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H.CCCCI | Oh may the power which melts the rock | | | | | | | |
H.CCCCII | Great God of all! thy matchless power | | | | | | | |
H.CCCCIII | Almighty Maker of my frame | | | | | | | |
H.CCCCIV | Sinner, O why so thoughtless grown? | | | | | | | |
H.CCCCV | My thoughts, that often mount the skies | | | | | | | |
H.CCCCVI | Lord, when we see a saint of thine | | | | | | | |
H.CCCCVII | When blooming youth is snatch'd away | | | | | | | |
H.CCCCVIII | Prepare me, gracious God | | | | | | | |
H.CCCCIX | Heav'n has confirm'd the great decree | | | | | | | |
H.CCCCX | When swelling Jordan o'er us rolls | | | | | | | |
H.CCCCXI | Oft as the bell, with solemn toll | | | | | | | |
H.CCCCXII | Why should we start and fear to die? | | | | | | | |
H.CCCCXIII | Death cannot make our souls afraid | | | | | | | |
H.CCCCXIV | Why should our murmuring thoughts delight | | | | | | | |
H.CCCCXV | How long shall death the tyrant reign | | | | | | | |
H.CCCCXVI | How great, how terrible that God | | | | | | | |
H.CCCCXVII | And will the Judge descend? | | | | | | | |
H.CCCCXVIII | In what confusion earth appears | | | | | | | |
H.CCCCXIX | Lord, when I read the traitor's doom | | | | | | | |
H.CCCCXX | O for a sweet, inspiring ray | | | | | | | |
H.CCCCXXI | To God the Father, God the Son | | | | | | | |
H.CCCCXXII | Let God the Father, and the Son | | | | | | | |
H.CCCCXXIII | Ye angels round the throne | | | | | | | |
H.CCCCXXIV | Glory to the Father's name | | | | | | | |
H.CCCCXXV | Praise Father, Son and Holy Ghost | | | | | | | |
H.CCCCXXVI | Glory be to God the Father | | | | | | | |
H.CCCCXXVII | Give to the Father praise | | | | | | | |
H.CCCCXXVIII | To God the great Father be praise | | | | | | | |
S.I | Stop, poor sinner, stop and think | | | | | | | |
S.II | Farewell, my dearest friends, farewell | | | | | | | |
S.III | One night as I lay sleeping and slumb'ring on my bed | | | | | | | |
S.IV | This is the field, the world below | | | | | | | |
S.V | Young people, all I pray draw near | | | | | | | |
S.VI | Dear people all, attention give | | | | | | | |
S.VII | I long to see the seasons come | | | | | | | |
S.VIII | See the gloomy gath'ring cloud | | | | | | | |
S.IX | My friends and my neighbours that live in this place | | | | | | | |
S.X | To-day, if you will hear his voice | | | | | | | |
S.XI | Ah Lord! ah Lord, what have I done! | | | | | | | |
S.XII | Come, mourners, attend, and make no delay | | | | | | | |
S.XIII | Dear Jesus, here comes, and knocks at thy door | | | | | | | |
S.XIV | Come, ye sinners, poor and wretched | | | | | | | |
S.XV | Ye scarlet-colour'd sinners, come | | | | | | | |
S.XVI | Gracious Lord, incline thine ear | | | | | | | |
S.XVII | Awak'd by Sinai's awful sound | | | | | | | |
S.XVIII | Come, poor sinner, come and see | | | | | | | |
S.XIX | If I perish, I will go | | | | | | | |
S.XX | Prayer an answer will obtain | | | | | | | |
S.XXI | O that my load of sin were gone! | | | | | | | |
S.XXII | Oh! give me, Lord, my sins to mourn | | | | | | | |
S.XXIII | Come all ye mourning sinners now | | | | | | | |
S.XXIV | Encourag'd by the word | | | | | | | |
S.XXV | Hearts of stone, relent, relent | | | | | | | |
S.XXVI | How happy are they | | | | | | | |
S.XXVII | Brethren, I am come again | | | | | | | |
S.XXVIII | Come, dear brethren in the Saviour | | | | | | | |
S.XXIX | O happy souls, how fast you go | | | | | | | |
S.XXX | When sorrows encompass me round | | | | | | | |
S.XXXI | The great God of love, hath shin'd from above | | | | | | | |
S.XXXII | While I am bless'd with youthful prime | | | | | | | |
S.XXXIII | Thy mercy, my God, is the theme of my song | | | | | | | |
S.XXXIV | How happy are we | | | | | | | |
S.XXXV | Sons we are, through God's election | | | | | | | |
S.XXXVI | Hark! the voice of love and mercy | | | | | | | |
S.XXXVII | O thou, who didst thy glory leave | | | | | | | |
S.XXXVIII | Hail! thou once despised Jesus | | | | | | | |
S.XXXIX | Let others boast their ancient line | | | | | | | |
S.XL | Jesus is our great salvation | | | | | | | |
S.XLI | In songs of sublime adoration and praise | | | | | | | |
S.XLII | How firm a foundation, ye saints of the Lord | | | | | | | |
S.XLIII | Mighty God, while angels bless thee | | | | | | | |
S.XLIV | The fountain of Christ | | | | | | | |
S.XLV | Christ, our passover, is slain | | | | | | | |
S.XLVI | There is no path to heavenly bliss | | | | | | | |
S.XVLII | The Bible is justly esteem'd | | | | | | | |
S.XLVIII | Precious Bible! what a treasure | | | | | | | |
S.XLIX | Encompass'd with clouds of distress | | | | | | | |
S.L | From whence this fear and unbelief | | | | | | | |
S.LI | The moment a sinner believes | | | | | | | |
S.LII | A debtor to mercy alone | | | | | | | |
S.LIII | Come, Lord, and help us to rejoice | | | | | | | |
S.LIV | Children of the heavenly King | | | | | | | |
S.LV | 'Tis a point I long to know | | | | | | | |
S.LVI | My gracious Redeemer I love | | | | | | | |
S.LVII | Away, my unbelieving fear! | BOWDEN | | | | | | |
S.LVIII | Unclean! unclean! and full of sin | | | | | | | |
S.LIX | Begone, unbelief | | | | | | | |
S.LX | How happy is the pilgrim's lot | | | | | | | |
S.LXI | Jesus, at thy command | | | | | | | |
S.LXII | Jesus, lover of my soul | | | | | | | |
S.LXIII | Jesus, let thy pitying eye | | | | | | | |
S.LXIV | O my soul, what means this sadness? | | | | | | | |
S.LXV | Thy presence, gracious God, afford | | | | | | | |
S.LXVI | Dearest Saviour, help thy servant | | | | | | | |
S.LXVII | This God is the God we adore | | | | | | | |
S.LXVIII | Glory to God on high! | | | | | | | |
S.LXIX | Lord, dismiss us with thy blessing | | | | | | | |
S.LXX | Glorious things of thee are spoken | | | | | | | |
S.LXXI | Saviour, visit thy plantation | | | | | | | |
S.LXXII | O'er the gloomy hills of darkness | | | | | | | |