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201 | Come, humble sinner, in whose breast | | | | | | | |
202 | Lord, we confess our numerous faults | | | | | | | |
203 | Mistaken souls! that dream of heaven | | | | | | | |
204 | Now let our cheerful eyes survey | | | | | | | |
205 | With joy we meditate the grace | | | | | | | |
206 | The heaven of heavens cannot contain | | | | | | | |
207 | Come, Holy Spirit, heavenly Dove | | | | | | | |
208 | Great God, with wonder and with praise | | | | | | | |
209 | How sweet the name of Jesus sounds | | | | | | | |
210 | Father of mercies, send thy grace | | | | | | | |
211 | Kind are the words that Jesus speaks | | | | | | | |
212 | No change of times shall ever shock | | | | | | | |
213 | Let Zion's watchman all awake | | | | | | | |
214 | Jerusalem! my glorious home! | | | | | | | |
215 | Lo! what a glorious sight appears | | | | | | | |
216 | There is a land of pure delight | | | | | | | |
217 | O Lord, we in thy footsteps tread | | | | | | | |
218 | The Lord my heart has now prepared | | | | | | | |
219 | Prepare us, Lord, to view thy cross | | | | | | | |
220 | How condescending and how kind | | | | | | | |
221 | The promise of my Father's love | | | | | | | |
222 | O Lord, thy tender mercy hears | | | | | | | |
223 | Approach, my soul, the mercy-seat | | | | | | | |
224 | Father, I stretch my hands to thee | | | | | | | |
225 | According to thy gracious word | | | | | | | |
226 | Let plenteous grace descend on those | | | | | | | |
227 | Jerusalem! my glorious home! | | | | | | | |
228 | Jerusalem, my happy home | | | | | | | |
229 | And let this feeble body fail | | | | | | | |
230 | How happy's every child of grace | | | | | | | |
231 | Plunged in a gulf of dark despair | | | | | | | |
232 | When blooming youth is snatched away | | | | | | | |
233 | That awful day will surely come | | | | | | | |
234 | The day approaches, O my soul | | | | | | | |
235 | When, rising from the bed of death | | | | | | | |
236 | Welcome, sweet day of rest | | | | | | | |
237 | Your harps, ye trembling saints | | | | | | | |
238 | The Lord my Shepherd is | | | | | | | |
239 | My soul, repeat his praise | | | | | | | |
240 | All yesterday is gone | | | | | | | |
241 | Raise your triumphant songs | | | | | | | |
242 | Blest Comforter divine | | | | | | | |
243 | O cease, my wandering soul | | | | | | | |
244 | Now is the day of grace | | | | | | | |
245 | Can sinners hope for heaven | | | | | | | |
246 | Grace! 'tis a charming sound! | | | | | | | |
247 | Awake, and sing the song | | | | | | | |
248 | Come, we that love the Lord | | | | | | | |
249 | Ye trembling captives, hear | | | | | | | |
250 | I love the sons of grace | | | | | | | |
251 | Behold what wondrous grace | | | | | | | |
252 | Behold the throne of grace! | | | | | | | |
253 | O bless the Lord, my soul | | | | | | | |
254 | My Maker and my King | | | | | | | |
255 | Behold, the morning sun | | | | | | | |
256 | Come, Holy Spirit, come | | | | | | | |
257 | Not all the blood of beasts | | | | | | | |
258 | Faith is a precious grace | | | | | | | |
259 | How sweet the melting lay | | | | | | | |
260 | Blest are the pure in heart | | | | | | | |
261 | Is this the kind return? | | | | | | | |
262 | O, blessed souls are they | | | | | | | |
263 | And can I yet delay | | | | | | | |
264 | O Lord, thou art my Lord | | | | | | | |
265 | Dear Saviour, we are thine | | | | | | | |
266 | To God, the only wise | | | | | | | |
267 | When gloomy thoughts and fears | | | | | | | |
268 | Once more we meet to pray | | | | | | | |
269 | If on a quiet sea | | | | | | | |
270 | Shall we go on to sin | | | | | | | |
271 | How beauteous are their feet | | | | | | | |
272 | O sing to me of heaven | | | | | | | |
273 | I love thy kingdom, Lord | | | | | | | |
274 | Sow in the morn thy seed | | | | | | | |
275 | Blest are the sons of peace | | | | | | | |
276 | My Saviour, fill my soul | | | | | | | |
277 | Not with our mortal eyes | | | | | | | |
278 | Ah, how shall fallen man | | | | | | | |
279 | How heavy is the night | | | | | | | |
280 | My former hopes are fled | | | | | | | |
281 | Did Christ o'er sinner's weep | | | | | | | |
282 | Unto thee altar, Lord | | | | | | | |
283 | Behold th'amazing sight | | | | | | | |
284 | And must this body die? | GEORGIA | | | | | | |
285 | Like sheep we went astray | | | | | | | |
286 | While my Redeemer's near | | | | | | | |
287 | And canst thou, sinner, slight | | | | | | | |
288 | O, where shall rest be found | | | | | | | |
289 | Another day is past | | | | | | | |
290 | How charming is the place | | | | | | | |
291 | And am I born to die? | | | | | | | |
292 | How tender is thy hand | | | | | | | |
293 | Mine eyes and my desire | | | | | | | |
294 | Thou Lord of all above | | | | | | | |
295 | My soul, be on thy guard | | | | | | | |
296 | Soldiers of Christ, arise | | | | | | | |
297 | Blest be the tie that binds | | | | | | | |
298 | Lord, I would come to thee | | | | | | | |
299 | My God, my prayer attend | | | | | | | |
300 | Here, Saviour, we would come | | | | | | | |