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101 | Begone, unbelief, My Saviour is near | | | | | | | |
102 | No, 'tis in vain to seek for bliss | | | | | | | |
103 | Salvation! what a glorious plan | | | | | | | |
104 | Now from the garden to the cross! | | | | | | | |
105 | Lord, send thy spirit down | | | | | | | |
106 | Happy the men that fear the Lord | | | | | | | |
107 | Jesus our triumphant head | | | | | | | |
108 | Repent, ye sons of men, repent | | | | | | | |
109 | Dismiss us with thy blessing, Lord | | | | | | | |
110 | Keep silence all created things | | | | | | | |
111 | "Shepherds rejoice, lift up your eyes | | | | | | | |
112 | Father, how wide thy glory shines | | | | | | | |
113 | Hence from my soul, my sins depart | | | | | | | |
114 | My thoughts, that often mount the skie | | | | | | | |
115 | Oft have I sat in secret sighs | | | | | | | |
116 | Laugh, ye profane, and swell, and burst | | | | | | | |
117 | Children, to your creator, God | | | | | | | |
118 | Lord, when we see a saint of thine | | | | | | | |
119 | Almighty maker, God! | | | | | | | |
120 | When the Eternal bows the skies | | | | | | | |
121 | He dies! the heav'nly lover dies! | | | | | | | |
122 | Earth has detain'd me prisoner long | | | | | | | |
123 | Dead be my heart to all below | | | | | | | |
124 | The Lord! how fearful is his name! | | | | | | | |
125 | Life, health, and comfort to thy will | | | | | | | |
126 | What heav'nly man, or lovely God | | | | | | | |
127 | I'm tir'd with visits, modes, and forms | | | | | | | |
128 | Lord, 'tis an infinite delight | | | | | | | |
129 | O 'twas a mournful parting day! | | | | | | | |
130 | Shall atheists dare insult the cross | | | | | | | |
131 | Not by the laws of innocence | | | | | | | |
132 | Am I a soldier of the cross | | | | | | | |
133 | Behold the sons, the heirs of God | | | | | | | |
134 | Come Saints and Sinners hear me tell | | | | | | | |
135 | Blessed Redeemer, how divine | | | | | | | |
136 | Let those who bear the Christian name | | | | | | | |
137 | Must all the charms of nature then | | | | | | | |
138 | Jesus, thy blessings are not few | | | | | | | |
139 | O 'tis a lovely thing to see | | | | | | | |
140 | Must friends and kindred droop and die? | | | | | | | |
141 | Asham'd of Christ! my soul disdain | | | | | | | |
142 | As on the cross the Saviour hung | | | | | | | |
143 | Astonished and distressed | | | | | | | |
144 | Awake, my soul, in joyful lays | | | | | | | |
145 | Bless'd be the God of sovereign grace | | | | | | | |
146 | Blessed be the loving Saviour's name | | | | | | | |
147 | Blest be the tie that binds | | | | | | | |
148 | Blow ye the trumpet, blow | | | | | | | |
149 | Children of the heavenly king | | | | | | | |
150 | Farewell vain world I'm going home | | | | | | | |
151 | Farewell, farewell farewell, friends, I must be gone | | | | | | | |
152 | Hark! the jubilee is sounding | | | | | | | |
153 | Hark! the voice of love and mercy | | | | | | | |
154 | How firm a foundation | | | | | | | |
155 | I've listed in the holy war | | | | | | | |
156 | My captain sounds the alarm of war | | | | | | | |
157 | Now begins the heavenly theme | | | | | | | |
158 | O'er the gloomy hills of darkness | | | | | | | |
159 | O Jesus my Saviour | | | | | | | |
160 | O God my heart with love inflame | | | | | | | |
161 | O joyful sound of gospel grace | | | | | | | |
162 | O tell me no more | | | | | | | |
163 | Jesus, my all, to heaven is gone | | | | | | | |
164 | O when shall I see Jesus | | | | | | | |
165 | Religion is the chief concern | | | | | | | |
166 | That glorious day is drawing nigh | | | | | | | |
167 | The Lord is to his garden come | | | | | | | |
168 | Listed into the cause of sin | | | | | | | |
169 | Vital spark of heavenly flame | | | | | | | |
170 | Come and taste along with me | | | | | | | |
171 | Farewell my brethren in the Lord | | | | | | | |
172 | Bless'd is the man who shuns the place | | | | | | | |
173 | Lord, in the morning thou shalt hear | | | | | | | |
174 | Fools, in their hearts, believe and say | | | | | | | |
175 | Lord, I am thine; but thou wilt prove | | | | | | | |
176 | The reason we love friendship | | | | | | | |
177 | The heavens declare thy glory, Lord | | | | | | | |
178 | The Lord my shepherd is, I shall be well supply'd | | | | | | | |
179 | Teach me the measure of my days | | | | | | | |
180 | My spirit sinks within me, Lord | | | | | | | |
181 | Shew pity, Lord! O Lord, forgive | | | | | | | |
182 | Early, my God, without delay | | | | | | | |
183 | Lord, when thou didst ascend on high | | | | | | | |
184 | Deep in our hearts let us record | | | | | | | |
185 | God, my supporter and my hope | | | | | | | |
186 | Lord, what a thoughtless wretch am I | | | | | | | |
187 | How pleasant, how divinely fair | | | | | | | |
188 | Lord of the worlds above | | | | | | | |
189 | Salvation is for ever nigh | | | | | | | |
190 | Remember, Lord, our mortal state | | | | | | | |
191 | Sweet is the work, my God, my King | | | | | | | |
192 | He reigns; the Lord, the Saviour reigns | | | | | | | |
193 | My soul, thy great Creator praise | | | | | | | |
194 | Vain man, on foolish pleasures bent | | | | | | | |
195 | Songs of immortal praise belong | | | | | | | |
196 | What shall I render to my God | | | | | | | |
197 | See what a living stone | | | | | | | |
198 | O that the Lord would guide me ways | | | | | | | |
199 | Upward I lift mine eyes | | | | | | | |
200 | For ever blessed be the Lord | | | | | | | |