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201 | Hark, sinner, while God from on high doth entreat thee | | | | | | | |
202 | Come hither, all ye weary souls | | | | | | | |
203 | Thou sweet gliding Cedron, by thy silver stream | | | | | | | |
204 | Prayer is the soul's sincere desire | | | | | | | |
205 | Prayer is the contrite sinner's voice | | | | | | | |
206 | The day has come, the joyful day | | | | | | | |
207 | Jesus, thou art the sinner's friend | | | | | | | |
208 | Jesus Christ has power alone | | | | | | | |
209 | When torn is the bosom by sorrow or care | | | | | | | |
210 | How prone are professors to rest on their lees | | | | | | | |
211 | Thou art gone to the grave; but we will not deplore thee | | | | | | | |
212 | I long to see the season come | | | | | | | |
213 | Here o'er the earth as a stranger I roam | | | | | | | |
214 | I'll sing a song which doth belong | | | | | | | |
215 | Hail to the brightness of Zion’s glad morning! | | | | | | | |
216 | O Savior of sinners, when faint and depress'd | | | | | | | |
217 | Our Father who in heaven art | | | | | | | |
218 | Savior, visit thy plantation | | | | | | | |
219 | Mighty God, on thee we call | | | | | | | |
220 | Joyfully, joyfully onward I move | | | | | | | |
221 | Jesus died on Calvary's mountain | | | | | | | |
222 | Farewell, my brethren in the Lord | | | | | | | |
223 | Daniel's wisdom may I know | | | | | | | |
224 | Day of Judgment, day of wonders! | | | | | | | |
225 | Gently, Lord, O gently lead us | | | | | | | |
226 | How painfully pleasing the fond recollection | | | | | | | |
227 | Awaked by Sinai's awful sound | | | | | | | |
228 | Just as I am, without one plea | | | | | | | |
229 | When thy mortal life is fled | | | | | | | |
230 | How sweet the melting lay | | | | | | | |
231 | From every stormy wind that blows | | | | | | | |
232 | How charming is the place | | | | | | | |
233 | For a season called to part | | | | | | | |
234 | Soft be the gently breathing notes | | | | | | | |
235 | "O learn of me," the Savior cried | | | | | | | |
236 | I saw a wide and well-spread board | | | | | | | |
237 | Kindred in Christ, for his dear sake | | | | | | | |
238 | The hours of evening close | | | | | | | |
239 | Behold a stranger at the door! | | | | | | | |
240 | Amazing grace,--how sweet the sound | | | | | | | |
241 | When God revealed his gracious name | | | | | | | |
242 | O thou, my soul, forget no more | | | | | | | |
243 | Life is the time to serve the Lord | | | | | | | |
244 | "Go bring them," said the dying fair | | | | | | | |
245 | God moves in a mysterious way | | | | | | | |
246 | While shepherds watched their flocks by night | | | | | | | |
247 | Far, far o'er hill and dell | | | | | | | |
248 | When our fathers, long ago | | | | | | | |
249 | Holy Father, please to hear | | | | | | | |
250 | Ours is the Sabbath school | | | | | | | |
251 | How kind the Savior's love | | | | | | | |
252 | Hearken, Christian, hear the groaning | | | | | | | |
253 | Hark! a voice from heaven proclaiming | | | | | | | |
254 | What mean ye, that ye bruise and bind | | | | | | | |
255 | We ask not that the slave should lie | | | | | | | |
256 | The hour of freedom! come it must | | | | | | | |
257 | See yon glorious star ascending | | | | | | | |
258 | My country! 'tis of thee | | | | | | | |
259 | The slave-mother leaned on her mattock full weary | | | | | | | |
260 | How long shall Afric's sons | | | | | | | |
261 | Lord, deliver; thou canst save | | | | | | | |
262 | Soon shall the trump of Freedom | | | | | | | |
263 | Children of the glorious dead | | | | | | | |
264 | Oft in the chilly night | | | | | | | |
265 | My mind to me a kingdom is | | | | | | | |
266 | Mid sorrows and sadness I'm destined to roam | | | | | | | |
267 | With banner and with badge we come | | | | | | | |
268 | Hark! hark ye, O listen to the sorrow and weeping | | | | | | | |
269 | The drink that's in the drunkard's bowl | | | | | | | |
270 | Friends of Freedom, swell the song | | | | | | | |