |
113 | The Savior meets his flock today | | | | | | | |
114 | Now begin the heavenly theme | | | | | | | |
115 | Ye Saints of God come here me tell | | | | | | | |
116 | Come brethren, and rejoice with me | | | | | | | |
117 | Although despis'd by men | | | | | | | |
118 | Brethren, sing: 'tis right you should | | | | | | | |
119 | Hail, heavenly love, that first began | | | | | | | |
120 | The tree of life my soul hath seen | | | | | | | |
121 | Come, brethren, and sisters that love my dear Lord | | | | | | | |
122 | Attend, ye saints, and hear me tell | | | | | | | |
123 | Come all ye weary trav'llers | | | | | | | |
124 | Come, all ye dear souls | | | | | | | |
125 | I'm glad I ever saw the day | | | | | | | |
126 | Awake, O guilty world awake | | | | | | | |
127 | Hosannah to Jesus, I am fill'd with his praises | | | | | | | |
128 | Lift up your hearts, Emmanuel's friends | | | | | | | |
129 | Don't you see my Jesus coming | | | | | | | |
130 | Wand'ring pilgrims, mourning christians | | | | | | | |
131 | I have a place in paradise | | | | | | | |
132 | Rejoice my friends, the Lord is King | | | | | | | |
133 | A few more days of pain and woe | | | | | | | |
134 | My brethren all, on you I call | | | | | | | |
135 | Now in a song of grateful praise | | | | | | | |
136 | O Thou, in whose presence my soul takes delight | | | | | | | |
137 | O may I worthy prove to see | | | | | | | |
138 | Well, brethren, we are met today | | | | | | | |
139 | Come and taste along with me | | | | | | | |
140 | I love thee, Lord; but ah! How small | | | | | | | |
141 | See what a living stone | | | | | | | |
142 | With joy we mediate the grace | | | | | | | |
143 | Jesus, my All, to heav'n is gone | | | | | | | |
144 | O what shall I do my Saviour to praise! | | | | | | | |
145 | Vain delusive world adieu | | | | | | | |
146 | The gospel brings tidings to each wounded soul | | | | | | | |
147 | O God whose favourable eye | | | | | | | |
148 | As when the weary traveller gains | | | | | | | |
149 | Know then that every soul is free | | | | | | | |
150 | Oppress'd with unbelief and sin | | | | | | | |
151 | Professed followers of the Lamb | | | | | | | |
152 | I'm not ashamed to own my Lord | | | | | | | |
153 | Come, O my doubting soul attend | | | | | | | |
154 | Am I indeed born from above? | | | | | | | |
155 | Hear what the hope of Israel saith | | | | | | | |
156 | Amazing grace! how sweet the sound | | | | | | | |
157 | Behold a lovely vine | | | | | | | |
158 | 'Tis my happiness below | | | | | | | |
159 | Ye slaves of sin, redeem'd by blood | | | | | | | |
160 | O who is like the Lord our God! | | | | | | | |
161 | When Israel's tribes were parch'd with thirst | | | | | | | |
162 | The cross of Jesus was, and is | | | | | | | |
163 | Ye little flock, whom Jesus feeds | | | | | | | |
164 | How do thy mercies close me round! | | | | | | | |
165 | Commit thou all thy griefs | | | | | | | |
166 | Give to the winds thy fears | | | | | | | |
167 | God of my life, whose gracious pow'r | | | | | | | |
168 | Tho' troubles assail and dangers affright | | | | | | | |
169 | God moves in a mysterious way | | | | | | | |
170 | Away, my unbelieving fear! | | | | | | | |
171 | Still for thy loving kindness Lord | | | | | | | |
172 | Peace, troubled soul, thou need'st not fear | | | | | | | |
173 | Come on my partners in distress | | | | | | | |
174 | Jesus, great Shepherd of the sheep | | | | | | | |
175 | Thou Lamb of God, thou Prince of peace | | | | | | | |
176 | Jesus, the weary wand'rer's rest | | | | | | | |
177 | From Egypt, lately freed | | | | | | | |
178 | Ye soldiers of Jesus, pray stand to your arms | | | | | | | |
179 | Through crowds of opposition | | | | | | | |
180 | Ye weary heavy laden'd souls | | | | | | | |
181 | Soldiers of Christ, arise | | | | | | | |
182 | Dress uniform the soldier's wear | | | | | | | |
183 | Indissolubly join'd | | | | | | | |
184 | Hark! how the watchmen cry | | | | | | | |
185 | Am I a soldier of the cross | | | | | | | |
186 | When I can read my title clear | | | | | | | |
187 | A soldier, Lord, thou hast me made | | | | | | | |
188 | Brother soldier, still fight on | | | | | | | |
189 | My captain sounds th'alarm of war | | | | | | | |
190 | Gird thy loins up, Christian soldier | | | | | | | |
191 | By whom was David taught | | | | | | | |
192 | A soldier of the cross am I | | | | | | | |
193 | 'Twas on that dark, that doleful night | | | | | | | |
194 | How condescending and how kind | | | | | | | |
195 | Throughout our Saviour's life we trace | | | | | | | |
196 | Let us join with angels to publish abroad | | | | | | | |
197 | A fountain in Jesus which runs always free! | | | | | | | |
198 | What object's this that meets my eyes | | | | | | | |
199 | And why, dear Saviour, tell me why | | | | | | | |
200 | Behold the Savior of mankind | | | | | | | |