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9 | I shine in the light of God | | | | | | | |
11 | O Holy Spirit! now descend on me | | | | | | | |
13 | I have a treasure which I prize | | | | | | | |
15 | O Lord, in me Thy mighty power exert | | | | | | | |
16 | Soul, arise! Night's shades descending | | | | | | | |
19 | I have been at the altar and witness'd the Lamb | | | | | | | |
21 | Thy way—not mine, O Lord | | | | | | | |
22 | Lead, Saviour, lead; amid the encircling gloom | | | | | | | |
23 | I've found the Pearl of greatest price | | | | | | | |
25 | The Master has come over Jordan | | | | | | | |
27 | Is thy cruse of comfort wasting? | | | | | | | |
29 | Faith is a very simple thing | | | | | | | |
31 | Still in loving, still in loving, more than being loved, is joy | | | | | | | |
33 | 'Himself hath done it all,'—O how those words | | | | | | | |
35 | Hast thou within a care so deep | | | | | | | |
36 | Oh, how can you live without Jesus, my friend | | | | | | | |
39 | Heir of glory, art thou weeping? | | | | | | | |
41 | I am seeking a country—the Home of the blest | | | | | | | |
44 | Give thanks in everything! | | | | | | | |
46 | I thank Thee for the trials, Lord | | | | | | | |
48 | Speak gently, it is better far | | | | | | | |
50 | We would see Jesus—for the shadows lengthen | | | | | | | |
52 | O Christ, what burdens bow'd Thy head! | | | | | | | |
54 | Just as thou art—without one trace | | | | | | | |
55 | Just as I am—without one plea | | | | | | | |
56 | Just as Thou wilt—Lord, be it done | | | | | | | |
58 | Let nothing keep you back from Christ | | | | | | | |
60 | O eyes that are weary, and hearts that are sore | | | | | | | |
62 | Dread not the cup of sorrow | | | | | | | |
65 | Bride of My Love! Ere from the Cross uplifted | | | | | | | |
68 | Lead me, my Father—lead Thy child | | | | | | | |
70 | Musing of all my Father's love | | | | | | | |
72 | Father, I know that all my life | | | | | | | |
74 | What Thou hast done, my God, for me | | | | | | | |
76 | Nearer, my God, to Thee | | | | | | | |
78 | One sweetly solemn thought | | | | | | | |
79 | My weary spirit is oppress'd | | | | | | | |
81 | One by one the sands are flowing | | | | | | | |
83 | Jesus, my Lord, to Thee I cry | | | | | | | |
85 | A mind at 'perfect peace' with God | | | | | | | |
86 | From the far-off fields of earthly toil | | | | | | | |
89 | There is a Fountain filled with blood | | | | | | | |
90 | Hark, my soul! it is the Lord | | | | | | | |
91 | My Saviour, Thou hast offer'd rest | | | | | | | |
93 | Oh! yes, in all Thy dealings, Father | | | | | | | |
95 | What then? Why then another pilgrim song | | | | | | | |
97 | Rock of Ages, cleft for me | | | | | | | |
98 | A debtor to Mercy alone | | | | | | | |
99 | 'Tis Love which hath our way prepared | | | | | | | |
100 | To walk with God, O fellowship divine! | | | | | | | |
102 | How sweet the Name of Jesus sounds | | | | | | | |
103 | I lay my sins on Jesus | | | | | | | |
105 | I need Thee, precious Jesus, for I am full of sin | | | | | | | |
107 | Father, I ask for heavenly light | | | | | | | |
109 | I heard the voice of Jesus say | | | | | | | |
110 | Cling to the Crucified | | | | | | | |
111 | 'In no wise cast thee out'—the words are spoken | | | | | | | |
113 | I once was a stranger to grace and to God | | | | | | | |
115 | How oft we pray for holiness | | | | | | | |
118 | 'Abide in Me!'—Most loving counsel this | | | | | | | |
121 | There is life in a Look at the Crucified One | | | | | | | |
123 | Child of God! believe His promise | | | | | | | |
125 | Father, I bring this worthless child to Thee | | | | | | | |
127 | Jesus, my Lord, I've told to Thee | | | | | | | |
129 | My Father, can I learn so hard a task? | | | | | | | |
131 | And dost thou seem forsaken | | | | | | | |
133 | Nothing, either great or small | | | | | | | |
134 | I've tried in vain a thousand ways | | | | | | | |
135 | There is a name I love to hear | | | | | | | |
137 | I have been to a land, a Border Land | | | | | | | |
140 | Come, thou weary sinner | | | | | | | |
142 | Wearied and worn with earthly cares | | | | | | | |
146 | Saviour, whose crown'd humanity | | | | | | | |
148 | Beneath the Cross of Jesus | | | | | | | |
150 | Abide with me! fast falls the even-tide | | | | | | | |
152 | Look unto Me, and be ye saved | | | | | | | |
154 | We wept—'twas Nature wept—but Faith | | | | | | | |
156 | 'We would see Jesus'—all is gloom around us | | | | | | | |
158 | I was wandering and weary | | | | | | | |
160 | I will bless Thee—for seasons of gladness | | | | | | | |
162 | Nothing between, Lord, nothing between | | | | | | | |
164 | My hope is built on nothing less | | | | | | | |
165 | It may be in the evening | | | | | | | |
170 | My day is dippin' in the West, 'tis gloamin' wi' me noo | | | | | | | |
172 | Pilgrims on the road to glory | | | | | | | |
174 | I am far frae my hame, and I'm weary oftenwhiles | | | | | | | |
176 | He gave me back the bond | | | | | | | |
177 | We a' hae a something, be't great or be't sma' | | | | | | | |
178 | Forth into the darkness passing | | | | | | | |
180 | 'Midst changing scenes, and changing friends | | | | | | | |
182 | What book is that, whose page divine | | | | | | | |
185 | It was a time of sadness, and my heart | | | | | | | |
189 | Thousands, O Lord of hosts! to-day | | | | | | | |
191 | Oh! weep not for the blessed dead | | | | | | | |
194 | What think you of Christ? is the test | | | | | | | |
196 | Softly and gently these words were breathed | | | | | | | |
199 | Israel, in ancient days | | | | | | | |
201 | In evil long I took delight | | | | | | | |
203 | Christian, when thy way seems darkest | | | | | | | |
205 | Awake, my soul, and with the sun | | | | | | | |