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| I | The voice of Free Grace, cries, escape to the mountain | | | | | | | |
| II | O Jesus, my Saviour, to thee I submit | | | | | | | |
| III | How lost was my condition | | | | | | | |
| IV | O God my heart with love inflame | | | | | | | |
| V | The glorious day is drawing nigh | | | | | | | |
| VI | Come and taste, along with me | | | | | | | |
| VII | Behold that great and awful day | | | | | | | |
| VIII | Jerusalem my happy home | | | | | | | |
| IX | O that I had a bosom friend | | | | | | | |
| X | Behold the awful trumpet sounds | | | | | | | |
| XI | What poor despised company | | | | | | | |
| XII | Am I a Soldier of the Cross | | | | | | | |
| XIII | In thee we now together came | | | | | | | |
| XIV | We've found the rock, the trav'ler cried | | | | | | | |
| XV | Saviour, I do feel thy merit | | | | | | | |
| XVI | Oh! give me Lord my sins to mourn | | | | | | | |
| XVII | The time draws nigh when you and I | | | | | | | |
| XVIII | See the Eternal Judge descending | | | | | | | |
| XIX | Brethren farewell, I do you tell | | | | | | | |
| XX | Earth has detain'd me pris'ner long | | | | | | | |
| XXI | Think wordling, think! alas! how vain | | | | | | | |
| XXII | The trumpet of God is sounding abroad | | | | | | | |
| XXIII | Lord! when together here we meet | | | | | | | |
| XXIV | O blessed estate of the dead | | | | | | | |
| XXV | Come, Christian friends, and hear me tell | | | | | | | |
| XXVI | When I can read my title clear | | | | | | | |
| XXVII | There is a land of pure delight | | | | | | | |
| XXVIII | Come, let us lift our voices high | | | | | | | |
| XXIX | Come ye that know the Lord indeed | | | | | | | |
| XXX | Curst be the man, forever curst | | | | | | | |
| XXXI | Now begins the Heav'nly theme | | | | | | | |
| XXXII | How long shall Death the Tyrant reign | | | | | | | |
| XXXIII | The great tremendous day's approaching | | | | | | | |
| XXXIV | Awake my heart, arise my tongue | | | | | | | |
| XXXV | Come all ye poor sinners that from Adam came | | | | | | | |
| XXXVI | Oh! how I have long'd for the coming of God | | | | | | | |
| XXXVII | A solemn march we make | | | | | | | |
| XXXVIII | Drest uniform the soldiers are | | | | | | | |
| XXXIX | O when shall I see Jesus | | | | | | | |
| XL | O don't you hear the alarm | | | | | | | |
| XLI | Wake up my muse, condole the loss | | | | | | | |
| XLII | Listed into the cause of sin | | | | | | | |
| XLIII | Almighty love inspire | | | | | | | |
| XLIV | Burst, ye em'rald gates and bring | | | | | | | |
| XLV | Now the Saviour stands a pleading | | | | | | | |
| XLVI | Oh, if my soul were form'd for woe | | | | | | | |
| XLVII | My thoughts on awful subjects roll | | | | | | | |
| XLVIII | Early my God, without delay | | | | | | | |
| XLIX | Why should we start and fear to die? | | | | | | | |
| L | From regions of Love, lo! an angel descended | | | | | | | |
| LI | Ye virgin souls arise | | | | | | | |
| LII | Lord what a wretched land is this | | | | | | | |
| LIII | Lo! we see the sign appearing | | | | | | | |
| LIV | And are we yet alive | | | | | | | |
| LV | How happy every child of grace | | | | | | | |
| LVI | Hail the gospel jubilee | | | | | | | |
| LVII | Zaccheus climb'd the tree | | | | | | | |
| LVIII | See! how the nations rage together | | | | | | | |
| LIX | Jesus at thy command | | | | | | | |
| LX | As near to Calvary I pass'd | | | | | | | |
| LXI | In evil long I took delight | | | | | | | |
| LXII | Vital spark of heavenly flame | | | | | | | |
| LXIII | Dear friends farewell, I now must go | | | | | | | |
| LXIV | Come all ye weary travellers | | | | | | | |
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