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3 | Alas, and did my Savior bleed? | | | | | | | |
4 | The morning light is breaking | | | | | | | |
5 | There are angels hovering round | | | | | | | |
6 | How happy is the pilgrim's lot | | | | | | | |
7 | Jesus, my all, to heaven is gone | | | | | | | |
8 | When I can read my title clear | | | | | | | |
10 | Jerusalem, my happy home | | | | | | | |
12 | Lord, how secure and blest are they | | | | | | | |
13 | Ah, guilty sinner, ruined by transgression | | | | | | | |
14 | Love divine, all love excelling | | | | | | | |
16 | When shall I see the day | | | | | | | |
17 | There is a land of pure delight | | | | | | | |
18 | When I can read my title clear | | | | | | | |
19 | Behold the Savior of mankind | | | | | | | |
20 | Oh, ride on, Jesus, Oh ride on | | | | | | | |
21 | Oh land of rest, for thee I sigh | | | | | | | |
22 | While I'm happy, hear me cry | | | | | | | |
23 | Come ye sinners, poor and needy | | | | | | | |
24 | Though nature's strength decay | | | | | | | |
26 | O Thou God of my salvation | | | | | | | |
27 | Oh brethren be faithful | | | | | | | |
28 | Jesus, I my cross have taken | | | | | | | |
30 | Afflictions though they seem severe | | | | | | | |
31 | Come to Jesus, come to Jesus | | | | | | | |
32 | Hosanna to Jesus, I'm filled with his praises | | | | | | | |
34 | How sweet, how heav'nly is the sight | | | | | | | |
35 | O for a thousand tongues to sing | | | | | | | |
36 | Is there anybody here like doubting Thomas | | | | | | | |
37 | The Lord is our shepherd, our guardian and guide | | | | | | | |
38 | What sound is this? a song through heav'n resounding | | | | | | | |
40 | Religion is a glorious treasure | | | | | | | |
41 | Though troubles assail, and dangers affright | | | | | | | |
42 | Thou sweet gliding Kedron, by thy silver streams | | | | | | | |
43 | O turn ye, O turn ye, for why will ye die? | | | | | | | |
44 | When for eternal worlds we steer | | | | | | | |
46 | Man at his first creation | | | | | | | |
48 | Children of the heavenly King | | | | | | | |
49 | Saw ye my Savior! | | | | | | | |
50 | O, the wondrous love of Jesus! | | | | | | | |
51 | Mary to the Savior's tomb | | | | | | | |
52 | And can it be that I should gain | | | | | | | |
54 | When the last trump shall sound, and the earth shake around | | | | | | | |
56 | How happy are they who their Savior obey | | | | | | | |
57 | O there will be mourning, mourning, mourning | | | | | | | |
58 | A poor, wayfaring man of grief | | | | | | | |
60 | While nature was sinking in stillness to rest | | | | | | | |
62 | How sweet to reflect on those joys that await me | | | | | | | |
64 | We're traveling home to Heav'n above | | | | | | | |
65 | Jesus, my all, to heaven is gone | | | | | | | |
66 | Come thou fount of every blessing | | | | | | | |
67 | The Lord into his garden comes | | | | | | | |
68 | Come, ye sinners, poor and needy | | | | | | | |
69a | Alas! and did my Savior bleed? | | | | | | | |
69b | Now the Savior stands and pleading | | | | | | | |
70 | My God, the spring of all my joys | | | | | | | |
71 | O for a thousand tongues to sing | | | | | | | |