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1 | Come, my soul, thy suit prepare | | | | | | | |
2 | O Thou, whose tender mercy hears | | | | | | | |
3 | Prostrate, dear Jesus, at thy feet | | | | | | | |
4 | Oh, that I knew the secret place | | | | | | | |
5 | Dear refuge of my weary soul | | | | | | | |
6 | Jesus, lover of my soul | | | | | | | |
7 | Son of God, thy blessing grant | | | | | | | |
8 | Lord, we come before thee now | | | | | | | |
9 | Once I tho't my mountain strong | | | | | | | |
10 | Save me, Lord, in this distress | | | | | | | |
11 | Blessed are the sons of God | | | | | | | |
12 | Glory be to God on high | | | | | | | |
13 | Father, Son, and Holy Ghost, One in three, and three in one | | | | | | | |
14 | Alas! And did my Saviour bleed | | | | | | | |
15 | Come, trembling sinner, in whose breast | | | | | | | |
16 | Ye wretched, hungry, starving poor | | | | | | | |
17 | Behold the Saviour of mankind | | | | | | | |
18 | On the mountain's top appearing | | | | | | | |
19 | Now we hail the happy dawning | | | | | | | |
20 | How sweet the name of Jesus sounds | | | | | | | |
21 | The Saviour calls, Let ev'ry ear | | | | | | | |
22 | Let every mortal ear attend | | | | | | | |
23 | The God of mercy be ador'd | | | | | | | |
24 | Ye humble souls, approach your God | | | | | | | |
25 | Dearest of all the names above | | | | | | | |
26 | Hail! thou once despised Jesus | | | | | | | |
27 | Sweet the moments, rich in blessing | | | | | | | |
28 | In this world of sin and sorrow | | | | | | | |
29 | Gently, Lord, O gently lead us | | | | | | | |
30 | O, my soul, what means this sadness | | | | | | | |
31 | Come, thou Fount of every blessing | | | | | | | |
32 | God, dismiss us with thy blessing | | | | | | | |
33 | Hail, Immanuel, ever gracious! | | | | | | | |
34 | They have gone to the land where the patriarchs rest | | | | | | | |
35 | Hearts of stone, relent, relent | | | | | | | |
36 | There is a fountain fill'd with blood | FOUNTAIN | | | | | | |
37 | Come, let us draw near | | | | | | | |
38 | How happy are they, Who the Saviour obey | | | | | | | |
39 | Our voices we raise | | | | | | | |
40 | Drooping souls, no longer mourn | | | | | | | |
41 | Dying souls, fast bound in sin | | | | | | | |
42 | Jesus, our Prince and Saviour | | | | | | | |
43 | Sometimes a light surprises | | | | | | | |
44 | How lost was my condition | | | | | | | |
45 | Convinc'd of sin, Oh now begin | | | | | | | |
46 | Ancient of days! Thy name we praise | | | | | | | |
47 | O, God of grace And righteousness | | | | | | | |
48 | While here I sit At Jesus' feet | | | | | | | |
49 | Light of those whose dreary dwelling | | | | | | | |
50 | Love divine, all love excelling | | | | | | | |
51 | Glorious things of thee are spoken | | | | | | | |
52 | Come, ye that love the Lord | | | | | | | |
53 | Now let our voices join | | | | | | | |
54 | How charming is the place | | | | | | | |
55 | O, bless the Lord, my soul! | | | | | | | |
56 | Sinner, stop! O stop and think | | | | | | | |
57 | Come ye disconsolate, where’er ye languish | | | | | | | |
58 | Come hither all ye weary souls | | | | | | | |
59 | From Greenland's icy mountains | | | | | | | |
60 | Hail, to the Lord's anointed! | | | | | | | |
61 | There is an hour of hallowed peace | | | | | | | |
62 | There is a land of pure delight | | | | | | | |
63 | Jesus! the vision of thy face | | | | | | | |
64 | The God of mercy be ador'd | | | | | | | |
65 | Begin, my soul, th'exalted lay | | | | | | | |
66 | How happy shall thy children be | | | | | | | |
67 | O, could I speak the matchless worth | | | | | | | |
68 | Ah, tell me no more Of the worldling's vain store | | | | | | | |
69 | O Jesus, our Lord, Thy name be ador'd | | | | | | | |
70 | Return, O wand'rer, now return | | | | | | | |
71 | My soul, be on thy guard! | | | | | | | |
72 | Give to the winds thy fears | | | | | | | |
73 | Ye messengers of Christ | | | | | | | |
74 | Almighty Maker, God! How wond'rous is thy name! | | | | | | | |
75 | The present moment flies | | | | | | | |
76 | Raise your triumphant songs | | | | | | | |
77 | Children of the heav'nly King | | | | | | | |
78 | Now begin the heav'nly theme | | | | | | | |
79 | People of the living God! | | | | | | | |
80 | Dust and ashes though we be | | | | | | | |
81 | Sing we to our God above | | | | | | | |
82 | The God of love will sure indulge | | | | | | | |
83 | Thou only Sovereign of my heart | | | | | | | |
84 | When I survey the wond'rous cross | | | | | | | |
85 | Deep are the wounds which sin has made | | | | | | | |
86 | Come weary souls, with sin distrest | | | | | | | |
87 | Brightness of glory, thou God of the morning! | | | | | | | |
88 | Daughter of Zion, awake from thy sadness | | | | | | | |
89 | Time is winging us away | | | | | | | |
90 | Vain, delusive world, adieu | | | | | | | |
91 | Lamb of God, whose bleeding love | | | | | | | |
92 | Jerusalem! Jerusalem! enthroned once on high | | | | | | | |
93 | Jerusalem, my happy home, name ever dear to me | | | | | | | |
94 | There is a harp whose thrilling sound | | | | | | | |
95 | Sweet is the scene where Christians die | | | | | | | |
96 | Jesus shall reign where'er the sun | | | | | | | |
97 | Sweet was the time when first I felt | | | | | | | |
98 | When thee I seek, protecting Power! | | | | | | | |
99 | Far from the world, O Lord, I flee | | | | | | | |
100 | Father, whate'er of earthly bliss | | | | | | | |