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S.LXXIII | Lord, I am vile!--what shall I say? | | | | | | | |
S.LXXIV | For a season call'd to part | | | | | | | |
S.LXXV | Guide me, O thou great Jehovah! | | | | | | | |
S.LXXVI | Come all ye mournful souls | | | | | | | |
S.LXXVII | Oh! Jesus, my Saviour | | | | | | | |
S.LXXVIII | When converts first begin to sing | | | | | | | |
S.LXXIX | Farewell, dear friends, I must be gone | | | | | | | |
S.LXXX | Dearest Lord, thou hast commanded | | | | | | | |
S.LXXXI | Lord, before we leave thy temple | | | | | | | |
S.LXXXII | Lord, to thy love at length I yield | | | | | | | |
S.LXXXIII | From Egypt lately freed | | | | | | | |
S.LXXXIV | My soul, now arise | | | | | | | |
S.LXXXV | Nay, I cannot let thee go | | | | | | | |
S.LXXXVI | How lost was my condition | | | | | | | |
S.LXXXVII | How tedious and tasteless the hours | | | | | | | |
S.LXXXVIII | I think my table richly spread | | | | | | | |
S.LXXXIX | Tell me no more of earthly toys | | | | | | | |
S.XC | My heart and my tongue shall unite in the praise | | | | | | | |
S.XCI | I long to behold him array'd | | | | | | | |
S.XCII | Jerusalem! my happy home | | | | | | | |
S.XCIII | Come, brethren and sisters that love my dear Lord | | | | | | | |
S.XCIV | Hark how the gospel trumpet sounds! | | | | | | | |
S.XCV | Come you that know the Lord indeed | | | | | | | |
S.XCVI | Rise, my soul, and stretch thy wings | | | | | | | |
S.XCVII | How happy's ev'ry child of grace | | | | | | | |
S.XCVIII | Listed into the cause of sin | | | | | | | |
S.XCIX | Wandering pilgrims, mourning Christians | | | | | | | |
S.C | The reason we love friendship | | | | | | | |
S.CI | I am a stranger here below | | | | | | | |
S.CII | From whence this fear and unbelief | | | | | | | |
S.CIII | Far above yon glorious ceiling | | | | | | | |
S.CIV | I'm tir'd with visits modes, and forms | | | | | | | |
S.CV | O when shall I see Jesus and reign with him above | | | | | | | |
S.CVI | My soul's full of glory, inspiring my tongue | | | | | | | |
S.CVII | That glorious day is drawing nigh | | | | | | | |
S.CVIII | Come my soul, and let us try | | | | | | | |
S.CIX | Attend ye saints, and hear me tell | | | | | | | |
S.CX | What think you of Christ, is the test | | | | | | | |
S.CXI | How happy's ev'ry child of grace | | | | | | | |
S.CXII | Saved by grace I live to tell | | | | | | | |
S.CXIII | Come and taste along with me | | | | | | | |
S.CXIV | O may it be my lot to see | | | | | | | |
S.CXV | Our souls by love together drawn | | | | | | | |
S.CXVI | Hail, sovereign love, that first began | | | | | | | |
S.CXVII | O how I have longed for the presence of God | | | | | | | |
S.CXVIII | From the regions of love, lo, an angel descended | | | | | | | |
S.CXIX | What poor despised company | | | | | | | |
S.CXX | Almighty love inspire | | | | | | | |
S.CXXI | There is a Heaven above the skies | | | | | | | |
S.CXXII | Throughout the Saviour's life we trace | | | | | | | |
S.CXXIII | Mercy, O thou Son of David | | | | | | | |
S.CXXIV | Head of thy church triumphant | | | | | | | |
S.CXXV | Ah! lovely appearance of death | | | | | | | |
S.CXXVI | On earth the song begins | | | | | | | |
S.CXXVII | Brethren, while we sojourn here | | | | | | | |
S.CXXVIII | Forbear, my friends, forbear, and ask no more | | | | | | | |
S.CXXIX | Through all the world below | | | | | | | |
S.CXXX | Come all ye dear believers | | | | | | | |
S.CXXXI | Ye weary heavy laden souls | | | | | | | |
S.CXXXII | Jesus, while he dwelt below | | | | | | | |
S.CXXXIII | O thou in whose presence my soul takes delight | | | | | | | |
S.CXXXIV | Come, we that love the Lord | | | | | | | |
S.CXXXV | Up to the field where angels lie | | | | | | | |
S.CXXXVI | Earth has engrossed my love too long | | | | | | | |
S.CXXXVII | Begin the third of Matthew | | | | | | | |
S.CXXXVIII | Long with doubts and fears surrounded | | | | | | | |
S.CXXXIX | Jesus, Master, O discover | | | | | | | |
S.CXL | In Jordan's tide the Baptist stands | | | | | | | |
S.CXLI | Thus it became the Prince of grace | | | | | | | |
S.CXLII | Happy souls, who feel salvation | | | | | | | |
S.CXLIII | Lo he comes with clouds descending | | | | | | | |
S.CXLIV | He comes, he comes, to judge the world | | | | | | | |
S.CXLV | What sound is this salutes my ear | | | | | | | |
S.CXLVI | John, in a vision, saw the day | | | | | | | |
S.CXLVII | Hark! hark the trump of God | | | | | | | |
S.CXLVIII | When thou my righteous Judge shalt come | | | | | | | |
S.CXLIX | In three short moments death shall teach us more | | | | | | | |
S.CL | The Son of Man they did betray | | | | | | | |
S.CLI | Flow fast, my tears, the cause is great | | | | | | | |
S.CLII | Along the banks where Babel's current flows | | | | | | | |
S.CLIII | Attend, my soul, the sacred page | | | | | | | |
S.CLIV | Lord, hear a burdened sinner mourn | | | | | | | |
S.CLV | O how tedious the days when my Jesus delays | | | | | | | |
S.CLVI | Let thy Kingdom, blessed Savior | | | | | | | |
S.CLVII | Come thou fount of every blessing | | | | | | | |
S.CLVIII | Kindred, and friends, and native land | | | | | | | |
S.CLIX | Farewell, my [dear] brethren in the Lord | | | | | | | |
S.CLX | Farewell, my dear brethren, the time is at hand | | | | | | | |
S.CLXI | Jesus pardon all our follies | | | | | | | |
S.CLXII | The glorious light of Zion is spreading | | | | | | | |
S.CLXIII | Afflictions, though they seem severe | | | | | | | |
S.CLXIV | God of my salvation, hear | | | | | | | |
S.CLXV | On Jordan's stormy [rugged] banks I stand, And cast a wishful eye | | | | | | | |
S.CLXVI | Still out of the deepest abyss | | | | | | | |
S.CLXVII | Vital spark of heavenly flame | | | | | | | |
S.CLXVIII | Thou Giver of my life and joy | | | | | | | |
S.CLXIX | O thou the helpless orphan's hope | | | | | | | |
S.CLXX | When, O my Jesus! Saviour, when | | | | | | | |