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1 | What's this that steals--That steals upon my frame? | | | | | | | |
2 | Awake, Jerusalem, awake | | | | | | | |
3 | Dread Sovereign, let my evening song | | | | | | | |
4 | Raise, thoughtless sinner, raise thine eye | | | | | | | |
5 | Supported by the word | | | | | | | |
6 | 'Twas when the seas with horrid roar | | | | | | | |
7 | The day is past and gone | | | | | | | |
8 | Pray on my brethren in the Lord | | | | | | | |
9 | Am I a soldier of the cross | | | | | | | |
10 | Holy Bible, Book Divine! | | | | | | | |
11 | Watchman! tell us of the night | | | | | | | |
12 | There is a heaven o'er yonder skies | | | | | | | |
13 | I love to steal awhile away | | | | | | | |
14 | All who seek a throne of grace | | | | | | | |
15 | Vital spark of heav'nly flame! | | | | | | | |
16 | Of Him who did Salvation bring | | | | | | | |
17 | There is a fountain fill'd with blood | | | | | | | |
18 | Brethren, we are met to worship | | | | | | | |
19 | The bark was frail, the shore was far | | | | | | | |
20 | Love brings to Christ a burning heart | | | | | | | |
21 | Unthinking, idle, wild and young | | | | | | | |
22 | Jesus, dear name, how sweet the sound! | | | | | | | |
23 | Ye morning stars that sing and shine | | | | | | | |
24 | Am I prepared to die | | | | | | | |
25 | Though faint and sick, and worn away | | | | | | | |
26 | Thou art gone to the grave! | | | | | | | |
27 | Chide not the lingering hours of life | | | | | | | |
28 | Free, yet in chains, the mountains stand | | | | | | | |
29 | In deep suspense I sought to know | | | | | | | |
30 | Yea, if God blesses, I am bless'd | | | | | | | |
31 | The cold winds swept the mountain height | | | | | | | |
32 | That I shall die, full well I know | | | | | | | |
33 | How hath he loved us?--Ask the star | | | | | | | |
34 | One song of praise, one song of prayer | | | | | | | |
35 | Watcher!--Who wakest by the bed of pain | | | | | | | |
36 | Hast thou a brother unreclaimed | | | | | | | |
37 | Yes, my native land I love thee | | | | | | | |
38 | I asked her when in beauty dress'd | | | | | | | |
39 | Jesus! I my cross have taken | | | | | | | |
40 | From whence doth this union arise | | | | | | | |
41 | Why should vain mortals tremble at the sight of | | | | | | | |
42 | Come, humble sinner, in whose breast | | | | | | | |
43 | There is a treasure richer far | | | | | | | |
44 | My days, my weeks, my months, my years | | | | | | | |
45 | By whom was David taught | | | | | | | |
46 | Hark! what is that note, so mournful and slow | | | | | | | |
47 | Come, all ye young people of every nation | | | | | | | |
48 | Ah! what is life? I heard one ask | | | | | | | |
49 | Hark! brethren, don't you hear the sound | | | | | | | |
50[46] | The reason we love friendship | | | | | | | |
51[47] | While, with ceaseless course, the sun | | | | | | | |
52[48] | In airy dreams of gay delight | | | | | | | |
53[49] | Farewell, all worldly honors | | | | | | | |
54[50] | Brethren, while we sojourn here | | | | | | | |
55[51] | What is death?--Let mortals say | | | | | | | |
56[52] | Farewell! beloved companions | | | | | | | |
57[53] | How sweet the thought! while here in tears | | | | | | | |
58[59] | My God, through every earthly hope | | | | | | | |
59[60] | My husband, there are reasons why | | | | | | | |
60[61] | Count not thy days that have idly flown | | | | | | | |
61[62] | What is the world?--a wildering maze | | | | | | | |
62[63] | Soldiers of the cross arise | | | | | | | |
63[64] | When secret sins before us rise | | | | | | | |
64[65] | O God of mercy, grace and truth | | | | | | | |
65[66] | The Great God of Love hath shown us the way | | | | | | | |
66[67] | Come and taste along with me | | | | | | | |
67[68] | Death, he is the king of terrors | | | | | | | |
68[69] | The great tremendous day's approaching | | | | | | | |
69[70] | In what confusion earth appears! | | | | | | | |
70[71] | From Greenland's icy mountains | | | | | | | |
71[72] | Blest land of Judea! thrice hallowed of song | | | | | | | |
72[73] | Thus saith the Lord of glory | | | | | | | |
73[74] | Where two or three together meet | | | | | | | |
74[75] | The lightnings bright flash | | | | | | | |
75[76] | Hail to the Lord's anointed! | | | | | | | |
76[77] | Come, warm my heart, celestial fire | | | | | | | |
77[78] | From o'er the Rocky Mountains | | | | | | | |
78[79] | Sweet is the early breath of morn | | | | | | | |
79[80] | When gathering clouds around I view | | | | | | | |
80[81] | With courage bold, the watchmen stand | | | | | | | |
81[82] | O land of rest, we look to thee | | | | | | | |
82[83] | When strangers stand, and hear me tell | | | | | | | |
83[84] | What is the thing of highest price | | | | | | | |
84[85] | Trust in Heaven!--when o'er thy path | | | | | | | |
85[86] | Asleep in Jesus! blessed sleep! | | | | | | | |
86[87] | Thy neighbor? It is he whom thou | | | | | | | |
87[88] | Oh, what is a man of hope deprived! | | | | | | | |
88[89] | Raise the Christian standard higher | | | | | | | |
89 | When the Prodigal return'd | | | | | | | |
90 | Listen, ye sprightly, and attend ye vain ones | | | | | | | |
91 | I'm on my way to Canaan | | | | | | | |
92 | Farewell, my brethren in the Lord | | | | | | | |
93 | To leave my dear friends and with neighbors to part | | | | | | | |
94 | Why, O, my soul! why thus depress'd | | | | | | | |
95 | On they pressed mid hope and fear | | | | | | | |
96 | Daniel's wisdom may I know | | | | | | | |
97 | My dearest friends in bonds of love | | | | | | | |
98 | Rise my soul, and stretch thy wings | | | | | | | |
99 | When we our wearied limbs to rest | | | | | | | |
100 | While nature was sinking in stillness to rest | | | | | | | |