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173b | My refuge is the God of love | | | | | | | |
175 | The hill of Zion yields | | | | | | | |
176 | We're marching through Immanuel's ground | | | | | | | |
177 | With songs and honours sounding loud | | | | | | | |
178 | From all that dwell below the skies | | | | | | | |
180 | Thy works of glory, mighty Lord | | | | | | | |
181a | Plung'd in a gulf of dark despair | | | | | | | |
181b | Wide, ye heavenly gates, unfold | | | | | | | |
182 | When for eternal worlds we steer | | | | | | | |
183a | Approach, my soul, the mercy seat | | | | | | | |
183b | Vital spark of heav'nly flame | | | | | | | |
184 | Cease, fond nature, cease thy strife | | | | | | | |
187 | I heard a great voice from heav'n, saying unto me | | | | | | | |
189 | The Lord is ris'n indeed! Hallelujah! | | | | | | | |
192 | Hark! ten thousand harps and voices | | | | | | | |
193a | Oh when shall I see Jesus | | | | | | | |
193b | Jesus grant us all a blessing | | | | | | | |
194 | Jesus, my all, to heav'n is gone | | | | | | | |
195 | Oh when shall I see Jesus | | | | | | | |
196 | Away from his home and the friends of his youth | | | | | | | |
197 | O'er the gloomy hills of darkness | | | | | | | |
198 | Jerusalem, my happy home | | | | | | | |
199 | Hark! the glad sound, the Saviour comes | | | | | | | |
200a | Thou sweet gliding Kedron, by thy silver stream | | | | | | | |
200b | I am the rose of Sharon, and the lily of the valley | | | | | | | |
206 | I beheld, and lo a great multitude, which no man could number | | | | | | | |
210 | The morning sun shines from the east | | | | | | | |
213 | David the king was grieved and moved | | | | | | | |
214 | My friends, I am going a long and tedious journey | | | | | | | |
249 | Hark! my soul, it is the Lord | | | | | | | |
250 | When I can read my title clear | | | | | | | |
251 | 'Mid scenes of confusion and creature complaints | | | | | | | |
252 | What wondrous love is this, oh! my soul! oh! my soul! | | | | | | | |
253 | On Jordan's stormy banks I stand | | | | | | | |
254 | Since man by sin has lost his God | | | | | | | |
255 | See how the wicked kingdom | | | | | | | |
256 | I came to the place where the lone pilgrim lay | | | | | | | |
257 | Thou art gone to the grave--but we will not deplore thee | | | | | | | |
258 | Our bondage it shall end, by and by, by and by | | | | | | | |
259 | In the floods of tribulation | | | | | | | |
260 | Columbia! Columbia! to glory arise | | | | | | | |
262 | Hark! from the tombs a doleful sound | | | | | | | |
263 | Today, if you will hear his voice | | | | | | | |
264 | Sometimes a light surprises | | | | | | | |
265 | High o'er the hills the mountains rise | | | | | | | |
266 | Where are the Hebrew children? | | | | | | | |
267a | If God is mine, then present things | | | | | | | |
267b | Let party names no more | | | | | | | |
268 | In evil long I took delight | | | | | | | |
269 | Let me go to my home in the far distant west | | | | | | | |
270 | The glorious light of Zion | | | | | | | |
271a | Let ev'ry mortal ear attend | | | | | | | |
271b | I love the volume of thy word | | | | | | | |
272 | My God, my life, my love | | | | | | | |
273 | How beauteous are their feet | | | | | | | |
274 | Father, Son, and Holy Ghost | | | | | | | |
275 | Rock of Ages, shelter me! | | | | | | | |
276a | My God, my portion, and my love | | | | | | | |
276b | Why do we mourn departing friends? | | | | | | | |
277 | How precious, Lord, thy sacred word | | | | | | | |
278a | Ye nations of the earth, rejoice | | | | | | | |
278b | On the mountian's top appearing | | | | | | | |
279a | There is a land of pure delight | | | | | | | |
279b | Ye trembling captives hear! | | | | | | | |
280a | Come, sound his name abroad | | | | | | | |
280b | To God our voices let us raise | | | | | | | |
281a | And am I born to die? | | | | | | | |
281b | Joy to the world, the Lord is come | | | | | | | |
282 | How pleased and blest was I | | | | | | | |
283 | How long, dear Jesus, oh! how long | | | | | | | |
284a | Shall wisdom cry aloud | | | | | | | |
284b | Give me the wings of faith to rise | | | | | | | |
285a | And must I be to judgment brought | | | | | | | |
285b | How sweet the melting lay | | | | | | | |
286 | My God, my life, my love | | | | | | | |
287 | How pleasant, how divinely fair | | | | | | | |
288a | Thus far the Lord has led me on | | | | | | | |
288b | Life is the time to serve the Lord | | | | | | | |
289 | Come ye who know the Lord indeed | | | | | | | |
290a | Oh! thou, whose tender mercy hears | | | | | | | |
290b | My dearest, lovely, native land | | | | | | | |
291a | 'Tis by faith of joys to come | | | | | | | |
291b | Lord, in the morning thou shalt hear | | | | | | | |
292 | Jesus, I my cross have taken | | | | | | | |
293a | His hoary frost, his fleecy snow | | | | | | | |
293b | When I can read my title clear | | | | | | | |
294 | Come, ye disconsolate, where'er ye languish | | | | | | | |
295 | This life's a dream, and empty show | | | | | | | |
296 | Let every creature join | | | | | | | |
298 | How sweet to reflect on the joys that await me | | | | | | | |
299 | All hail the power of Jesus' name! | CORONATION | | | | | | |
300a | Oh! for a closer walk with God | | | | | | | |
300b | Come, happy souls, approach your God | | | | | | | |
301 | Hark! listen to the trumpeters! | | | | | | | |
302 | Jerusalem, my happy home | | | | | | | |
303 | Come, ye sinners, poor and wretched | | | | | | | |
304 | What's this that in my soul is rising? | | | | | | | |
305 | Shed not a tear, o'er your friend's early bier | | | | | | | |
306 | What's this that steals, that steals upon my frame! | | | | | | | |
307 | Hasten, Lord, the glorious time | | | | | | | |