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101 | Fade, fade, each earthly joy | | | | | | | |
102 | Must Jesus bear the [his] cross alone | | | | | | | |
103 | Sweet is the work, my [O] [our] God, [and] [my] [our] King | | | | | | | |
104 | Show pity, Lord! O Lord, forgive! | | | | | | | |
105 | Let me go where saints are going | | | | | | | |
106 | The chariot, the chariot, its wheels roll [in] fire | | | | | | | |
107 | Though in the outward, earthly church below | | | | | | | |
108 | Dark was the hour, Gethsemane | | | | | | | |
109 | Let worldly minds the world pursue | | | | | | | |
110 | I thirst, thou wounded Lamb of God | | | | | | | |
111 | Jesus, thou art the living way | | | | | | | |
112 | O happy day that fixed [seals] [stays] my choice | | | | | | | |
113 | Come all who would to glory go | | | | | | | |
114 | I'll praise him while he lends [gives] me breath | | | | | | | |
115 | Soldiers of Christ, arise, and put [gird] your armor | | | | | | | |
116 | Come, ye [you] [we] that [who] love the Lord [Christ], And let your [our] joys | | | | | | | |
117 | I love thy kingdom, Lord | | | | | | | |
118 | And are we yet alive | | | | | | | |
119 | Let party names no more | | | | | | | |
120 | We are out on the ocean sailing | | | | | | | |
121 | Glory to God that I have found | | | | | | | |
122 | There's a beautiful home for thee, mother | | | | | | | |
123 | Love divine, all loves [love] excelling | | | | | | | |
124 | Savior, visit Thy [our] plantation, grant us Lord, a gracious rain | | | | | | | |
125 | Jesus, I my cross have taken, all to leave | | | | | | | |
126 | I shall know thee in the morning | | | | | | | |
127 | Come, my brethren, let us try | | | | | | | |
128 | Drooping souls no longer grieve | | | | | | | |
129 | There is a beautiful world Where saints and angels sing | | | | | | | |
130 | Lord, in the strength of grace | | | | | | | |
131 | Traveler, whither art thou going | | | | | | | |
132 | Joyfully, joyfully, onward I [we] move | | | | | | | |
133 | When I can read my title clear | | | | | | | |
134 | There is a fountain fill'd with blood | | | | | | | |
135 | Lord, I believe a rest remains | | | | | | | |
136 | Nearer, my God, to thee, nearer to thee | | | | | | | |
137 | I'm on my way to Canaan, I [I'll] bid this world farewell | | | | | | | |
138 | I left my heavenly Father | | | | | | | |
139 | We're journeying home to heaven | | | | | | | |
140 | There is a land of pure delight, Where saints immortal reign | | | | | | | |
141 | O 'tis delight, without alloy | | | | | | | |
142 | Come to Jesus, come to Jesus, Come to Jesus just now | | | | | | | |
143 | The young, the loved, the beautiful | | | | | | | |
144 | Guide me, O thou great Jehovah | | | | | | | |
145 | Come thou fount of every blessing | | | | | | | |
146 | O thou God of my salvation | | | | | | | |
147 | The Lord is merciful, the Lord is pitiful | | | | | | | |
148 | Sinner [sinners], we are sent to bid you | | | | | | | |
149 | Now the Savior stands [standeth] [standing] a-pleading [and pleading] | | | | | | | |
150 | Come ye [you] sinners, poor and wretched [needy], Weak and wounded | | | | | | | |
151 | Come, ye sinners, poor and needy | | | | | | | |
152 | Mercy, O thou Son of David | | | | | | | |
153 | Come thou Fount of ev'ry blessing | | | | | | | |
154 | Come, ye sinners, poor and needy | | | | | | | |
155 | Sinner [sinners] go [come], will you go | | | | | | | |
156 | Parents and children there will [may] part | | | | | | | |
157 | Sweet hour of prayer, sweet hour of prayer | | | | | | | |
158 | Drooping souls no longer grieve, Heaven | | | | | | | |
159 | How happy is the pilgrim's lot | | | | | | | |
160 | My days, my [and] weeks, my [and] months, my [and] years | | | | | | | |
161 | O glorious hope of perfect [heavenly] love | | | | | | | |
162 | And am I only born to die | | | | | | | |
163 | Except the Lord conduct the plan | | | | | | | |
164 | The Lord into his garden comes | | | | | | | |
165 | Lo on a narrow neck of land | | | | | | | |
166 | Come on, my partners in distress | | | | | | | |
167 | Be it my only wisdom here | | | | | | | |
168 | In that beautiful home over there, by the side | | | | | | | |
169 | My latest sun is sinking fast, My race is nearly run | | | | | | | |
170 | O think of the home over there, By the side of the river | | | | | | | |
171 | There's a light in the window for thee, brother | | | | | | | |
172 | O good old way, how sweet [blest] thou art | | | | | | | |
173 | Say, brother [brothers], will you meet me [us] | | | | | | | |
174 | Ye soldiers of the cross, arise | | | | | | | |
175 | Now I know what makes me happy | | | | | | | |
176 | There is a place I love to go, Sunday school | | | | | | | |
177 | Sinner [sinners], the voice of God regard | | | | | | | |
178 | And must I be to judgment brought | | | | | | | |
179 | Vain man [men], thy [your] fond pursuits forbear | | | | | | | |
180 | How vain are all things here below | | | | | | | |
181 | When pity prompts me to look round [around] [down] upon my [this] fellow clay | | | | | | | |
182 | When strangers stand and hear me tell | | | | | | | |
183 | O for that flame of living fire | | | | | | | |
184 | Be present at our table, Lord | | | | | | | |
185 | We thank thee, Lord, for this our food | | | | | | | |
186 | Go open wide the door, mother | | | | | | | |
187 | My heavenly home is bright and fair we'll be gathered home | | | | | | | |
188 | Just as I am, without one plea | | | | | | | |
189 | Lord, I am thine, entirely thine, Purchased and saved by blood divine | | | | | | | |
190 | Mother, I'm dying now; There's a deep suffocation in my br | | | | | | | |
191 | Come and let us sweetly join | | | | | | | |
192 | Come, my soul, thy suit prepare | | | | | | | |
193 | Come sinners to the gospel feast | | | | | | | |
194 | From every stormy wind [sense] that blows | | | | | | | |
195 | Hail, sovereign love, that first began | | | | | | | |
196 | Come, sinners, to the gospel feast | | | | | | | |
197 | The voice of free grace cries escape | | | | | | | |
198 | Thou art gone to the grave but we will not deplore thee | | | | | | | |
199 | Light is dawning, pilgrim O'er thy lonely | | | | | | | |
200 | O sing to me of heaven When I am called to die | | | | | | | |