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4 | The morning light is breaking | | | | | | | |
6 | Rouse ye at the Savior's call! | | | | | | | |
8 | When I can read my title clear | | | | | | | |
10 | Together let us sweetly live | | | | | | | |
11 | How happy is the pilgrim's lot | | | | | | | |
12 | We're trav'ling home to Heav'n above | | | | | | | |
14 | On Jordan's stormy banks I stand | | | | | | | |
16 | When converts first begin to sing | | | | | | | |
17 | Our Father who art in heaven; hallowed be thy name | | | | | | | |
18 | What's this that steals, that steals upon my frame | | | | | | | |
20 | O there will be mourning, mourning, mourning, mourning | | | | | | | |
22 | O how happy are they who their Savior obey | | | | | | | |
23 | My brother I wish you well | | | | | | | |
24 | When nature was sinking in stillness to rest | | | | | | | |
26 | There is a place of waveless rest | | | | | | | |
28 | Arise, my soul, arise | | | | | | | |
30 | When sorrows encompass me round | | | | | | | |
32 | I would not live alway | | | | | | | |
34 | A poor way-faring man of grief | | | | | | | |
36 | When shall we meet again? | | | | | | | |
38 | Whither goest thou, pilgrim stranger | | | | | | | |
40 | Let thy kingdom, blessed Savior | | | | | | | |
42 | Awaked by Sinai's awful sound | | | | | | | |
44 | Few are our days, those few we dream away | | | | | | | |
46 | How lovely the place where the Savior appears | | | | | | | |
48 | When marshal'd on the nightly plain | | | | | | | |
49 | Far, far o'er hill and dell | | | | | | | |
50 | O turn ye, O turn ye, for why will ye die? | | | | | | | |
52 | Why sleep we, my brethren? come, let us arise | | | | | | | |
54 | Sing, sing his lofty praise | | | | | | | |
56 | From gloomy dejection my tho'ts mount the sky | | | | | | | |
58 | Awake, my soul, to joyous lays | | | | | | | |
59 | 'Mid scenes of confusion and creature complaints | | | | | | | |
60 | Attend, ye saints, and hear me tell | | | | | | | |
62 | From whence doth this union arise | | | | | | | |
63 | Ye angels who stand round the throne | | | | | | | |
64 | Thou sweet gliding Kedron, by thy silver stream | | | | | | | |
II.3 | There is an hour of peaceful rest | | | | | | | |
II.4 | Up! shake off the bands of sleep | | | | | | | |
II.6 | Come, come, come. Come to the place of prayer | | | | | | | |
II.8 | What heavenly music do I hear | | | | | | | |
II.9 | Tho' hard the winds are blowing | | | | | | | |
II.10 | There's a friend above all others | | | | | | | |
II.12 | Farewell, farewell, farewell, dear friends | | | | | | | |
II.14 | O for a breeze of heavenly love | | | | | | | |
II.16 | How tedious and tasteless the hours | | | | | | | |
II.18 | Come, thou fount of ev'ry blessing | | | | | | | |
II.20 | Jesus, dear name, how sweet the sound | | | | | | | |
II.22 | There is a land of pure delight | | | | | | | |
II.23 | Farewell! Farewell! we meet no more, on this side heav'n | | | | | | | |
II.24 | How sweet to reflect on those joys that await me | | | | | | | |
II.26 | Vain man, thy fond pursuits forbear | | | | | | | |
II.28 | Thus far the Lord hath led me on | | | | | | | |
II.29 | Come, heav'nly love, inspire my song | | | | | | | |
II.30 | And is this life prolong'd to me? | | | | | | | |
II.31 | Come, humble sinner in whose breast | | | | | | | |
II.32 | The day is past and gone | | | | | | | |
II.33 | Blest be the tie that binds | | | | | | | |
II.34 | Farewell, farewell to all below | | | | | | | |
II.36 | Lo! he comes, in clouds descending | | | | | | | |
II.37 | Welcome, welcome, dear Redeemer | | | | | | | |
II.38 | To thee, O my Savior, to thee will I cling | | | | | | | |
II.40 | Dear Savior, thy victorious love | | | | | | | |
II.42 | Jerusalem my happy home | | | | | | | |
II.44 | The chariot! the chariot! its wheels roll in fire | | | | | | | |
II.46 | Sinners are bending Low at the throne | | | | | | | |
II.48 | Ye new-born souls, your voices raise | | | | | | | |
II.49 | Oh! land of rest, for thee I sigh | | | | | | | |
II.50 | Faintly as tolls The evening chime | | | | | | | |
II.52 | Come, heavenly love, inspire my song | | | | | | | |
II.53 | O for a thousand tongues to sing | | | | | | | |
II.54 | Today the Savior calls | | | | | | | |
II.55 | Lord, hear a burden'd sinner mourn | | | | | | | |
II.56 | Christ is coming!--in the storm | | | | | | | |
II.57 | Son of God, thy blessing grant | | | | | | | |
II.58 | Hark! how the gospel trumpet sounds | | | | | | | |
II.59 | Hark! hark! the gospel trumpet sounds | | | | | | | |
II.60 | Acquaint thyself quickly, O sinner, with God | | | | | | | |
II.61 | Delay not, delay not, O sinner draw near! | | | | | | | |
II.62 | Children of Zion! what harp-notes are stealing | | | | | | | |
II.64a | When torn is the bosom by sorrow or care | | | | | | | |
II.64b | Hail! sweetest dearest tie that binds | | | | | | | |