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399 | Come, sinners, to the gospel feast | | | | | | | |
400 | Look up, ye saints, direct your eyes | | | | | | | |
401 | Tempted, wounded, troubled spirit | | | | | | | |
402 | Jesus, lover of my soul | | | | | | | |
403 | When strangers stand and hear me tell | | | | | | | |
404 | Saviour, visit thy plantation | | | | | | | |
405 | When the world my heart is rending | | | | | | | |
406 | To thee, my God and Saviour | | | | | | | |
407 | O God, mine inmost soul convert | | | | | | | |
408 | O Thou who hearest prayer | | | | | | | |
409 | Jesus, our great High Priest | | | | | | | |
410 | Away with our sorrow and fear | | | | | | | |
411 | I have some friends before me gone | | | | | | | |
412 | A home in heaven! what a joyful thought | | | | | | | |
413 | Low down in this beautiful valley | | | | | | | |
414 | All hail! the power of Jesus' name! | CORONATION | | | | | | |
415 | When thou, my righteous Judge, shalt come | | | | | | | |
416 | The morning light is breaking | | | | | | | |
417 | Go, when the morning shineth | | | | | | | |
418 | My span of life will soon be o'er | | | | | | | |
419 | Welcome, delightful morn | | | | | | | |
420 | Though trouble assail us, and dangers affright | | | | | | | |
421 | To-day the Saviour calls | | | | | | | |
422 | Come, all ye sons of Zion | | | | | | | |
423 | O for a thousand tongues, to sing | | | | | | | |
424 | My days, my weeks, my months, my years | | | | | | | |
425 | A few more days on earth to spend | | | | | | | |
426 | There is a fountain filled with blood | | | | | | | |
427 | Round each habitation hovering | | | | | | | |
428 | Come, ye that love the Lord | | | | | | | |
429 | Come let us join our friends above | | | | | | | |
430 | I want a heart to pray | | | | | | | |
431 | Vain are all terrestrial pleasures | | | | | | | |
432 | Filled with holy emulation | | | | | | | |
433 | A few more days on earth to spend | | | | | | | |
434 | Oh, tell me no more | | | | | | | |
435 | Hear the royal proclamation | | | | | | | |
436 | Hear the royal proclamation | | | | | | | |
437 | To-day if you will hear his voice | | | | | | | |
438 | At life's early morn | | | | | | | |
439 | The voice of free grace cries, escape to the mountain | | | | | | | |
440 | Come, all ye young people, of every relation | | | | | | | |
441 | Jesus shall reign where'er the sun | | | | | | | |
442 | How sweet the name of Jesus sounds | | | | | | | |
443 | Lord, dismiss us with thy blessing | | | | | | | |
444 | Don't you see my Saviour coming | | | | | | | |
445 | In Zion God is known | | | | | | | |
446 | The road to heaven by Christ was made | | | | | | | |
447 | Hark! the voice of love and mercy | | | | | | | |
448 | My home is over Jordan | | | | | | | |
449 | How often am I weary | | | | | | | |
450 | I greet lamented the death of my Saviour | | | | | | | |
451 | Come, ye Christians, and adore him | | | | | | | |
452 | The men of grace have found | | | | | | | |
453 | Hark! those bell-tones sweetly pealing | | | | | | | |
454 | The praying spirit breathe | | | | | | | |
455 | The judgment day is coming, coming, coming | | | | | | | |
456 | Come, thou Fount of every blessing | | | | | | | |
457 | Stay, thou insulted Spirit, stay | | | | | | | |
458 | O glory, glory, the gospel is proclaiming | | | | | | | |
459 | When converts first begin to sing | | | | | | | |
460 | The world's no longer mine | | | | | | | |
461 | From ev'ry stormy wind that blows | | | | | | | |
462 | High in yonder realms of light | | | | | | | |
463 | Jesus, I fain would find | | | | | | | |
464 | Our buried friends can we forget | | | | | | | |
465 | My buried friends can I forget? | | | | | | | |
466 | Jerusalem! my happy home! | | | | | | | |
467 | Glory to God, that I have found | | | | | | | |
468 | Children of the heavenly King | | | | | | | |
469 | Shed not a tear, o'er your friend's early bier | | | | | | | |
470 | Though born to suffer and to die | | | | | | | |
471 | When I'm happy hear me sing | | | | | | | |
472 | The day has come, the joyful day | | | | | | | |
473 | Ye who know your sins forgiven | | | | | | | |
474 | My suffering time will soon be o'er | | | | | | | |
475 | I have started for Canaan, must I leave you behind? | | | | | | | |
476 | Nay, but I yield, I yield! | | | | | | | |
477 | How happy every child of grace | | | | | | | |
478 | Let those refuse to sing | | | | | | | |
479 | Thou Lamb of God, for sinners slain | | | | | | | |
480 | Far from these scenes of night | | | | | | | |
481 | When the Lord was crucified | | | | | | | |
482 | A charge to keep I have | | | | | | | |
483 | Come, O thou Traveler unknown | LIBERTY | | | | | | |
484 | Come, O thou traveller unknown | WRESTLING JACOB | | | | | | |
485 | We all strangers are | | | | | | | |
486 | Let me stay! my soul is feasting | | | | | | | |
487 | Gently, Lord! oh, gently lead us | | | | | | | |
488 | We're going home, we've had visions bright | | | | | | | |
489 | Haste, my dull soul, arise | | | | | | | |
490 | Help me to watch and pray | | | | | | | |
491 | Watchman! tell us of the night | | | | | | | |
492 | Skeptic, spare that Book | | | | | | | |
493 | Time is winging us away | | | | | | | |
494 | Sure I must fight if I would reign | | | | | | | |
495 | Home at last! home at last! | | | | | | | |
496 | Grace! 'tis a charming sound | | | | | | | |
497 | I'm a lonely traveler here | | | | | | | |
498 | The morning star of hope and love | | | | | | | |