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299 | You may sing of the beauty of mountain and dale | | | | | | | |
300 | When we've been there ten thousand years | | | | | | | |
301 | Come, let us anew, Our journey pursue | [Come, let us anew, Our journey pursue] | | | | | | |
302 | He breaks the power of cancelled sin | | | | | | | |
303 | Yes, my native land, I love thee | | | | | | | |
304 | Our kindred dear to heav'n are gone | | | | | | | |
305 | On life's tempestuous ocean | | | | | | | |
306 | Parents and children there will part | | | | | | | |
307 | Could we but climb where Moses stood | | | | | | | |
308 | Hark! how the Gospel trumpet sounds! | | | | | | | |
309 | We will pray for our brother, we will pray | | | | | | | |
310 | Away from his home and the friends of his youth | | | | | | | |
311 | Mary to the Saviour's tomb | | | | | | | |
312 | I love the holy Son of God | | | | | | | |
313 | O glorious hope of perfect love! | | | | | | | |
314 | Brethren, we are traveling home | | | | | | | |
315 | Lo, the Gospel ship is sailing | | | | | | | |
316 | To God, in whom I trust | | | | | | | |
317 | And am I born to die? | | | | | | | |
318 | Weary winds are hushed to sleep | | | | | | | |
319 | A beautiful land by faith I see | | | | | | | |
320 | Mid scenes of confusion and creature complaints | | | | | | | |
321 | In seasons of grief, to my God I'll repair | | | | | | | |
322 | Jesus, my all, to heaven is gone | | | | | | | |
323 | My soul doth magnify the Lord | | | | | | | |
324 | Jesus, hail! enthroned in glory | | | | | | | |
325 | Farewell, mother!--tears are streaming | | | | | | | |
326 | When I can read my title clear | | | | | | | |
327 | Delay not, delay not, O sinner, draw near | | | | | | | |
328 | As on the cross the Saviour hung | | | | | | | |
329 | I love to steal awhile away | | | | | | | |
330 | Hark! brethren, don't you hear the sound | | | | | | | |
331 | The man that views his guilt and sin | | | | | | | |
332 | How firm a foundation, ye saints of the Lord | | | | | | | |
333 | Amazing grace! how sweet the sound | | | | | | | |
334 | Upon a restless, stormy sea | | | | | | | |
335 | Come unto me, when shadows darkly gather | | | | | | | |
336 | We're bound for the land of the pure and the holy | | | | | | | |
337 | Come, ye sinners, poor and needy | | | | | | | |
338 | Oh Christian, press on, though the journey appears | | | | | | | |
339 | Hail, the blest morn! | | | | | | | |
340 | The morning light is breaking | | | | | | | |
341 | Let me go, the day is breaking | | | | | | | |
342 | Ye valiant soldiers of the cross | | | | | | | |
343 | Down from the willow bough | | | | | | | |
344 | Since man by sin has lost his God | | | | | | | |
345 | Come on, my partners in distress | | | | | | | |
346 | I'll praise my Maker while I've breath | | | | | | | |
347 | Go watch and pray; thou canst not tell | | | | | | | |
348 | The road that many travel | | | | | | | |
349 | The Lord my pasture shall prepare | | | | | | | |
350 | God is our refuge in distress | | | | | | | |
351 | Jesus, thou light of life | | | | | | | |
352 | When in the sultry glebe I faint | | | | | | | |
353 | The mellow eve is gliding | | | | | | | |
354 | From all that's mortal, all that's vain | | | | | | | |
355 | O how you need religion | | | | | | | |
356 | Oh, that I could forever dwell | | | | | | | |
357 | Deathless spirit, now arise! | | | | | | | |
358 | O Christians, will you mourn? | | | | | | | |
359 | From whence doth this union arise | | | | | | | |
360 | Come, my fond fluttering heart | | | | | | | |
361 | These to that dear Source we owe | | | | | | | |
362 | Let me go, my soul is weary | | | | | | | |
363 | Come, sinners, to the gospel feast | | | | | | | |
364 | How painfully pleasing the fond recollection | | | | | | | |
365 | From every stormy wind that blows | | | | | | | |
366 | We'll not give up the Bible, God's holy Book of truth | | | | | | | |
367 | Hasten, sinner, to be wise! | | | | | | | |
368 | When I can read my title clear | | | | | | | |
369 | While angels strike their tuneful strings | | | | | | | |
370 | Hearken, ye sprightly, and attend, ye vain ones | | | | | | | |
371 | Then rising up from supper | | | | | | | |
372 | When I set out for glory | | | | | | | |
373 | Hark! from the tombs a doleful sound | | | | | | | |
374 | What sound is this salutes my ear | [What sound is this salutes my ear?] | | | | | | |
375 | Come, ye disconsolate, where'er ye languish | | | | | | | |
376 | While nature was sinking in stillness to rest | | | | | | | |
377 | Have you heard! have you heard of the sun-bright clime | | | | | | | |
378 | Come, saints and sinners, hear me tell | | | | | | | |
379 | Here we meet to part again | | | | | | | |
380 | Come, thou Fount of every blessing | | | | | | | |
381 | Arise, my soul, arise | | | | | | | |
382 | I'm a stranger here, and my way is drear | | | | | | | |
383 | We shall see a light appear | | | | | | | |
384 | Farewell, my dear brethren! the time is at hand | | | | | | | |
385 | Hail to the Savior King, Jesus Divine | | | | | | | |
386 | He dies! the Friend of sinners dies! | | | | | | | |
387 | There is a glorious world of light | | | | | | | |
388 | On the mountain's top appearing | | | | | | | |
389 | Haste thee on from grace to glory | | | | | | | |
390 | We go the way that leads to God | | | | | | | |
391 | In the furnace God may prove thee | | | | | | | |
392 | Littlle travelers, Zionward | | | | | | | |
393 | Come, Holy Spirit, heavenly Dove | | | | | | | |
394 | Broad is the road that leads to death | | | | | | | |
395 | There's a rest in yonder sky | | | | | | | |
396 | Listen to the gentle promptings | | | | | | | |
397 | Our ship is launched upon the sea | | | | | | | |
398 | Blest be the wisdom and the power | | | | | | | |