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201 | That once lov'd form, now cold and dead | | | | | | | |
202 | Oft as the bell, with solemn toll | | | | | | | |
203 | I wait a few sorrowful years | | | | | | | |
204 | Sinners, take the friendly warning | | | | | | | |
205 | Oh, where shall rest be found | | | | | | | |
206 | Sweet glories rush upon my sight | | | | | | | |
207 | I soon shall accomplish my race | | | | | | | |
208 | Farewell, my brethren, in the Lord | | | | | | | |
209 | Let us rise and go to Zion's hill | | | | | | | |
210 | O! happy day, when saints shall meet | | | | | | | |
211 | Great God, thy holy name we praise | | | | | | | |
212 | Dark and thorny is the desert | | | | | | | |
213 | The day is past and gone | | | | | | | |
214 | Farewell, my friends, time rolls along | | | | | | | |
215 | Brethren while we sojourn here | | | | | | | |
216 | How can I sleep when angels sing | | | | | | | |
217 | From every stormy wind that blows | | | | | | | |
218 | While with ceaseless course the sun | | | | | | | |
219 | Aid us O thou Holy Spirit | | | | | | | |
220 | We wander in a thorny maze | | | | | | | |
221 | Eternity is just at hand! | | | | | | | |
222 | Encompass'd with clouds of distress | | | | | | | |
223 | The morning flowers display their sweets | | | | | | | |
224 | O Zion, afflicted with wave upon wave | | | | | | | |
225 | 'Tis a point I long to know | | | | | | | |
226 | When shall we three meet again? | | | | | | | |
227 | In thy temple, Great Jehovah! | | | | | | | |
228 | Hark, my soul, it is the Lord | | | | | | | |
229 | The voice of free grace, cries escape to the mountain | | | | | | | |
230 | Come, ye that doubt Jehovah's love | | | | | | | |
231 | Come, my brethren let us try | | | | | | | |
232 | Arise and shine, O Zion fair | | | | | | | |
233 | Young people all, attention give | | | | | | | |
234 | Blow ye the trumpet, blow | | | | | | | |
235 | Come, Saviour, Jesus, from above! | | | | | | | |
236 | Lord, dismiss us with thy blessing | | | | | | | |
237 | Yes, there are joys that cannot die | | | | | | | |
238 | There's joy in heaven, and joy on earth | | | | | | | |
239 | O God of Love; with cheering ray | | | | | | | |
240 | When death appears before my sight! | | | | | | | |
241 | O glorious hope of perfect love | | | | | | | |
242 | Keep silence--all created things | | | | | | | |
243 | There is a God, who reigns above | | | | | | | |
244 | My soul arise! shake off thy fears | | | | | | | |
245 | O thou, that hear'st the pray'r of faith | | | | | | | |
246 | Now let my soul with wonder trace | | | | | | | |
247 | Sinners, this solemn truth regard! | | | | | | | |
248 | From sin's dark, thorny maze | | | | | | | |
249 | Saviour, visit thy plantation | | | | | | | |
250 | How sad and awful is my state! | | | | | | | |
251 | On the brink of fi'ry ruin | | | | | | | |
252 | Now for a hymn of praise to God | | | | | | | |
253 | Alas! how chang'd that lovely flow'r | | | | | | | |
254 | God hath bereav'd me of my child | | | | | | | |
255 | My Father calls me to his arms | | | | | | | |
256 | Come, O my soul, look up and see | | | | | | | |
257 | Ye fleeting charms of earth, farewell! | | | | | | | |
258 | Vital spark of heav'nly flame! | | | | | | | |
259 | Ye wretched, hungry, starving poor | | | | | | | |
260 | Now is th'accepted time | | | | | | | |
261 | O how happy are they | | | | | | | |
262 | Come, ye that love the Lord indeed | | | | | | | |
263 | Come, let us anew | | | | | | | |
264 | When Syria's leprous chief | | | | | | | |
265 | Afflicted soul, to God draw near | | | | | | | |
266 | Jerusalem, my happy home | | | | | | | |
267 | O thou, from whom all goodness flows | | | | | | | |
268 | Tho' troubles assail and dangers affright | | | | | | | |
269 | Dear friends, as you have own'd | | | | | | | |
270 | Deluded souls, who think to grasp | | | | | | | |
271 | Vain world, thy cheating arts give o'er | | | | | | | |
272 | Unto Him, unto Him who is able to keep | | | | | | | |
273 | When thou my righteous Judge shalt come | | | | | | | |
274 | When wild confusion wrecks the air | | | | | | | |
275 | Lo, he comes, array'd in veng'ance | | | | | | | |
276 | Before Jehovah's awful throne | | | | | | | |
277 | My soul, the minutes haste away | | | | | | | |
278 | Hark! 'tis our heav'nly Leader's voice | | | | | | | |
279 | When, bending o'er the brink of life | | | | | | | |
280 | High in yonder realms of light | | | | | | | |
281 | When with my mind devoutly press'd | | | | | | | |
282 | Welcome, welcome, dearest brothers | | | | | | | |
283 | Friends, for whom a Savior died | | | | | | | |
284 | Have we all here met again? | | | | | | | |
285 | My friends, the parting hour is come | | | | | | | |
286 | The sun sets at night, and the stars shun the day | | | | | | | |