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1 | Watchman, tell me, does the morning | [Watchman, tell me, does the morning] | | | | | | |
2 | Sweet rivers of redeeming love | | | | | | | |
3 | How happy [happy's] every child of grace, who [that] feels [knows] his sins forgiven | | | | | | | |
4 | And let this feeble body fail | | | | | | | |
5 | Man the lifeboat, man the lifeboat | | | | | | | |
6 | And may I still get there | | | | | | | |
7 | Thou dear Redeemer, dying Lamb | | | | | | | |
8 | Must Jesus bear the [his] cross alone | | | | | | | |
9 | O Thou from whom all goodness flows | | | | | | | |
10 | Walk in the light, so shalt thou [and you shall] know | | | | | | | |
11 | My latest sun is sinking fast, My race is nearly run | | | | | | | |
12 | Out on an ocean all boundless we ride | | | | | | | |
13 | The day has come, the joyful day, At last the day has come | | | | | | | |
14 | Majestic sweetness sits enthroned upon the Savior's brow | | | | | | | |
15 | O for a closer walk with God | | | | | | | |
16 | O for a thousand tongues to sing my great [dear] Redeemer's praise | | | | | | | |
17 | My heavenly home is bright and fair nor pain nor death | | | | | | | |
18 | Awake my soul, stretch every nerve | | | | | | | |
19 | In the Christian's home in [of] glory | | | | | | | |
20 | Come thou fount of every blessing | | | | | | | |
21 | Behold, behold the Lamb of God, On the cross | | | | | | | |
22 | My hope, my all, my Savior, Thou to thee | | | | | | | |
23 | Praise God, from whom all blessings flow | | | | | | | |
24 | Sweet the moments, rich in blessing | | | | | | | |
25 | Tossed upon life's raging billow | | | | | | | |
26 | Vain are all terrestrial pleasures | | | | | | | |
27 | Come, Thou long expected Jesus [Savior], Born to set thy people free | | | | | | | |
28 | Take up thy cross, the Savior said, If thou wouldst my disciple be | | | | | | | |
29 | There is a fountain filled with blood, drawn from Immanuel's vein [veins] | | | | | | | |
30 | Salvation, O the joyful sound | | | | | | | |
31 | There is a place where my hope is [hopes are] stayed [staid] | | | | | | | |
32 | The hill of Zion yields a thousand sacred sweets | | | | | | | |
33 | Come, ye [you] [we] that [who] love the Lord [Christ], And let your [our] joys | | | | | | | |
34 | Glorious things of thee are spoken | | | | | | | |
35 | Come sound his praise [name] abroad, And hymns | | | | | | | |
36 | Come, thou everlasting Spirit | | | | | | | |
37 | Jesus spreads his banner o'er us | | | | | | | |
38 | Depth of mercy, can there be, Mercy still reserved for me? | | | | | | | |
39 | Am I a soldier of the cross | | | | | | | |
40 | Walk in the light! so shalt thou know | | | | | | | |
41 | Whither, pilgrims, are you [ye] going | [Whither, pilgrims, are you going] | | | | | | |
42 | The world is overcome by the blood of the Lamb | | | | | | | |
43 | We're bound for the land of the pure and the holy | | | | | | | |
44 | O turn ye [you], O turn ye [you], for why will ye [you] die | | | | | | | |
45 | Just as I am, without one plea | | | | | | | |
46 | Today the Savior calls, ye wanderers come | | | | | | | |
47 | Just as thou art, without one trace Of love or joy | | | | | | | |
48 | Watchman, tell us of the night | | | | | | | |
49 | Jesus, Lover [Savior] of my soul, Let me to thy bosom [refuge] fly | | | | | | | |
50 | From Greenland's icy mountains | | | | | | | |
51 | No night shall be in heaven, no gathering gloom | | | | | | | |
52 | Now the Savior stands [standeth] [standing] a-pleading [and pleading] | | | | | | | |
53 | I love thee, I love thee, I love thee my Love [Lord] | | | | | | | |
54 | O how divine how sweet the joy | | | | | | | |
55 | Why should the children of a King | | | | | | | |
56 | The night is stealing on, mother | | | | | | | |
57 | I love thy kingdom, Lord | | | | | | | |
58 | Afflictions, though they seem severe | | | | | | | |
59 | Mercy, O thou Son of David | | | | | | | |
60 | Sister, thou wast [wert] mild and lovely | | | | | | | |
61 | O sing to me of heaven When I am called to die | | | | | | | |
62 | Grace, 'tis a charming [cheering] [joyful] [pleasing] sound | | | | | | | |
63 | From the cross uplifted high | | | | | | | |
64 | Once I thought my mountain strong | | | | | | | |
65 | I heard the voice of Jesus say, come unto me and rest | | | | | | | |
66 | Jesus, great Shepherd of the [thy] sheep | | | | | | | |
67 | O how happy are they | | | | | | | |
68 | Whither goest thou, pilgrim stranger | | | | | | | |
69 | Happy the spirit released from its clay | | | | | | | |
70 | From every stormy wind [sense] that blows | | | | | | | |
71 | Jesus, in whom the Godhead's rays | | | | | | | |
72 | All hail the power of Jesus' name, Let angels prostrate fall | CORONATION | | | | | | |
73 | A home in heaven, what a joyful thought | | | | | | | |
74 | Father, I dare believe Thee, merciful and true | | | | | | | |
75 | My days are gliding swiftly by | | | | | | | |
76 | Hasten, sinner, to be wise! | | | | | | | |
77 | Lord, we come before thee now | | | | | | | |
78 | A beautiful land by faith I see | | | | | | | |
79 | This world's not all a fleeting show | | | | | | | |
80 | I would not live alway [always], I ask not to stay | | | | | | | |
81 | I love to steal awhile away | | | | | | | |
82 | Father of mercies, in thy [your] word | | | | | | | |
83 | I'm a pilgrim and I'm a stranger, I can tarry | | | | | | | |
84 | I see, I see, O rapturous sight | | | | | | | |
85 | By cool Siloam's shady rill | | | | | | | |
86 | Why should our tears in sorrow flow | | | | | | | |
87 | O, for a faith that will not shrink | | | | | | | |
88 | O thou who diest the mourner's tear | | | | | | | |
89 | We are out on the ocean sailing | | | | | | | |
90 | The Lord Jehovah reigns, His throne is built on high | | | | | | | |
91 | Joyfully, joyfully, onward I [we] move | | | | | | | |
92 | Come, let us join our cheerful songs With angels round the throne | | | | | | | |
93 | O for a glance of heavenly day | | | | | | | |
94 | Jesus, the sinner's friend, to thee | | | | | | | |
95 | Savior, like a shepherd lead us | | | | | | | |
96 | Come sinners to the gospel feast | | | | | | | |
97 | Ho, everyone that thirsts, draw nigh | | | | | | | |
98 | Awake, my soul! stretch every nerve | | | | | | | |
99 | O for a closer walk with God | | | | | | | |
100 | Mary to her [the] Savior's tomb | | | | | | | |