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I | Come rise, my soul, to noble things | | | | | | | |
II | There is a war proclaim'd above | | | | | | | |
III | Christ's trumpet sounds, let saints be arm'd | | | | | | | |
IV | Come all ye Christians, view | | | | | | | |
V | O come let us sing | | | | | | | |
VI | When the Saviour good and gracious | | | | | | | |
VII | O the amazing love of God | | | | | | | |
VIII | Not all the pow'rs of earth and hell | | | | | | | |
IX | Quit all these foolish trifling toys | | | | | | | |
X | Lord, bring thy church out of distress | | | | | | | |
XI | Methinks I hear my Saviour's voice | | | | | | | |
XII | Come, let us join for to adore | | | | | | | |
XIII | If all the globe belong'd to me | | | | | | | |
XIV | Sing to the Lord and bless his name | | | | | | | |
XV | Well, let this earthly house decay | | | | | | | |
XVI | It is a very pleasant thing | | | | | | | |
XVII | Sing to our Saviour's name | | | | | | | |
XVIII | Amen, the holy angels cry | | | | | | | |
XIX | My soul doth magnify the Lord | | | | | | | |
XX | Try us, O God and search the ground | | | | | | | |
XXI | Awake, and sing the song | | | | | | | |
XXII | Saw ye not the cloud arise | | | | | | | |
XXIII | Blest be my God that i was born | | | | | | | |
XXIV | God moves in a mysterious way | | | | | | | |
XXV | Come ye sinners poor and wretched | | | | | | | |
XXVI | Lord help us on thy love to feed | | | | | | | |
XXVII | Arise, my tend'rest thoughts arise | | | | | | | |
XXVIII | Blow ye the trumpet blow | | | | | | | |
XXIX | This God is the God we adore | | | | | | | |
XXX | Deserters, to the Camp return | | | | | | | |
XXXI | Vain Man thy fond Pursuts forbear | | | | | | | |
XXXII | Once more we come before our God | | | | | | | |
XXXIII | Whatever prompts the Soul to Pride | | | | | | | |
XXXIV | Ye Lambs of Christ's Fold | | | | | | | |
XXXV | Ye Children of God | | | | | | | |
XXXVI | Tho' strait be the Way | | | | | | | |
XXXVII | The Fountain of Christ | | | | | | | |
XXXVIII | Ye Souls that are weak | | | | | | | |
XXXIX | Guide me, oh thou great Jehovah | | | | | | | |
XL | Mourning and drooping, here I lie | | | | | | | |
XLI | Dear Saviour here I panting lie | | | | | | | |
XLII | When Christ shall rend from End to End | | | | | | | |
XLIII | Zion rejoice, lift up your Voice | | | | | | | |
XLIV | Dear Friends, farewel, I go to dwell | | | | | | | |
XLV | Ah! lovely Appearance of Death | | | | | | | |
XLVI | Jesu, Love of my Soul | | | | | | | |
XLVII | Come thou Fount of ev'ry Blessing | | | | | | | |
XLVIII | Come, sinners, to the gospel feast | | | | | | | |
XLIX | Oh for a closer walk with GOD | | | | | | | |
L | Thy judgements, great GOD, are equal and just | | | | | | | |
LI | My Jesus he is ALL to me | | | | | | | |
LII | O tell me no more | | | | | | | |
LIII | When rising from the bed of death | | | | | | | |
LIV | I long to share the happiness | | | | | | | |
LV | Blest be the dear uniting live | | | | | | | |
LVI | Did our Immanuel die for us | | | | | | | |
LVII | In heav'nly Choirs a Question arose | | | | | | | |
LIX | Blessed be God for all | | | | | | | |
LX | Oh that I had a Bosom Friend | | | | | | | |
LXI | Shall I for Fear of feeble Man | | | | | | | |
LXII | When gracious Lord, when shall it be | | | | | | | |
LXIII | I want an Heart to pray | | | | | | | |
LXIV | How meanly dwells th' immortal Mind! | | | | | | | |
LXV | Vital Spark of heav'nly Flame | | | | | | | |
LXVI | Hence from my soul, my sins depart | | | | | | | |
LXVII | Earth has detain'd me pris'ner long | | | | | | | |
LXVIII | Strange that so much of heav'n andhell | | | | | | | |
LXIX | If to Jesus for relief | | | | | | | |
LXX | While shepherds watch'd their flocks by night | | | | | | | |
LXXI | If there are passions in my soul | | | | | | | |
LXXII | Jesus, thy blessings are not few | | | | | | | |
LXXIII | O 'tis a lovely thing to see | | | | | | | |
LXXIV | When darkness long has veil'd my mind | | | | | | | |
LXXV | Rise, my soul, and stretch thy wings | | | | | | | |
LXXVI | Let Zion and her sons rejoice | | | | | | | |
LXXVII | Pray'r was appointed to convey | | | | | | | |
LXXVIII | Glory, glory, glory, glory | | | | | | | |
LXXIX | The Lord that made both heav'n and earth | | | | | | | |
LXXX | The Souls that would to Jesus press | | | | | | | |
LXXXI | Repent, ye sons of men, repent | | | | | | | |
LXXXII | How wond'rous are the works of GOD | | | | | | | |
LXXXIII | Oh, for a glance of heav'nly day | | | | | | | |
LXXXIV | Kind souls, who for the mis'ries moan | | | | | | | |
LXXXV | When John (though a man) | | | | | | | |
LXXXVI | Salvation, oh, the joyful sound! | | | | | | | |
LXXXVII | I am now inclin'd | | | | | | | |
LXXXVIII | Now from the altar of my heart | | | | | | | |
LXXXIX | Who knows but such an one as I | | | | | | | |
XC | Farewel vain world, I bid adieu | | | | | | | |
XCI | That heart is harder than a stone | | | | | | | |
XCII | I sojourn in a vale of tears | | | | | | | |
XCIII | Away dark thoughts, awake, my joy | | | | | | | |
XCIV | O that I had an angel's tongue | | | | | | | |
XCV | Lo, what an entertaining sight | | | | | | | |
XCVI | I long to behold him array'd | | | | | | | |
XCVII | Encourag'd by thy word | | | | | | | |
XCVIII | Saviour, visit thy plantation | | | | | | | |
XCIX | Lo! he comes with clouds descending | | | | | | | |
C | When with my mind devoutly prest | | | | | | | |
CI | He comes! He comes! The Saviour dear | | | | | | | |