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1 | O, when shall I see Jesus | | | | | | | |
2 | Together let us sweetly live | | | | | | | |
3 | O, how happy are they | | | | | | | |
4 | Rouse ye at the Saviour's call | | | | | | | |
5 | A poor wayfaring man of grief | | | | | | | |
6 | Now the Saviour standeth pleading | | | | | | | |
7 | O thou in whose presence my soul takes delight | | | | | | | |
8 | Today the Saviour calls | | | | | | | |
9 | All hail the power of Jesus' name! | | | | | | | |
10 | Awake, my soul, in joyful lays | | | | | | | |
11 | When marshalled on the nightly plain | | | | | | | |
12 | Farewell, dear friends, I must be gone | | | | | | | |
13 | Arise, my soul, arise! | | | | | | | |
14 | Brethren, while we sojourn here | | | | | | | |
15 | Whither goest thou, pilgrim stranger | | | | | | | |
16 | To leave my dear friends, and with neighbors to depart | | | | | | | |
17 | Attend, ye saints, and hear me tell | | | | | | | |
18 | Awaked by Sinai's awful sound | | | | | | | |
19 | The morning light is breaking; the darkness disappears | | | | | | | |
20 | What heavenly music do I hear | | | | | | | |
21 | Mid scenes of confusion and creature complaints | | | | | | | |
22 | An alien from God, and a stranger to grace | | | | | | | |
23 | Yes, there's one place like home | | | | | | | |
24 | There is a land of pure delight | | | | | | | |
25 | We're traveling home to heaven above | | | | | | | |
26 | Hark! how the gospel trumpet sounds | | | | | | | |
27 | I thirst, thou wounded Lamb of God | | | | | | | |
28 | There is a place of waveless rest | | | | | | | |
29 | When shall we meet again? | | | | | | | |
30 | The day is past and gone | | | | | | | |
31 | How lost was my condition | | | | | | | |
32 | Come, ye disconsolate, where'er ye languish | | | | | | | |
33 | From whence doth this union arise? | | | | | | | |
34 | When the waves of life o'ertake me | | | | | | | |
35 | There is an hour of peaceful rest | | | | | | | |
36 | Sweet land of rest! For thee I sigh | | | | | | | |
37 | The Lord into his garden comes | | | | | | | |
38 | Sinners are bending low at the throne | | | | | | | |
39 | Jerusalem, my happy home | | | | | | | |
40 | Hail! the blest morn when the great Mediator | | | | | | | |
41 | How tedious and tasteless the hours | | | | | | | |
42 | When sorrows encompass me round | | | | | | | |
43 | Vain, delusive world, adieu | | | | | | | |
44 | Hail, sweetest, dearest, tie that binds | | | | | | | |
45 | When I can read my title clear | | | | | | | |
46 | Children of Zion, what harp notes are stealing | | | | | | | |
47 | Here o'er the earth as a stranger I roam | | | | | | | |
48 | O come, my loving neighbors, will you go to glory with me? | | | | | | | |
49 | What's this that steals, that steals away my breath? | | | | | | | |
50 | When converts first begin to sing | | | | | | | |
51 | Let thy Kingdom, blessed Saviour | | | | | | | |
52 | Hail, sovereign love, that first began | | | | | | | |
53 | How happy every child of grace | | | | | | | |
54 | O there will be mourning | | | | | | | |
55 | God is the refuge of his saints | | | | | | | |
56 | On Jordan's stormy banks I stand | | | | | | | |
57 | There is a happy land | | | | | | | |
58 | Come, trembling sinner, in whose breast | | | | | | | |
59 | Sprinkled with reconciling blood | | | | | | | |
60 | Encouraged by thy word | | | | | | | |
61 | Begone, unbelief! my Saviour is near | | | | | | | |
62 | When thy mortal life is fled | | | | | | | |
63 | There is a land of pleasure | | | | | | | |
64 | O thou, my soul, forget no more | | | | | | | |
65 | From gloomy dejection my thoughts mount the sky | | | | | | | |
66 | To thee, O my Saviour, to thee will I cling | | | | | | | |
67 | When nature was sinking in stillness to rest | | | | | | | |
68 | I am thy Redeemer, for thee I must die | | | | | | | |
69 | I would not live always: I ask not to stay | | | | | | | |
70 | Blest be the tie that binds | | | | | | | |
71 | Our souls by love together knit | | | | | | | |
72 | Far, far o'er hill and dell, on the winds stealing | | | | | | | |
73 | Jesus, dear name, how sweet the sound | | | | | | | |
74 | Though troubles assail, and dangers affright | | | | | | | |
75 | Vain man, thy fond pursuits forbear | | | | | | | |
76 | Children of the heavenly king as we journey | | | | | | | |
77 | Lord, I despair myself to heal | | | | | | | |
78 | Come, Lord, dwell in my bosom | | | | | | | |
79 | Since man by sin has lost his God | | | | | | | |
80 | Beside the gospel pool | | | | | | | |
81 | O Zion! afflicted with wave upon wave | | | | | | | |
82 | Lift up your hearts, Immanuel's friends | | | | | | | |
83 | My faith looks up to thee | | | | | | | |
84 | There is a path that leads to | | | | | | | |
85 | Come, ye sinners poor and needy | | | | | | | |
86 | Hark! hark! the gospel trumpet sounds | | | | | | | |
87 | Ye angels, who stand round the throne | | | | | | | |
88 | Though hard the winds are blowing | | | | | | | |
89 | The voice of free grace cries, "Escape to the mountain: | | | | | | | |
90 | O turn ye, O turn ye, for why will ye die? | | | | | | | |
91 | Thou sweet gliding Kedron, by thy silver streams | | | | | | | |
92 | There's a Friend above all others | | | | | | | |
93 | Come to Jesus, trembling mourner | | | | | | | |
94 | Sovereign grace hath power alone | | | | | | | |
95 | Alas, and did my Saviour bleed? | | | | | | | |
96 | Give me the wings of faith to rise | | | | | | | |
97 | Stop, poor sinner, stop and think | | | | | | | |
98 | Hark, my soul, it is the Lord | | | | | | | |
99 | How lovely the place where the Saviour appears | | | | | | | |
100 | My Bible leads to glory | | | | | | | |