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T38b | And canst thou, sinner, slight | | | | | | | |
T39a | O sing to me of heaven | | | | | | | |
T39b | Grace!--'tis a charming sound | | | | | | | |
T40a | Sow in the morn thy [the] seed, At eve | | | | | | | |
T40b | Mary to the Saviour's tomb | | | | | | | |
T41 | Safely through another week | | | | | | | |
T42a | Ask ye [me] what great thing I know | | | | | | | |
T42b | Lord, I persih: save, I cried | | | | | | | |
T44a | Am I called, and can it be | | | | | | | |
T44b | Children of the heav'nly King | | | | | | | |
T45 | Jesus, Savior, pilot me | | | | | | | |
T46a | Watchman, tell us of the night | | | | | | | |
T46b | Hallelujah, who shall part | | | | | | | |
T47a | Rock of Ages, cleft for me, Let me hide myself in Thee | | | | | | | |
T47b | Come to Jesus | | | | | | | |
T48a | Depth of mercy, can there be, Mercy still reserved for me? | | | | | | | |
T48b | Softly fades the twilight ray | | | | | | | |
T49 | From Greenland's icy mountains | | | | | | | |
T50a | The morning light is breaking; the darkness disappears | | | | | | | |
T50b | Oh, who'll stand up for Jesus | | | | | | | |
T51 | Come thou fount of every blessing | | | | | | | |
T52a | Hark, ten thousand harps and voices | | | | | | | |
T52b | Mine the cross and thine the glory | | | | | | | |
T54 | When we hear the music ringing in [through] the bright | | | | | | | |
T55 | My heavenly home is bright and fair nor pain nor death | | | | | | | |
T56 | I love to tell the story of unseen things above | | | | | | | |
T57 | I am coming to the cross, I am poor | | | | | | | |
T58 | I lay my sins on Jesus | | | | | | | |
T59 | Heavenly home, heavenly home, precious name | | | | | | | |
T60 | Fading, still fading, the last [vesper] beam is shining | | | | | | | |
T61 | We're traveling home to heaven above | | | | | | | |
T62a | Say, brother [brothers], will you meet me [us] | | | | | | | |
T62b | Give! give! cheerfully give | | | | | | | |
T64 | Only just across the river, over on the other side | | | | | | | |
T65 | Today the Savior calls, ye wanderers come | | | | | | | |
T66a | There is no name so sweet on earth | | | | | | | |
T66b | I am waiting by the river | | | | | | | |
T68a | Blow ye [you] the trumpet, blow | | | | | | | |
T68b | Welcome, delightful morn | | | | | | | |
T69 | We go the way that leads to God | | | | | | | |
T70a | I love the volume [volumes] of thy word | | | | | | | |
T70b | Come, thou long expected Jesus | | | | | | | |
T71 | Nothing but leaves the spirit grieves | | | | | | | |
T72 | O could I [we] speak the matchless worth | | | | | | | |
T73 | Amazing grace, how sweet the sound, That saved | | | | | | | |
T74 | Know each other, blessed comfort | | | | | | | |
T76 | Tell me the old, old story of unseen things above | | | | | | | |
T77 | Mercy, O thou Son of David | | | | | | | |
T78 | There is life for [in] a look at the Crucified One | | | | | | | |
T79 | The day is past and gone, the evening shades appear | | | | | | | |
T80a | Awaked by Sinai's awful sound | | | | | | | |
T80b | Can you stand for God, tho' you stand alone | | | | | | | |
T82a | Lord, I hear of show'rs of blessing | | | | | | | |
T82b | Zion stands with hills surrounded | | | | | | | |
T83 | Fade, fade, each earthly joy | | | | | | | |
T84a | When shall we meet again? | | | | | | | |
T84b | Burst,ye em'rald gates, and bring | | | | | | | |
T85 | O Thou the contrite sinner's friend | | | | | | | |
T86a | How tedious and tasteless the hours | | | | | | | |
T86b | From whence doth this union arise | | | | | | | |
T87 | Jesus, I come, I come tonight | | | | | | | |
T88 | The cross, the cross, the bloodstained cross | | | | | | | |
T89 | Pass me not, O gentle Savior | | | | | | | |
T90 | With the eyes of faith on the hill of the Lord | | | | | | | |
T91 | There is a time, we know not when | | | | | | | |
T92a | Farewell, farewell, to all below | | | | | | | |
T92b | Thy Church, O God, shall rest secure | | | | | | | |
T94a | Hark, the voice of love and mercy | | | | | | | |
T94b | My counrty, 'tis of thee | | | | | | | |
T95 | Nearer, my God, to thee, nearer to thee | | | | | | | |
T96a | It is not death to die | | | | | | | |
T96b | Sweet must it be to dwell secure | | | | | | | |
T98 | Come, let us anew our journey pursue | | | | | | | |
T99 | In the rifted rock I'm resting Sure and safe | | | | | | | |
T100a | Come ye [you] sinners, poor and wretched [needy], Weak and wounded | | | | | | | |
T100b | Weeping will not save me | | | | | | | |
T102a | Brothers, clasp hands, the brief moments are flying | | | | | | | |
T102b | I would not live alway; I ask not to stay | | | | | | | |
T103 | I'm a pilgrim and I'm a stranger, I can tarry | | | | | | | |
T104 | O happy day that fixed [seals] [stays] my choice | | | | | | | |
T105 | Awake, my soul, in [to] joyful [joyous] lays | | | | | | | |
T106a | Who shall sing if not the children | | | | | | | |
T106b | Come, let us sing of Jesus | | | | | | | |
T108 | We have come rejoicing on this happy day | | | | | | | |
T109 | 'Tis religion that can give sweetest pleasures | | | | | | | |
T110 | Why are we all so happy | | | | | | | |
T111 | Shout the tidings of salvation | | | | | | | |
T112 | Pleasant is the Sabbath bell | | | | | | | |
T113 | Jesus came, Jesus came, born a little child | | | | | | | |
T114 | Jesus loves me, this I know, For the Bible | | | | | | | |
T115 | Work, for the night is coming | | | | | | | |
T116 | O I love to think of Jesus as he sat beside the sea | | | | | | | |
T118a | To do to others as I would that they should do to me | | | | | | | |
T118b | We'll try to be like Jesus | | | | | | | |
T120 | I want to be like Jesus, So lowly and so meek | | | | | | | |
T121 | Nothing either great or small, nothing sinner | | | | | | | |
T122a | There is no name so sweet on earth | | | | | | | |
T122b | My soul complete in Jesus stands | | | | | | | |
T124a | Return, O wanderer, to thy home | | | | | | | |
T124b | Never be afraid to speak for Jesus | | | | | | | |