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11 | Life is the time to serve the Lord | | | | | | | |
12 | Shall Wisdom cry aloud | | | | | | | |
13 | There is a fountain fill'd with blood | | | | | | | |
14 | Let thy kingdom, blessed Saviour | | | | | | | |
15 | A charge to keep I have | | | | | | | |
16 | Hail! the blest morn! see the great Mediator | | | | | | | |
17 | Arise, my soul, arise! | | | | | | | |
18a | The day is past and gone | | | | | | | |
18b | I'm on my way to Canaan | | | | | | | |
20 | I am a stranger here below | | | | | | | |
21 | One night as I lay musing | SWEET MESSENGER | | | | | | |
22 | The wond'ring world inquires to know | | | | | | | |
23 | My God, my life, my love | | | | | | | |
24 | Sinners, atke teh friendly warning | | | | | | | |
25 | Tell me Saviour, from above | | | | | | | |
26 | Say now, ye lovely social band | | | | | | | |
27 | Drooping souls no longer grieve | | | | | | | |
28 | The Lord is great, ye host of heav'n adore him | | | | | | | |
29 | Come weary souls, with sins distrest | | | | | | | |
30 | How pleasant, how divinely fair | | | | | | | |
31 | Ye messengers of Christ | | | | | | | |
32 | What happy men, or angels, these | | | | | | | |
33 | Salvation, through our dying God | | | | | | | |
34 | Now your festal rites prepare | | | | | | | |
35 | Behold the lep'rous Jew | | | | | | | |
36a | 'Tis religion that can give | | | | | | | |
36b | Why should I be affrighted at pestilence or war | | | | | | | |
38 | There is a world we have not seen | | | | | | | |
39 | Awake, my soul, in joyful lays | | | | | | | |
40 | Christian, see the orient morning | | | | | | | |
41 | How happy are they | | | | | | | |
42 | Shepherds! rejoice, lift up your eyes | THE SHEPHERDS' JOY | | | | | | |
43 | How firm a foundation, ye saints of the Lord | | | | | | | |
44 | Come, thou fount of ev'ry blessing | | | | | | | |
45 | Thus far the Lord has led me on | | | | | | | |
46 | Ye objects of sense, And enjoyments of time | | | | | | | |
48 | Farewell, my dear brethren, the time is at hand | | | | | | | |
50 | How happy's every child of grace | | | | | | | |
52 | Sweet is the work, my God, my King | | | | | | | |
53 | Let every mortal ear attend | | | | | | | |
54 | My Shepherd will supply my need | | | | | | | |
55 | 'Tis religion that can give | | | | | | | |
56 | As on the cross the Saviour hung | | | | | | | |
58 | His voice, as the sound of the dulcimer sweet | | | | | | | |
59 | O! thou in whose presence my soul takes delight | | | | | | | |
60 | Jesus, thou art the sinner's Friend! | | | | | | | |
61 | Hosanna to Jesus! I'm fill'd with his praises | HOSANNA | | | | | | |
62 | My soul, come, meditate the day | | | | | | | |
63 | My God, my portion, and my love | | | | | | | |
64 | Come all ye young people of ev'ry relation | | | | | | | |
66 | There is a holy city | | | | | | | |
68 | Grace! 'tis a charming sound! | | | | | | | |
69 | Come, saints and sinners, hear me tell | | | | | | | |
70 | When marshall'd on the nightly plain | | | | | | | |
72 | The Lord my shepherd is | | | | | | | |
73 | How condescending, and how kind | | | | | | | |
74 | Earth has engross'd my love too long | | | | | | | |
76 | Awaked by Sinai's awful sound | | | | | | | |
77 | Draw nigh to us, Jehovah | | | | | | | |
78 | Come, all ye tender hearted Christians | | | | | | | |
80 | Precious Bible! what a treasure | | | | | | | |
81 | O for a closer walk with God | | | | | | | |
82 | Why do we mourn departed friends | | | | | | | |
83 | Mixtures of joy and sorrow | | | | | | | |
84 | Come all ye people of my nation | | | | | | | |
85 | My God! the spring of all my joys | | | | | | | |
86 | 'Twas on that dark, and doleful night | | | | | | | |
87 | Oh! turn ye, Oh! turn ye, for why will ye die | | | | | | | |
88 | Jesus, full of all compassion | | | | | | | |
89 | How shall a lost sinner in pain | | | | | | | |
90 | Hark! listen to the trumpets! | | | | | | | |
91 | Begone, unbelief! my Saviour is near | | | | | | | |
92 | Glory to God on high! | | | | | | | |
93 | How many years has man been driven | | | | | | | |
94 | Oh! happy time, long waited for | | | | | | | |
96 | All hail the pow'r of Jesus' name | CORONATION | | | | | | |
97 | While in this vale of sorrow | | | | | | | |
98 | Friendship to ev'ry willing mind | | | | | | | |
99 | Lord, in the morning thou shalt hear | | | | | | | |
100 | To leave my dear friends, and with neighbors to part | | | | | | | |
101 | I'm tired with visits, modes and forms | | | | | | | |
102 | When weeping Mary came to seek | | | | | | | |
103 | Poor mourning soul! in deep distress | | | | | | | |
104 | That glorious day is drawing nigh | | | | | | | |
105 | A story most lovely I'll tell | | | | | | | |
107 | Saviour, visit thy plantation | | | | | | | |
108 | Come, ye sinners, poor and wretched | | | | | | | |
109 | O there will be mourning, mourning, mourning | | | | | | | |
110 | Now the Saviour stands a pleading | | | | | | | |
112 | Come taste along with me | | | | | | | |
114 | Watchman, tell us of the night | | | | | | | |
116 | There is a place, There is a place where my hopes are stay'd | | | | | | | |
117 | Come ye sinners, poor and wretched | | | | | | | |
118 | Christ is set on Zion's hill | | | | | | | |
119 | When I can read my title clear | | | | | | | |
120 | My brethren all, on you I call | | | | | | | |
122 | Our Jesus came into the world | | | | | | | |
124 | We're trav'ling home to heav'n above | | | | | | | |
126 | Oh! when shall I [we] see Jesus | | | | | | | |
128 | Am I a soldier of the cross | | | | | | | |