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101 | Oh, could I speak the matchless worth | | | | | |  | |
102 | How sweet the name of Jesus sounds | | | | | |  | |
103 | There is a fountain filled with blood | | | | | |  | |
104 | I think when I read that sweet story of old | | | | | |  | |
105 | Christ is merciful and mild | | | | | |  | |
106 | One there is above all others | | | | | |  | |
107 | Jesus, the very thought of thee | | | | | |  | |
108 | See Israel’s gentle Shepherd stand | | | | | |  | |
109 | When, his salvation bringing | | | | | |  | |
110 | God has said, Forever blessed | | | | | |  | |
111 | 'Twas Jesus, my Saviour, who died on the tree | | | | | |  | |
112 | Jesus is our loving Saviour | | | | | |  | |
113 | Ever near us, ever near us | | | | | |  | |
114 | Far from the fold of Jesus | | | | | |  | |
115 | Joy to the world, the Lord is come | | | | | |  | |
116 | Hail to the Lord's Anointed! | | | | | |  | |
117 | Oh, the sweet wonders of that cross | | | | | |  | |
118 | Come, every pious heart | | | | | |  | |
119 | Sweet the moments, rich in blessing | | | | | |  | |
120 | Grace! 'tis a charming sound | | | | | |  | |
121 | Jesus the water of life will give | | | | | |  | |
122 | I waited for the Lord, my God | | | | | |  | |
123 | Behld a stranger at the door! | | | | | |  | |
124 | Hark, my soul, it is the Lord | | | | | |  | |
125 | Plunged in a gulf of dark despair | | | | | |  | |
126 | I stood outside the gate | | | | | |  | |
127 | How sweet and awful is the place | | | | | |  | |
128 | Look, ye saints, the sight is glorious | | | | | |  | |
129 | Glad tidings! glad tidings! Oh, wonderful love! | | | | | |  | |
130 | Come, let us be joyful today | | | | | |  | |
131 | Safely through another week | | | | | |  | |
132 | Welcome, sweet day of rest | | | | | |  | |
133 | Thine earthly Sabbaths, Lord, we love | | | | | |  | |
134 | Ere another Sabbath's close | | | | | |  | |
135 | This is the day the Lord hath made | | | | | |  | |
136 | How sweet is the Sabbath to me | | | | | |  | |
137 | How sweet is the Sabbath, the morning of rest | | | | | |  | |
138 | When the worn spirit wants repose | | | | | |  | |
139 | Another six days' work is done | | | | | |  | |
140 | The light of Sabbath eve | | | | | |  | |
141 | Again we meet, O Lord | | | | | |  | |
142 | Jerusalem, my happy home | | | | | |  | |
143 | We have come rejoicing on this happy day | | | | | |  | |
144 | Now the Sabbath eve declining | | | | | |  | |
145 | Sweet Sabbath school! more dear to me | | | | | |  | |
146 | O day of rest and gladness | | | | | |  | |
147 | Sing them over again to me | | | | | |  | |
148 | Holy Bible, book divine | | | | | |  | |
149 | Father, bless thy word to all | | | | | |  | |
150 | The Bible! the Bible! more precious than gold | | | | | |  | |
151 | I am so glad that our Father in heaven | | | | | |  | |
152 | Tell me the old, old story | | | | | |  | |
153 | I love to tell the story | | | | | |  | |
154 | Father of mercies! in thy word | | | | | |  | |
155 | O Lord, thy perfect word | | | | | |  | |
156 | How happy is the youth who hears | | | | | |  | |
157 | The sun shines bright | | | | | |  | |
158 | From Greenland's icy mountains | | | | | |  | |
159 | Far out upon the prairie | | | | | |  | |
160 | Over the ocean wave, far, far away | | | | | |  | |
161 | Blow ye the trumpet, blow | | | | | |  | |
162 | Now be the gospel banner | | | | | |  | |
163 | Ascend thy throne, almighty King! | | | | | |  | |
164 | Jesus! thy church with longing eyes | | | | | |  | |
165 | Arm of the Lord! awake, awake | | | | | |  | |
166 | Behold, the mountain of the Lord | | | | | |  | |
167 | Jesus, immortal King! arise | | | | | |  | |
168 | The morning light is breaking | | | | | |  | |
169 | Shout the glad tidings, exultingly sing | | | | | |  | |
170 | On the mountain's top appearing | | | | | |  | |
171 | Ye Christian heralds, go, proclaim | | | | | |  | |
172 | Hasten, Lord! the glorious time | | | | | |  | |
173 | Hark! the song of Jubilee | | | | | |  | |
174 | When peace, like a river, attendeth my way | | | | | |  | |
175 | Asleep in Jesus! blessed sleep | | | | | |  | |
176 | Where we oft have met in gladness | | | | | |  | |
177 | As twilight shadows fall | | | | | |  | |
178 | How blest the righteous when they die | | | | | |  | |
179 | Time is winging us away | | | | | |  | |
180 | One sweetly solemn thought | | | | | |  | |
181 | Some are sowing their seed in the daylight fair | | | | | |  | |
182 | We are but young--yet we may sing | | | | | |  | |
183 | A few more years shall roll | | | | | |  | |
184 | When he cometh, when he cometh | | | | | |  | |
185 | Is it true that I must lie | | | | | |  | |
186 | When thou, my righteous Judge, shalt come | | | | | |  | |
187 | Only waiting till the shadows | | | | | |  | |
188 | Through the valley of the shadow I must go | | | | | |  | |
189 | In the silent midnight watches | | | | | |  | |
190 | Rescue the perishing, Care for the dying | | | | | |  | |
191 | Chide mildly the erring | | | | | |  | |
192 | Leagued with all the powers of darkness | | | | | |  | |
193 | Come happy children, let us sing | | | | | |  | |
194 | There is a drink that leads mankind | | | | | |  | |
195 | Come, friends of temperance, ere we part | | | | | |  | |
196 | From the mountain top and valley | | | | | |  | |
197 | Friends of temperance swell the song | | | | | |  | |
198 | There is a happy time, not far away | | | | | |  | |
199 | Great God, thy presence we implore | | | | | |  | |
200 | O! say, don't you see as in triumph it waves | | | | | |  | |