The Southern Harmony, and Musical Companion. New edition, thoroughly revised and much enlarged

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79Come, all ye weary travellersPage Scan
80Jesus, thou art the sinner's friendPage Scan
81aCome, Christians be valiant, our Jesus is near usPage Scan
81bCome, all ye young people of every relationPage Scan
82There was a Romish lady brought up in poperyPage Scan
83Dark and thorny is the desertPage Scan
84aCome, humble sinner, in whose breastPage Scan
84bThe day of the Lord--the day of salvationPage Scan
85A story most lovely I'll tellPage Scan
86Wake, Isles of the South!Page Scan
87Hail! ye sighing sons of sorrowPage Scan
88Come away to the skies, My beloved, arisePage Scan
89aO tell where the Dove has flownPage Scan
89bThere is a happy landPage Scan
90The Lord into his garden comesPage Scan
91O how I have long'd for the coming of GodPage Scan
92aFather, I long, I faint to seePage Scan
92bWhy should we start, or fear to die?Page Scan
93And if you meet with troublesPage Scan
94aCome, thou fount of every blessingPage Scan
94bNo more shall the sound of the war-whoop be heardPage Scan
95Soldiers, go, but not to claimPage Scan
96Young people all, attention givePage Scan
97He comes! he comes! to judge the worldPage Scan
98My days, my weeks, my months, my yearsPage Scan
99I sing a song which doth belongPage Scan
100Burst, ye emerald gates, and bringPage Scan
101How firm a foundation, ye saints of the LordPage Scan
102Vain, delusive world, adieuPage Scan
103Brethren, we have met to worshipPage Scan
104When I can read my title clearPage Scan
105Come and taste along with mePage Scan
106aI am a stranger here belowPage Scan
106bShall men pretend to pleasurePage Scan
107And let this feeble body failPage Scan
108Hark! hark! glad tidings charm our earsPage Scan
109There's a friend above all othersPage Scan
110This world's not all a fleeting showPage Scan
111From Greenland's icy mountainsPage Scan
112Say now, ye lovely social bandPage Scan
113Angels in shining order standPage Scan
115How splendid shines the morning starPage Scan
118Hark! the jubilee is soundingPage Scan
119Death, 'tis a melancholy dayPage Scan
120Let sinners take their coursePage Scan
121God is our refuge in distressPage Scan
122O when shall I see JesusPage Scan
123Jesus, I my cross have takenPage Scan
124How pleasant 'tis to seePage Scan
125My gracious Redeemer I lovePage Scan
126How did his flowing tears condolePage Scan
127O, how happy are theyPage Scan
128My soul forsakes her vain delightPage Scan
129Mine eyes are now closing to restPage Scan
131See how the wicked kingdomPage Scan
132Soldiers of the cross, arisePage Scan
133In de dark woods, no Indian nighPage Scan
134I love thee, my Saviour, I love thee, my LordPage Scan
135Where nothing dwelt but beasts of preyPage Scan
136Hither, ye faithful, haste with songs of triumphPage Scan
137On Jordan's stormy banks I standPage Scan
138How happy is the pilgrim's lotPage Scan
139He comes! he comes! the Judge severe!Page Scan
140Rejoice, my friends, the Lord is KingPage Scan
141Hail, Columbia! happy land!Page Scan
143Good morning, brother pilgrimPage Scan
144O come, come away, the Sabbath morn is passingPage Scan
145Thou great, mysterious God unknownPage Scan
146Hear the royal proclamationPage Scan
147What sorrowful sounds do I hearPage Scan
148When Gabriel's awful trump shall soundPage Scan
149See the Lord of glory dying!Page Scan
150Come, all ye mourning pilgrims dearPage Scan
151The Lamb appears to wipe our tearsPage Scan
152Ye children of Jesus, who're bound for the kingdomPage Scan
153aBless, O my soul, the living GodPage Scan
153bThou great Instructor, lest I strayPage Scan
154aLord, what a feeble piecePage Scan
154bWelcome, sweet day of restPage Scan
155Hail, solitude! thou gentle queenPage Scan
156Lift up your heads, Immanuel's friendsPage Scan
157How beauteous are their feetPage Scan
158Farewell, farewell, farewell, my friendsPage Scan
159aMy soul be on thy guardPage Scan
159bCome, thou almighty KingPage Scan
160Thou art gone to the grave, but we will not deplore theePage Scan
161O, if my soul was fomr'd for woPage Scan
162Great God, attend while Zion singsPage Scan
163Young people all, attention givePage Scan
164Along the banks where Babel's current flowsPage Scan
165aChildren of the heavenly KingPage Scan
165bSinner, art thou still secure?Page Scan
166Sweet rivers of redeeming lovePage Scan
167No burning heats by dayPage Scan
168aThy priase, O Lord, shall tune the lyrePage Scan
168bLord, when my thoughs delighted rovePage Scan
169Lord, what a thoughtless wretch was IPage Scan
170Early, my God, without delayPage Scan
172Show pity Lord, O Lord, forgivePage Scan
173aSweet is the work, my God, my KingPage Scan

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