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d1 | Afflictions, though they seem severe | | | | | | | |
d2 | Ah Lord, ah Lord, what have I done | | | | | | | |
d3 | Ah lovely appearance of death | | | | | | | |
d4 | Alas how changed that lovely flower | | | | | | | |
d5 | All hail the power of Jesus' name, Let angels prostrate fall | | | | | | | |
d6 | Amazing grace, how sweet the sound, That saved | | | | | | | |
d7 | Arise and shine, O Zion fair | | | | | | | |
d8 | Arise my dear love, my undefiled dove | | | | | | | |
d9 | As when a child secure of harms | | | | | | | |
d10 | At a distance from heaven | | | | | | | |
d11 | Attend the invitation | | | | | | | |
d12 | Attend, ye saints, and hear me tell | | | | | | | |
d13 | Awake, awake, arise, and hail the glorious morn | | | | | | | |
d14 | Awaked by Sinai's awful sound | | | | | | | |
d15 | Away my doubts, begone my fears | | | | | | | |
d16 | Away my unbelieving fear | | | | | | | |
d17 | Begone, unbelief, [for] my [our] Savior is near | | | | | | | |
d18 | Behold Paul, the prisoner at Felix's bar | | | | | | | |
d19 | Behold the gloomy vale | | | | | | | |
d20 | Believing soul, why tarriest thou | | | | | | | |
d21 | Beside the gospel pool Appointed for the poor | | | | | | | |
d22 | Brethren, we have met to worship, and adore the Lord our God | | | | | | | |
d23 | Bright scenes of glory strike my sense | | | | | | | |
d24 | Burst, ye emerald [pearly] gates, and bring | | | | | | | |
d25 | Cheer up our brethren, and rejoice | | | | | | | |
d26 | Children of the heavenly king as we journey | | | | | | | |
d27 | Christ is set on Zion's hill | | | | | | | |
d28 | Christ, our passover, is slain | | | | | | | |
d29 | Christians, if your [our] hearts be [are] warm | | | | | | | |
d30 | Come all who are bound unto heaven | | | | | | | |
d31 | Come all ye dear believers | | | | | | | |
d32 | Come, all ye mourning souls Who seek rest in Jesus' love | | | | | | | |
d33 | Come, all ye people of my nation | | | | | | | |
d34 | Come, all ye [you] mourning pilgrims [sinners] round [now] | | | | | | | |
d35 | Come all ye [you] weary travellers | | | | | | | |
d36 | Come all you, whoever have mercy obtained | | | | | | | |
d37 | Come and taste along with me, consolation and running free | | | | | | | |
d38 | Come brethren and sisters, that [who] love my [our] dear Lord | | | | | | | |
d39 | Come, dear brethren in the Savior | | | | | | | |
d40 | Come friends and relations let us [come] join heart and hand | | | | | | | |
d41 | Come, humble sinner, in whose breast | | | | | | | |
d42 | Come, let us join our friends above, who [that] have obtained the prize | | | | | | | |
d43 | Come let us lift our voices high, High as our joys arise | | | | | | | |
d44 | Come, Lord, and help me [us] to rejoice | | | | | | | |
d45 | Come, mourners, attend, and make no delay | | | | | | | |
d46 | Come my friends, and neighbors all | | | | | | | |
d47 | Come, my heart, and let us try | | | | | | | |
d48 | Come, my soul, and let us try, For a little season | | | | | | | |
d49 | Come, O my soul, look up and see | | | | | | | |
d50 | Come soldiers of Jesus, attend to the way | | | | | | | |
d51 | Come, we [ye] [you] that love the Lord indeed | | | | | | | |
d52 | Come ye [you] sinners, poor and wretched [needy], Weak and wounded | | | | | | | |
d53 | Come, ye [you] [we] that [who] love the Lord [Christ], And let your [our] joys | | | | | | | |
d54 | Dark and thorny [stormy] is the desert | | | | | | | |
d55 | Dear friends, as you have owned | | | | | | | |
d56 | Dear Lord, and will [has] thy pardoning love | | | | | | | |
d57 | Dear people all, attention give | | | | | | | |
d58 | Dearest Lord, thou hast commanded | | | | | | | |
d59 | Disrobed of all his heavenly dress | | | | | | | |
d60 | Distressed and burndened sinners | | | | | | | |
d61 | Earth has engrossed my love too long | | | | | | | |
d62 | Encompassed with clouds of distress | | | | | | | |
d63 | Encouraged by thy word | | | | | | | |
d64 | Far above yon glorious ceiling | | | | | | | |
d65 | Farewell, dear friend [friends], I must be gone | | | | | | | |
d66 | Farewell, my [dear] brethren in the Lord | | | | | | | |
d67 | Farewell, my dear brethren, the time is at hand | | | | | | | |
d68 | Farewell, my dearest friends, farewell | | | | | | | |
d69 | Forbear, my friends, forbear, and ask no more | | | | | | | |
d70 | From Egypt lately freed [fled] | | | | | | | |
d71 | From realms where the day her [its] first dawning extends | | | | | | | |
d72 | From the regions of love, lo, an angel descended | | | | | | | |
d73 | Glorious things of thee are spoken | | | | | | | |
d74 | God of my salvation, hear | | | | | | | |
d75 | Good morning, brother pilgrim, What, bound for Canaan's coast | | | | | | | |
d76 | Gracious Lord, incline thine ear | | | | | | | |
d77 | Great God, we now surround thy board | | | | | | | |
d78 | Great Lord of all thy churches, hear | | | | | | | |
d79 | Guide me, O thou great Jehovah | | | | | | | |
d80 | Hail, sovereign love, that first began | | | | | | | |
d81 | Hail the day that sees him rise | | | | | | | |
d82 | Hail, thou once despised Jesus | | | | | | | |
d83 | Happy souls, who feel salvation | | | | | | | |
d84 | Hark, my soul, it is the Lord | | | | | | | |
d85 | Hark, the gospel trumpet's sounding, Sinners, hear | | | | | | | |
d86 | Hark, the herald angels say | | | | | | | |
d87 | Hark, the jubilee is sounding | | | | | | | |
d88 | Hark, the voice of love and mercy | | | | | | | |
d89 | He comes, he comes, to judge the world | | | | | | | |
d90 | Head of thy [the] church triumphant | | | | | | | |
d91 | Here at thy table, Lord, we meet to feed | | | | | | | |
d92 | Hosanna to Jesus, I am filled with his praise | | | | | | | |
d93 | Hosanna to Jesus, my soul rise and sing | | | | | | | |
d94 | How firm a foundation, ye [you] saints of the Lord | | | | | | | |
d95 | How happy are they, Who the [their] Savior [Jesus] obey | | | | | | | |
d96 | How happy are we, Our election who see | | | | | | | |
d97 | How happy [happy's] every child of grace, who [that] feels [knows] his sins forgiven | | | | | | | |
d98 | How happy is the pilgrim's lot | | | | | | | |
d99 | How lost was [is] my [our] condition | | | | | | | |
d100 | How sad is my state, says the heart-broken sinner | | | | | | | |