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101 | Lord, I would come to thee | | | | | | | |
102 | Though we are simple, weak, and young | | | | | | | |
103 | There is a path that leads to God | | | | | | | |
104 | Almighty God, while earth and heav'n | | | | | | | |
105 | "Forbid them not to come!" | | | | | | | |
106 | O Jesus, delight of my soul | | | | | | | |
107 | Father, let thy light divine | | | | | | | |
108 | Before thy footstool kneeling | | | | | | | |
109 | How frail are these bodies of clay! | | | | | | | |
110 | Almighty God, I'm very ill | | | | | | | |
111 | The pity of the Lord | | | | | | | |
112 | 'Tis sweet to rest in lively hope | | | | | | | |
113 | I thank the Lord, who lives on high | | | | | | | |
114 | Rest upon thy Saviour's bosom | | | | | | | |
115 | So fades the lovely blooming flower | | | | | | | |
116 | Life is a span, a fleeting hour | | | | | | | |
117 | Alas! how changed that lovely flower | | | | | | | |
118 | Now, O Lord, to thee submitting | | | | | | | |
119 | Around that couch they sweetly bend | | | | | | | |
120 | Why lament the Christian dying? | | | | | | | |
121 | The relics of departed worth | | | | | | | |
122 | O thou that art the widow's God | | | | | | | |
123 | The widow and the fatherless | | | | | | | |
124 | My heavenly Father, I confess | | | | | | | |
125 | There is a calm for those who weep | | | | | | | |
126 | How still and peaceful is the grave | | | | | | | |
127 | Parting soul! the flood awaits thee | | | | | | | |
128 | Through sorrow's night, and danger's path | | | | | | | |
129 | In vain the fancy strives to paint | | | | | | | |
130 | How glorious is the land we seek | | | | | | | |
131 | God only is the creature's home | | | | | | | |
132 | O, cease, my wandering soul | | | | | | | |
133 | It is the Lord; my soul be still | | | | | | | |
134 | Jesus, while our hearts are bleeding | | | | | | | |
135 | Why weep for those, frail child of wo | | | | | | | |
136 | Hast thou lost a child most precious? | | | | | | | |
137 | O, ye mourners! cease to languish | | | | | | | |
138 | How tender is thy hand | | | | | | | |
139 | Sweet fruits afflictions bring | | | | | | | |
140 | Pilgrims in this vale of sorrow | | | | | | | |
141 | O Lord, I would delight in thee | | | | | | | |
142 | I bless thee, Lord, for sorrows sent | | | | | | | |
143 | Thy gracious presence, O my God! | | | | | | | |
144 | There is an hour of hallowed peace | | | | | | | |
145 | Father, whate'er of earthly bliss | | | | | | | |
146 | Oh, deem not they are blest alone | | | | | | | |
147 | Songs in the night full oft are given | | | | | | | |
148 | Prayer and praise together given | | | | | | | |
149 | In darkness and temptation | | | | | | | |
150 | Christian, would'st thou know the joy | | | | | | | |
151 | What is the thing of greatest price | | | | | | | |
152 | At length the opening spring has come | | | | | | | |
153 | Summer's mildest breeze is blowing | | | | | | | |
154 | The leaves, around me falling | | | | | | | |
155 | Time is winging us away | | | | | | | |
156 | O that I could forever dwell | | | | | | | |
157 | O thou whose tender mercy hears | | | | | | | |
158 | Come, my Redeemer, come | | | | | | | |
159 | Thy name, Almighty Lord | | | | | | | |
160 | God of tbe nations, bow thine ear | | | | | | | |
161 | Go, for the Master calls thee | | | | | | | |
162 | Ye children of a favored band | | | | | | | |
163 | My God, the spring of all my joys | | | | | | | |
164 | O what is earthly pleasure | | | | | | | |
165 | The Saviour bids thee watch and pray | | | | | | | |
166 | Must Jesus bear the cross alone | | | | | | | |
167 | No cross, no crown! 'tis ever thus | | | | | | | |
168 | My soul be on thy guard | | | | | | | |
169 | I heard the voice of Jesus say | | | | | | | |
170 | The natal day has come | | | | | | | |
171 | Swift as the winged arrow flies | | | | | | | |
172 | Look back, my soul, what hast thou done | | | | | | | |
173 | Jerusalem, my happy home! | | | | | | | |
174 | There is a land mine eye hath seen | | | | | | | |
175 | One family we dwell in him | | | | | | | |
176 | Abide with us, for day declines | | | | | | | |
177 | Know, my soul, thy full salvation | | | | | | | |
178 | My home is in heaven, my rest is not here | | | | | | | |
179 | To Jesus the crown of my hope | | | | | | | |
180 | Rejoice in the Lord | | | | | | | |
181 | Begin the high, celestial strain | | | | | | | |
182 | Begin, my soul, th' exalted lay | | | | | | | |
183 | 'Tis midnight--and on Olive's brow | | | | | | | |
184 | He knelt, the Savior knelt and prayed | | | | | | | |
185 | I saw One hanging on a tree | | | | | | | |
186 | Forget thyself, Christ bade thee come | | | | | | | |
187 | Rock of Ages, cleft for me | | | | | | | |
188 | Gently, Lord, O gently lead us | | | | | | | |
189 | Come, let us strike our harps afresh | | | | | | | |
190 | For a season call'd to part | | | | | | | |
191 | To thee, when call'd awhile to part | | | | | | | |
192 | Blest be the tie that binds | | | | | | | |
193 | Dear Saviour, when my thoughts recall | | | | | | | |
194 | Thou lovely source of true delight | | | | | | | |
195 | Who can sound the depths of love? | | | | | | | |
196 | Earth's shadowy years will soon be o'er | | | | | | | |
197 | Weep not for the saint that ascends | | | | | | | |
198 | My dear Redeemer, and my Lord! | | | | | | | |
199 | My faith looks up to thee | | | | | | | |
200 | Lord, dismiss us with thy blessing | | | | | | | |