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201 | In the house of king David a fountain | | | | | | | |
202 | My gracious Redeemer I [I'll] love | | | | | | | |
203 | Awake, and sing the song of Moses and the Lamb | | | | | | | |
204 | Ye angels, who stand round the throne | | | | | | | |
205 | Adieu, my dear brethren, adieu | | | | | | | |
206 | Ye sons of the main, ye that [who] sail o'er the flood | | | | | | | |
207 | Rise, my soul, shake off thy fears | | | | | | | |
208 | Spare, mighty God, in mercy spare | | | | | | | |
209 | Although the vine its fruit deny | | | | | | | |
210 | I'm not ashamed to own my [the] Lord | | | | | | | |
211 | Come, my brethren, let us try | | | | | | | |
212 | When I set out for glory | | | | | | | |
213 | Jesus, thou art the sinner's friend | | | | | | | |
214 | On the brink of fiery ruin | | | | | | | |
215 | Richest source of purest pleasure | | | | | | | |
216 | Almighty love inspire My heart [soul] with sacred fire [pure desire] | | | | | | | |
217 | Jesus, I love thy charming name | | | | | | | |
218 | Come brethren and sisters, that [who] love my [our] dear Lord | | | | | | | |
219 | Come and taste along with me, consolation running free | | | | | | | |
220 | How happy every child of grace, The soul that's filled | | | | | | | |
221 | God counts the sorrows of his saints | | | | | | | |
222 | When languor and disease invade | | | | | | | |
223 | With joy let each afflicted saint | | | | | | | |
224 | In God let all his saints rejoice | | | | | | | |
225 | Children of God renounce your fear | | | | | | | |
226 | I love the Lord, is still the strain | | | | | | | |
227 | O that I had some humble [sacred] [secret] place | | | | | | | |
228 | Sweet the moments, rich in blessing | | | | | | | |
229 | Sweet muse, descend, and bless the shade | | | | | | | |
230 | Our souls by [in] love together knit [drawn] [joined] | | | | | | | |
231 | Bright scenes of glory strike my sense | | | | | | | |
232 | There shall we reign with Jesus | | | | | | | |
233 | There is a holy city | | | | | | | |
234 | Vital spark of heavenly flame | | | | | | | |
235 | O may I worthy prove to see The saints in full prosperity | | | | | | | |
236 | In vain my [the] fancy strives to paint The moment after death | | | | | | | |
237 | Death cannot make our souls afraid, If God be with us there | | | | | | | |
238 | The fields are all white and the harvest is near | | | | | | | |
239 | Hark, the heralds of salvation | | | | | | | |
240 | Faith is the Christian's prop | | | | | | | |
241 | Sing to the Lord above | | | | | | | |
242 | Daniel's wisdom may I know, Stephen's faith | | | | | | | |
243 | O that I had a faithful friend | | | | | | | |
244 | In the floods of tribulation | | | | | | | |
245 | Dearest Jesus, though unseen, My believing heart must love thee | | | | | | | |
246 | Mid [midst] scenes of confusion and creature complaints | | | | | | | |
247 | The chariot, the chariot, its wheels roll [in] fire | | | | | | | |
248 | For what shall I praise thee | | | | | | | |
249 | Lord, our ransomed souls adore thee | | | | | | | |
250 | When weeping Mary came to seek | | | | | | | |
251 | When tossed on error's stormy tide | | | | | | | |
252 | When pulse beats low and cheeks grow pale | | | | | | | |
253 | My heart and my tongue shall unite in the praise | | | | | | | |
254 | O Lord, how great's the favor | | | | | | | |
255 | Daughter of Zion, awake from thy sadness | | | | | | | |
256 | If life's pleasures charm [cheer] thee [you], give them not thy [your] heart | | | | | | | |
257 | To see a pilgrim as he dies, with glory in his view | | | | | | | |
258 | How sweet to reflect on the [those] joys that await me [us] | | | | | | | |
259 | I love my blessed Savior, I feel I'm in his favor | | | | | | | |
260 | Jesus, while he dwelt below | | | | | | | |
261 | See how the scriptures are fulfilling | | | | | | | |
262 | An alien from God, and a stranger to grace | | | | | | | |
263 | When by sin overwhelmed, shame covers my [our] face | | | | | | | |
264 | How sad are the moments when wandering from God | | | | | | | |
265 | Fare ye well, ye favorite few | | | | | | | |
266 | 'Tis sweet to rest in lively hope | | | | | | | |
267 | O joyful thought, O rapturous words | | | | | | | |
268 | Child of prosperity, nursling of vanity | | | | | | | |
269 | The Christians of old, united in one | | | | | | | |
270 | Behold the man, three score and ten | | | | | | | |
271 | Glorious things of thee are spoken | | | | | | | |
272 | Sometimes a light surprises | | | | | | | |
273 | The Lord my Shepherd is, I shall be well supplied | | | | | | | |
274 | Servant of God, well done, rest | | | | | | | |
275 | What are these in bright array | | | | | | | |
276 | Come, let us join our friends above, who [that] have obtained the prize | | | | | | | |
277 | O how extensive is thy grace | | | | | | | |
278 | Let worldly minds the world pursue | | | | | | | |
279 | Songs of praise the angels sang | | | | | | | |
280 | When on the margin of the grave | | | | | | | |
281 | Can we believe thy precious word | | | | | | | |
282 | How peaceful is the closing scene | | | | | | | |
283 | A few more days preserve me here | | | | | | | |
284 | Almighty Sovereign of the skies | | | | | | | |
285 | O for that bright and glorious day | | | | | | | |
286 | Sweet are the sounds that reached our ears | | | | | | | |
287 | When on the cross my Lord I see | | | | | | | |
288 | Peace be to this habitation | | | | | | | |
289 | Give me the faith which [that] can remove | | | | | | | |
290 | Come Christian brethren ere we part | | | | | | | |
291 | Glory to thee, my [our] God [O Lord], this night [day] | | | | | | | |
292 | The Lord shall [will] come, the earth shall [will] quake | | | | | | | |
293 | The long expected morn has dawned | | | | | | | |
294 | How beautiful the sight Of brethren who agree | | | | | | | |
295 | Returning to his throne above | | | | | | | |
296a | This sacred spot, O Lord, to thee We consecrate | | | | | | | |
296b | Camp meetings with thy presence crown | | | | | | | |
297 | May the grace of Christ [God] our [the] Savior | | | | | | | |
298 | Brethren, this is sweet employment | | | | | | | |
299 | Now brethren, to your homes repair | | | | | | | |