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1 | In sacred pages it is said | | | | | | | |
2 | Sin has undone the sons of men | | | | | | | |
3 | Sin has undone our wretched race | | | | | | | |
4 | Remember, Lord, our sinful race | | | | | | | |
5 | Rebellious man how hast thou fell | | | | | | | |
6 | How great the love of God must be | | | | | | | |
7 | Thanks be to God for what he's done | | | | | | | |
8 | Did Christ the great Messiah come | | | | | | | |
9 | Salvation, O the name of love | | | | | | | |
10 | Is this the day the Savior came | | | | | | | |
11 | The holy prophets said | | | | | | | |
12 | The angels bring the tidings down | | | | | | | |
13 | When from the lofty heights above | | | | | | | |
14 | Lord, what is man that thou should mind | | | | | | | |
15 | Go see the meek and lowly child | | | | | | | |
16 | Unto ye sons of men I call | | | | | | | |
17 | One day as I did pass along | | | | | | | |
18 | O what a mournful sight I see | | | | | | | |
19 | 'Twas you, my sins, that caused my Lord | | | | | | | |
20 | Did Jesus in the garden lie | | | | | | | |
21 | O hear the great Redeemer cry | | | | | | | |
22 | Behold the awful debt is paid | | | | | | | |
23 | Farewell, my earthly joy, farewell | | | | | | | |
24 | Look to the grave mine eyes and view | | | | | | | |
25 | Come see the humble Christian die | | | | | | | |
26 | An awful sight presents to view | | | | | | | |
27 | Is it the case that die I must | | | | | | | |
28 | Sweet Canaan's land when shall I see | | | | | | | |
29 | O death, where art thou in those days | | | | | | | |
30 | I'll bid all earthly things adieu | | | | | | | |
31 | It looks like my Redeemer's come | | | | | | | |
32 | Death strikes the blow and we are gone | | | | | | | |
33 | Come, all my friends and dear relations | | | | | | | |
34 | Come, all ye [you] tender-hearted fathers | | | | | | | |
35 | Where are our fathers, they are gone | | | | | | | |
36 | Lord, must I go down to the grave | | | | | | | |
37 | Eternal things are surely nigh | | | | | | | |
38 | Look down O Lord upon a worm | | | | | | | |
39 | O Lord, I feel most awful strange | | | | | | | |
40 | O what an awful sight to see | | | | | | | |
41 | How soon the tyrant, Lord has come | | | | | | | |
42 | Why do you mourn my neighbors | | | | | | | |
43 | Lord, thou hast come, we do believe | | | | | | | |
44 | Dear Jesus didst thou not bestow | | | | | | | |
45 | O Lord into thy garden come | | | | | | | |
46 | O teach me Savior, how to pray | | | | | | | |
47 | Prayer is a duty Christians owe | | | | | | | |
48 | Lord, may thy little flock today | | | | | | | |
49 | When I into my closet go | | | | | | | |
50 | Dear Jesus, as we've met today | | | | | | | |
51 | We hope, dear Master, we have come | | | | | | | |
52 | O blessed Jesus, come today | | | | | | | |
53 | O blessed Lord and Savior kind | | | | | | | |
54 | Vain man, what are thy thoughts today | | | | | | | |
55 | All things are ready, come today | | | | | | | |
56 | Ye nations of the earth, return | | | | | | | |
57 | 'Twas on the last day of the feast | | | | | | | |
58 | Ye dying sons of Adam see | | | | | | | |
59 | 'Tis but a few and hasty days | | | | | | | |
60 | How short and hasty is the race | | | | | | | |
61 | Ye sinners of a fallen race | | | | | | | |
62 | Awake, ye sleeping souls, awake | | | | | | | |
63 | Lord, if old sinners will go on | | | | | | | |
64 | Now is the time to seek the Lord | | | | | | | |
65 | Awake, O sinner, do awake | | | | | | | |
66 | Within thy sanctuary, Lord | | | | | | | |
67 | Continue, Lord, thy faithful care | | | | | | | |
68 | We now have come to hear thy word | | | | | | | |
69 | Now we surround thy board, O Lord | | | | | | | |
70 | Come to the Savior's table, come | | | | | | | |
71 | When the dear body of our Lord | | | | | | | |
72 | See Jesus rise from Joseph's tomb | | | | | | | |
73 | Behold the tomb, and see the ground | | | | | | | |
74 | Go teach the [all] nations and baptize | | | | | | | |
75 | The gospel brings the joyful news | | | | | | | |
76 | Salvation, O the pleasing news | | | | | | | |
77 | Pity the nations, O our God, Constrain the earth | | | | | | | |
78 | Ye ministers of Jesus go | | | | | | | |
79 | Look sinner to the gospel pole | | | | | | | |
80 | When the disciples went to preach | | | | | | | |
81 | For Zion's sake hold not thy peace | | | | | | | |
82 | Behold the lovely Son of God | | | | | | | |
83 | From yonder thicket I behold | | | | | | | |
84 | Ye servants of the Lord | | | | | | | |
85 | The Lord he bid old Jonah go | | | | | | | |
86 | Go, preach my gospel to the por | | | | | | | |
87 | Hark, listen to the trumpet's sound | | | | | | | |
88 | Go Mary quick, and meet your Lord | | | | | | | |
89 | Hark! how the Gospel trumpet blows | | | | | | | |
90 | O precious Gospel, hear the sound | | | | | | | |
91 | O Christians, why are you so sad | | | | | | | |
92 | My soul, why art thou thus cast down | | | | | | | |
93 | Ye languishing and needy poor | | | | | | | |
94 | My soul, ascend in lofty flight | | | | | | | |
95 | Be patient yet a few more years | | | | | | | |
96 | Kind are the words of Christ, my Lord | | | | | | | |
97 | My soul, ascend on high | | | | | | | |
98 | Ye mourning pilgrims ask the way | | | | | | | |
99 | Salvation, O the sound most sweet | | | | | | | |
100 | Ye stupid sons of Zion rise | | | | | | | |