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I | Near to thy mercy-seat, O God | | | | | | | |
II | The little flock, on Zion's hill | | | | | | | |
III | When darkness long has veil'd my mind | | | | | | | |
IV | 'Tis a point I long to know | | | | | | | |
V | With conscious guilt and bleeding heart | | | | | | | |
VI | Tell me, ye happy, happy few | | | | | | | |
VII | Father, at thy call I come | | | | | | | |
VIII | Lord, didst thou die, but not for me? | | | | | | | |
IX | Religion is the chief concern | | | | | | | |
X | And be it so, that till this hour | | | | | | | |
XI | While journeying through this humble vale | | | | | | | |
XII | Come, ye redeem'd by Jesus' blood | | | | | | | |
XIII | I would, but cannot sing | | | | | | | |
XIV | How sweet is the language of love | | | | | | | |
XV | Sweet was the time when first I felt | | | | | | | |
XVI | I ask'd the Lord that I might grow | | | | | | | |
XVII | What various hindrances we meet | | | | | | | |
XVIII | Come, humble sinner, in whose breast | | | | | | | |
XIX | When some kind shepherd from his fold | | | | | | | |
XX | Dear Saviour, we are thine | | | | | | | |
XXI | How oft, alas, this wretched heart | | | | | | | |
XXII | Dearest Saviour, help thy servant | | | | | | | |
XXIII | O for a closer walk with God | | | | | | | |
XXIV | The Saviour calls – let every ear | | | | | | | |
XXV | Afflicted saint, to Christ draw near | | | | | | | |
XXVI | Ye that pass by, behold the Man! | | | | | | | |
XXVII | Come, ye that fear the Lord | | | | | | | |
XXVIII | There is a fountain fill'd with blood | | | | | | | |
XXIX | Did Christ o'er sinners weep? | | | | | | | |
XXX | Jesus, I love thy charming name | | | | | | | |
XXXI | Jesus, my all, to heav'n is gone | | | | | | | |
XXXII | Am I a soldier of the cross | | | | | | | |
XXXIII | When any turn from Zion's way | | | | | | | |
XXXIV | Jesus! and shall it ever be | | | | | | | |
XXXV | Come, all ye lovers of the Lamb | | | | | | | |
XXXVI | Come, welcome this new year of grace | | | | | | | |
XXXVII | That glorious day is drawing nigh | | | | | | | |
XXXVIII | In evil long I took delight | | | | | | | |
XXXIX | The day is past and gone | | | | | | | |
XL | How lost was my condition | | | | | | | |
XLI | Christ is set on Zion's hill | | | | | | | |
XLII | When first my soul enlisted | | | | | | | |
XLIII | Come, thou fount of every blessing | | | | | | | |
XLIV | Attend, ye saints, and hear me tell | | | | | | | |
XLV | Jerusalem, my happy home | | | | | | | |
XLVI | Lord, I cannot let thee go | | | | | | | |
XLVII | Why stay we here, so loth to part? | | | | | | | |
[This hymnal has not been proofed - data may be incomplete or incorrect]