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d201 | Peace be unto this house, The Son of Peace | | | | | | | |
d202 | Pilgrims, with pleasure let us part | | | | | | | |
d203 | Precious Bible, what a treasure | | | | | | | |
d204 | Proclaim, saith Christ, my wondrous grace | | | | | | | |
d205 | Professed followers of the Lamb | | | | | | | |
d206 | Remember, sinful youth, you must die | | | | | | | |
d207 | Repent, the voice celestial cries | | | | | | | |
d208 | Saved by blood I live to tell | | | | | | | |
d209 | Savior, I do feel Thy merit, sprinkled with redeeming blood | | | | | | | |
d210 | Say, men of pleasure, men of lust | | | | | | | |
d211 | See a poor sinner, dearest [gracious] Lord | | | | | | | |
d212 | See the Lord of glory dying | | | | | | | |
d213 | See what a living stone | | | | | | | |
d214 | Show pity Lord, O Lord, forgive | | | | | | | |
d215 | Sing the dear Savior's glorious fame | | | | | | | |
d216 | Sinner, art thou [are you] still secure [sincere] | | | | | | | |
d217 | Sinners, arise, the Savior's come | | | | | | | |
d218 | Sinners, behold the Savior stands | | | | | | | |
d219 | Sinners, exposed to endless [dreadful] death | | | | | | | |
d220 | Sinners, now we call upon you | | | | | | | |
d221 | Sometimes I think myself so strong | | | | | | | |
d222 | Soon I must [shall] hear the solemn call | | | | | | | |
d223 | Sovereign of worlds, display thy power | | | | | | | |
d224 | Stop, poor sinner [sinners], stop and think | | | | | | | |
d225 | Stupid soul, to folly cleaving | | | | | | | |
d226 | Sweet are the gifts which [that] gracious heaven, On true believers pour | | | | | | | |
d227 | Sweet was the time when first I felt | | | | | | | |
d228 | That glorious day is drawing nigh | | | | | | | |
d229 | That name to me sounds ever sweet | | | | | | | |
d230 | The day is past and gone, the evening shades appear | | | | | | | |
d231 | The fields are all white and the harvest is near | | | | | | | |
d232 | The fountain of Christ, Lord help us to sing | | | | | | | |
d233 | The great God of love, hath shown us the way | | | | | | | |
d234 | The great tremendous day's approaching | | | | | | | |
d235 | The king of heaven his table spreads | | | | | | | |
d236 | The Lord into his garden comes | | | | | | | |
d237 | The Lord of life exalted stands | | | | | | | |
d238 | The newborn child of gospel grace | | | | | | | |
d239 | The Prince of peace is come | | | | | | | |
d240 | The rain descends the tempests rise | | | | | | | |
d241 | The reason we love friendship | | | | | | | |
d242 | The tree of life my [our] soul hath seen | | | | | | | |
d243 | The voice of free grace cries escape | | | | | | | |
d244 | The wandering star and fleeting wind | | | | | | | |
d245 | The world from Christians are apart | | | | | | | |
d246 | These honored saints, redeemed by blood | | | | | | | |
d247 | Those persons are happy who die | | | | | | | |
d248 | Thou art acquainted with my heart | | | | | | | |
d249 | Thou God of glorious majesty | | | | | | | |
d250 | Though I of sinners am the chief | | | | | | | |
d251 | Though trouble assail us, and dangers affright | | | | | | | |
d252 | Through all this world below | | | | | | | |
d253 | Through tribulation [tribulations] deep | | | | | | | |
d254 | Throughout our Savior's life we trace | | | | | | | |
d255 | Thus saith the Lord, your Master dear | | | | | | | |
d256 | Thus was the great Redeemer plunged | | | | | | | |
d257 | 'Tis a point I long to know | | | | | | | |
d258 | 'Tis Jesus doth save | | | | | | | |
d259 | 'Tis my happiness below | | | | | | | |
d260 | To thee, again, my [our] gracious God | | | | | | | |
d261 | Unto thee altar, Lord, A broken heart I bring | | | | | | | |
d262 | Vain, delusive world, adieu | | | | | | | |
d263 | Vain world, vain world, I bid adieu | | | | | | | |
d264 | Vital spark of heavenly flame | | | | | | | |
d265 | Waked by the gospel's powerful [joyful] sound | | | | | | | |
d266 | Wandering pilgrim [pilgrims], mourning Christian [Christians] | | | | | | | |
d267 | Welcome, sweet day of rest | | | | | | | |
d268 | Well met, dear friends, in Jesus' name | | | | | | | |
d269 | We've found the great Messiah come | | | | | | | |
d270 | We've found the rock, the traveler cries [travelers cried] | | | | | | | |
d271 | What a glorious mystery, wonder | | | | | | | |
d272 | What a mournful life is mine | | | | | | | |
d273 | What contradictions meet | | | | | | | |
d274 | What good news the angels bring | | | | | | | |
d275 | What heavenly music do I [we] hear | | | | | | | |
d276 | What poor despised company | | | | | | | |
d277 | What think ye [you] of Christ, is the test | | | | | | | |
d278 | What think you [ye], my friends, of the preaching of John | | | | | | | |
d279 | What various hindrances we meet | | | | | | | |
d280 | When converts first begin to sing | | | | | | | |
d281 | When death appears before my [our] sight | | | | | | | |
d282 | When first my soul enlisted | | | | | | | |
d283 | When I can read my title clear | | | | | | | |
d284 | When Paul was parted from his friends | | | | | | | |
d285 | When we baptise [baptize] we see the mode | | | | | | | |
d286 | When your rosy cheeks are pale | | | | | | | |
d287 | Whene'er I look into thy word | | | | | | | |
d288 | Where are the mourners, saith the Lord | | | | | | | |
d289 | Where, saith [said] the mourner, is this [the] Christ | | | | | | | |
d290 | Where shall we sinners hide our heads | | | | | | | |
d291 | While on the verge of life I stand | | | | | | | |
d292 | Who besides can man recover | | | | | | | |
d293 | Who can describe the joys that rise | | | | | | | |
d294 | Who is this heavenly person, who | | | | | | | |
d295 | Why do we [ye] [you] mourn departing [departed] [for dying] friends | | | | | | | |
d296 | With fiery serpents greatly pained | | | | | | | |
d297 | With love of pity I look round | | | | | | | |
d298 | Ye dying sons of men | | | | | | | |
d299 | Ye glittering toys of earth, adieu | | | | | | | |
d300 | Ye happy souls arise | | | | | | | |