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143 | Hark! ten thousand harps and voices | | | | | | | |
144 | And must I be to judgment brought | | | | | | | |
145a | Courage, my soul, thy bitter cross | | | | | | | |
145b | My God, the spring of all my joys | | | | | | | |
146 | Jesus shall reign where'er the sun | | | | | | | |
147a | I know that my Redeemer lives | | | | | | | |
147b | Jesus, and shall it ever be | | | | | | | |
148 | Come, ye sinners, poor and needy | | | | | | | |
150 | Come, sinners to the gospel feast | | | | | | | |
151 | O that my load of sin were gone | | | | | | | |
152 | My sins are washed away in the blood of the Lamb! | | | | | | | |
153 | I will never, never leave thee | | | | | | | |
154 | When the morning light drives away the night | | | | | | | |
156 | Joy to the world, the Lord is come! | | | | | | | |
157 | Jesus!--the Name that charms our fears | | | | | | | |
158 | God forbid that I should glory | | | | | | | |
160 | When I can read my title clear | | | | | | | |
161 | The day has come, the joyful day | | | | | | | |
162 | Hark, my soul, it is the Lord! | | | | | | | |
163 | Depth of mercy! can there be | | | | | | | |
164 | I am so very young, mother | | | | | | | |
166 | Here we throng to praise the Lord | | | | | | | |
168 | O, brethren, will you meet me | | | | | | | |
169 | With joy again, kind friends, we meet you | | | | | | | |
170 | There's a land far away 'mid the stars, we are told | | | | | | | |
172 | Stand up, stand up for Jesus | | | | | | | |
174 | Whither, pilgrims, are you going | [Whither, pilgrims, are you going] | | | | | | |
176 | I'm a lonely trav'ler here, weary, opprest | | | | | | | |
177 | What to me are earth's pleasures, and what its flowing tears | | | | | | | |
178 | Lord, how secure and blest are they | | | | | | | |
179 | I thirst, thou wounded Lamb of God | | | | | | | |
180 | Our Father in heaven we hallow thy name | | | | | | | |
181a | My rest is in heaven--my home is not here | | | | | | | |
181b | What seraph-like music steals over the sea | | | | | | | |
182 | My heavenly home is bright and fair | | | | | | | |
183 | Home at last! home at last! | | | | | | | |
184 | Alas! and did my Saviour bleed? | | | | | | | |
185 | How happy every child of grace | | | | | | | |
186 | The pearl the worldlings covet | | | | | | | |
187 | We have heard of that bright, that holy land | | | | | | | |
188 | An alien from God, and a stranger to grace | | | | | | | |
189 | There is a spot to me more dear | | | | | | | |
190 | Sing, O sing the song of gladness | | | | | | | |
191 | I have a heavenly chartered bank | | | | | | | |
192 | The morning star of hope and love | | | | | | | |
193 | My latest sun is sinking fast | | | | | | | |
194 | Just as I am, without one plea | | | | | | | |
195 | We're marching to the promised land | | | | | | | |
196 | If I in thy likeness, oh Lord may awake | | | | | | | |
197 | Have you heard, have you heard of that sunbright clime | | | | | | | |
198 | There is a land of pure delight | | | | | | | |
199 | O sing to me of Heaven | | | | | | | |
200 | Though in the outward church below | | | | | | | |
201a | Sister, thou wast mild and lovely | | | | | | | |
201b | Hark! the Sabbath bells are ringing! | | | | | | | |
202 | How firm a foundation, ye saints of the Lord | | | | | | | |
203 | Let me go, the day is breaking | | | | | | | |
204 | How sweet to reflect on those joys that await me | | | | | | | |
205 | I have a Father in the promised land | | | | | | | |
206 | My faith looks up to thee | | | | | | | |
207 | Jesus! thy love shall we forget | | | | | | | |
208 | With joy we meet | | | | | | | |
209 | We were crowded in the cabin | | | | | | | |
210 | I dread thee not, thou darksome grave | | | | | | | |
211a | I think, when I read that sweet story of old | | | | | | | |
211b | "Be good, little children," your mother will say | | | | | | | |
212 | Woe, woe to the sinner, who lives in his sin | | | | | | | |
213 | Jesus, my all to heaven is gone | | | | | | | |
214 | Brethren while we sojourn here | | | | | | | |
215 | He dies! the friend of sinners dies! | | | | | | | |
216 | I'm glad that I am born to die | | | | | | | |
217 | Hear the royal proclamation | | | | | | | |
218 | When marshal'ed on the nightly plain | | | | | | | |
219 | Who shall sing, if not the children? | | | | | | | |
220 | This book is all that's left me now! | | | | | | | |
221 | A home in heaven! what a joyful thought | | | | | | | |
222a | Silent night! hallow'd night | | | | | | | |
222b | My Bible leads to glory | | | | | | | |
223 | How painfully pleasing the fond recollection | | | | | | | |
224 | Mary to the Savior's tomb | | | | | | | |
240 | When Christians meet we hear them say | | | | | | | |
241 | The Lord has pardoned all my sins | | | | | | | |
242 | Say my brother will you meet me? | | | | | | | |
243a | Did Christ o'er sinner's weep | | | | | | | |
243b | My soul be on thy guard; Ten thousand foes arise | | | | | | | |
243c | Blest be the tie that binds Our hearts in Christian love | | | | | | | |
244 | The Lord is in his holy temple | | | | | | | |
245 | Lord, thou hast been favorable unto thy land | | | | | | | |
246 | I'm but a stranger here, heaven is my home | | | | | | | |
248 | My days are gliding swiftly by | | | | | | | |
249a | While life prolongs its precious light | | | | | | | |
249b | Show pity, Lord, O Lord, forgive; Let a repentant rebel live | | | | | | | |
250 | We are out on the ocean, sailing | | | | | | | |
251a | There is a spot to me more dear, Than native vale or mountain | | | | | | | |
251b | My buried friends can I forget? Or must the grave eternal sever? | | | | | | | |
252 | Come all who would to glory go | | | | | | | |
253 | Jesus, and shall it ever be | | | | | | | |
254 | Jesus, lover of my soul | | | | | | | |
255 | Watchman, tell us of the night | | | | | | | |
256 | Guide me, O thou great Jehovah | | | | | | | |