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1 | Am I a soldier of the cross | | | | | | | |
2 | In evil long I took delight | | | | | | | |
3 | Jesus my all to heaven has gone | | | | | | | |
4 | The rains descended, and the floods | | | | | | | |
5 | How precious is the name, brethren sing, brethren sing | | | | | | | |
6 | I knew I was a sinner, the call it was loud | | | | | | | |
7 | This book is all that's left me now! | | | | | | | |
8 | I'm a pilgrim, and I'm a stragner | | | | | | | |
9 | Saw ye my Savior! Saw ye my Savior! | | | | | | | |
10 | Now behold the Savior pleading | | | | | | | |
11 | Come ye disconsolate, where’er you languish | | | | | | | |
12 | Christians, we have met for worship | | | | | | | |
13 | When thou, my righteous Judge, shalt come | | | | | | | |
14 | Did Christ o'er sinners weep | | | | | | | |
15 | Glory to God that I have found | | | | | | | |
16 | Dark and thorny is the desert | | | | | | | |
17 | The pure testimony poured forth in the Spirit | | | | | | | |
18 | How firm a foundation, ye saints of the Lord | | | | | | | |
19 | Where two or three with sweet accord | | | | | | | |
20 | Come, my brethren, let us try | | | | | | | |
21 | From whence doth this union arise | | | | | | | |
22 | Whither goest thou, pilgrim stranger | | | | | | | |
23 | Brethren, while we sojourn here | | | | | | | |
24 | When marshall'd on the nightly plain | | | | | | | |
25 | The day is past and gone | | | | | | | |
26 | To leave my dear friends, and with my neighbors to part | | | | | | | |
27 | As on the cross the Savior hung | | | | | | | |
28 | What heavenly music do I hear | | | | | | | |
29 | Come, thou fount of every blessing | | | | | | | |
30 | Come we that love the Lord | | | | | | | |
31 | When strangers stand and hear me tell | | | | | | | |
32 | Salvation! O, the joyful sound! | | | | | | | |
33 | By whom was David taught | | | | | | | |
34 | When I can read my title clear | | | | | | | |
35 | The Lord into his garden comes | | | | | | | |
36 | Welcome sweet day of rest | | | | | | | |
37 | Young people, all attention give | | | | | | | |
38 | Hail thou blest morn, when the great Mediator | | | | | | | |
39 | Come, anxious sinner, in whose breast | | | | | | | |
40 | O how happy are they | | | | | | | |
41 | I love to steal awhile away | | | | | | | |
42 | Ye objects of sense and enjoyments of time | | | | | | | |
43 | Begone unbelief, my Savior is near | | | | | | | |
44 | O when shall I see Jesus | | | | | | | |
45 | A fountain in Jesus which runs always free | | | | | | | |
46 | Lo! he comes, with clouds descending | | | | | | | |
47 | The Gospel trumpet has been blown | | | | | | | |
48 | Jerusalem, my happy home | | | | | | | |
49 | Hark! my soul, it is the Lord | | | | | | | |
50 | Sinners, will ye scorn the message | | | | | | | |
51 | Come Holy Spirit, heav'nly dove | | | | | | | |
52 | O for a closer walk with God | | | | | | | |
53 | Alas! and did my Savior bleed? | | | | | | | |
54 | Arise, my soul, arise | | | | | | | |
55 | O turn ye, poor sinners, for why will ye die | | | | | | | |
56 | Jesus, I my cross have taken | | | | | | | |
57 | My days, my weeks, my months, my years | | | | | | | |
58 | How tedious and tasteless the hours | | | | | | | |
59 | O could my soul this morning rise | | | | | | | |
60 | How happy is the pilgrim's lot | | | | | | | |
61 | O thou in whose presence My soul takes delight | | | | | | | |
62 | On Jordan's stormy banks I stand | | | | | | | |
63 | Lord, at thy temple we appear | | | | | | | |
64 | There is an hour of peaceful rest | | | | | | | |
65 | He dies! the Friend of sinners dies | | | | | | | |
66 | O come, come away from sin, that dreadful monster | | | | | | | |
67 | How happy every child of grace | | | | | | | |
68 | Come, ye sinners, poor and needy | | | | | | | |
69 | Why sleep we, my brethren, come let us arise | | | | | | | |
70 | The pleasures of earth, I have seen fade away | | | | | | | |
71 | I'm not ashamed to own my Lord | | | | | | | |
72 | I would not live alway, I ask not to stay | | | | | | | |
73 | Ah, whither should I go | | | | | | | |
74 | Almighty Savior, here we stand | | | | | | | |
75 | Salem's bright King, Jesus by name | | | | | | | |
76 | Do we not know that solemn word | | | | | | | |
77 | To the flowing stream of Jordan | | | | | | | |
78 | Behold, the grave where Jesus lay | | | | | | | |
79 | There's not a bright and beaming smile | | | | | | | |
80 | In all my Lord's appointed ways | | | | | | | |
81 | Since man, by sin, has lost his God | | | | | | | |
82 | Burst, ye emerald gates, and bring | | | | | | | |
83 | What various hind'rances we meet | | | | | | | |
84 | The pearl that worldlings covet | | | | | | | |
85 | How lost was my condition | | | | | | | |
86 | Say, sinner, hath a voice within | | | | | | | |
87 | Lift up your hearts, Immanuel's friends | | | | | | | |
88 | O for a heart that loves to pray | | | | | | | |
89 | Before thy throne, O Lord, we bow | | | | | | | |
90 | Jesus! and shall it ever be | | | | | | | |
91 | Sinners, this solemn truth regard | | | | | | | |
92 | Lift up your hearts to things above | | | | | | | |
93 | Hail ye sighing sons of sorrow | | | | | | | |
94 | And let this feeble body fail | | | | | | | |
95 | Hark! what cry arrests my ear? | | | | | | | |
96 | Fly, thou heavenly gospel message | | | | | | | |
97 | Go, preach my gospel, saith the Lord | | | | | | | |
98 | From Greenland's icy mountains | | | | | | | |
99 | Yes, my native land, I love thee | | | | | | | |
100 | Blow ye the trumpet, blow | | | | | | | |