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1 | Am I a soldier of the cross | | | | | | | |
2 | In evil long I took delight | | | | | | | |
3 | Jesus, my [mine] [our] all, to heaven is [has] gone | | | | | | | |
4 | I love my Lord, I love his laws | | | | | | | |
5 | How precious is the name, brethren sing | | | | | | | |
6 | Morning breaks upon the tomb | | | | | | | |
7 | Come, all ye sons of Zion | | | | | | | |
8 | Pray on, my brethren, in the Lord | | | | | | | |
9 | Saw ye [you] my Savior, saw ye [you] my Savior | | | | | | | |
10 | Now behold, the Savior pleading | | | | | | | |
11 | Come, ye [you] disconsolate, where'er ye [you] languish | | | | | | | |
12 | Brethren, we have met to worship, and adore the Lord our God | | | | | | | |
13 | O [When] thou my righteous Judge shall [shalt] come | | | | | | | |
14 | Did Christ o'er sinners weep | | | | | | | |
15 | Glory to God that I have found | | | | | | | |
16 | Dark and thorny [stormy] is the desert | | | | | | | |
17 | The pure testimony put [poured] forth in the spirit | | | | | | | |
18 | How firm a foundation, ye [you] saints of the Lord | | | | | | | |
19 | Where two or three, with sweet accord | | | | | | | |
20 | Come, my brethren, let us try | | | | | | | |
21 | From whence doth [does] this [the] union arise | | | | | | | |
22 | Whither goest thou, pilgrim stranger | | | | | | | |
23 | Brethren, while we sojourn here | | | | | | | |
24 | When marshalled on the nightly [mighty] plain | | | | | | | |
25 | The day is past and gone, the evening shades appear | | | | | | | |
26 | To leave my dear friends, and with [from] my neighbors [kindred] to depart | | | | | | | |
27 | As on the cross the Savior hung | | | | | | | |
28 | What heavenly music do I [we] hear | | | | | | | |
29 | Come thou fount of every blessing | | | | | | | |
30 | Come, ye [you] [we] that [who] love the Lord [Christ], And let your [our] joys | | | | | | | |
31 | When strangers stand and hear me tell | | | | | | | |
32 | Salvation, O the joyful sound | | | | | | | |
33 | By whom was David taught | | | | | | | |
34 | When I can read my title clear | | | | | | | |
35 | The Lord into his garden comes | | | | | | | |
36 | Welcome, sweet day of rest | | | | | | | |
37 | Young people, all, attention give | | | | | | | |
38 | Hail the blest morn when [see] the great Mediator | | | | | | | |
39 | Come, anxious sinner, in whose breast | | | | | | | |
40 | How happy are they, Who the [their] Savior [Jesus] obey | | | | | | | |
41 | I love to steal awhile away | | | | | | | |
42 | Ye objects of sense, and enjoyments of time | | | | | | | |
43 | Jesus, to every willing mind | | | | | | | |
44 | What sinners value, I resign | | | | | | | |
45 | O when shall I [we] see Jesus and dwell [reign] with Him above | | | | | | | |
46 | A fountain in Jesus, which runs always [always runs] free | | | | | | | |
47 | Lo! he comes, with clouds descending | | | | | | | |
48 | The gospel trumpet has been blown | | | | | | | |
49 | Jerusalem, my happy home, O how I long for thee | | | | | | | |
50 | Hark, my soul, it is the Lord | | | | | | | |
51 | Sinner [sinners], will you [ye] scorn [slight] the message | | | | | | | |
52 | Come, Holy Spirit, heavenly dove, with all thy quickening powers | | | | | | | |
53 | O for a closer walk with God | | | | | | | |
54 | Alas, and did my Savior bleed? And did my Sovereign die? | | | | | | | |
55 | Arise, my soul, arise, shake off | | | | | | | |
56 | Poor mourning souls, in deep distress | | | | | | | |
57 | Drooping saints no longer grieve, Heaven | | | | | | | |
58 | 'Tis a point I long to know | | | | | | | |
59 | Our souls by [in] love together knit [drawn] [joined] | | | | | | | |
60 | O turn ye [you] poor sinners, for why will ye [you] die | | | | | | | |
61 | Jesus, I my cross have taken, all to leave | | | | | | | |
62 | My days, my [and] weeks, my [and] months, my [and] years | | | | | | | |
63 | How tedious and tasteless [restless and tiresome] the hours | | | | | | | |
64 | O, could my soul this morning rise | | | | | | | |
65 | How happy is the pilgrim's lot | | | | | | | |
66 | Today if ye [you] will hear his voice | | | | | | | |
67 | O thou in whose presence my soul takes delight | | | | | | | |
68 | On Jordan's stormy [rugged] banks I stand, And cast a wishful eye | | | | | | | |
69 | Lord, at thy temple we appear, As happy Simon came | | | | | | | |
70 | There is an hour of peaceful rest | | | | | | | |
71 | He dies, the friend of sinners dies | | | | | | | |
72 | How happy [happy's] every child of grace, who [that] feels [knows] his sins forgiven | | | | | | | |
73 | Come ye [you] sinners, poor and wretched [needy], Weak and wounded | | | | | | | |
74 | Why sleep we, my brethren? come, let us arise | | | | | | | |
75 | The pleasures of earth I have seen fade away | | | | | | | |
76 | I'm not ashamed to own my [the] Lord | | | | | | | |
77 | I would not live alway [always], I ask not to stay | | | | | | | |
78 | Ah, whither should I go | | | | | | | |
79 | Almighty Savior, here we stand | | | | | | | |
80 | Salem's bright King Jesus by name | | | | | | | |
81 | Our dearest Lord look from above | | | | | | | |
82 | To the flowing stream of Jordan | | | | | | | |
83 | Behold the grave where Jesus lay | | | | | | | |
84 | Christians, if your [our] hearts be [are] warm | | | | | | | |
85 | In all my Lord's appointed ways | | | | | | | |
86 | Descend, celestial Dove | | | | | | | |
87 | Burst, ye emerald [pearly] gates, and bring | | | | | | | |
88 | What various hindrances we meet | | | | | | | |
89 | O tell me no more of this [the] world's vain [vain world's] store | | | | | | | |
90 | How lost was [is] my [our] condition | | | | | | | |
91 | Say, sinner, hath a voice within | | | | | | | |
92 | Lift up your hearts, Immanuel's friends | | | | | | | |
93 | O for a heart that loves to pray | | | | | | | |
94 | Children of Zion, what harp notes are stealing | | | | | | | |
95 | Jesus, and shall it ever be | | | | | | | |
96 | Sinners, this solemn truth regard | | | | | | | |
97 | Lift up your hearts to things above | | | | | | | |
98 | Once more, in the Redeemer's name | | | | | | | |
99 | Hail ye sighing sons of sorrow | | | | | | | |
100 | And let this feeble body fail | | | | | | | |