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100 | There is a land of pure delight | | | | | | | |
101 | Sure I must fight if I would reign | | | | | | | |
102 | No starless night will darken for a moment | | | | | | | |
103 | What heavenly music do I hear | | | | | | | |
104 | O happy day! that fixed my choice | | | | | | | |
105 | Why that look of sadness? | | | | | | | |
106 | Refining fire, go through my heart | | | | | | | |
107 | The dream is past, I'm dying now | | | | | | | |
108 | A charge to keep I have | | | | | | | |
109 | O land of rest, for thee I sigh | | | | | | | |
110 | Broad is the road that leads to death | | | | | | | |
111 | Our bondage here shall end | | | | | | | |
112 | Ye Christian pilgrims sing | | | | | | | |
113 | The voice of wisdom hear, be in time, be in time | | | | | | | |
114 | There is a time we know not when | | | | | | | |
115 | Earth has engrossed my love too long! | | | | | | | |
116 | How blest the sacred tie that binds | | | | | | | |
117 | Lift up your heads, Immanuel's friends | | | | | | | |
118 | My soul's full of glory, inspiring my tongue | | | | | | | |
119 | This world is poor from shore to shore | | | | | | | |
120 | This world is all a fleeting show | | | | | | | |
121 | Sinners, Jesus died for you | | | | | | | |
122 | The hill of Zion yields | | | | | | | |
123 | There is a heaven o'er yonder skies | | | | | | | |
124 | By faith I view my Saviour dying | | | | | | | |
125 | Only waiting till the shadows | | | | | | | |
126 | Brother, is life's morning clouded? | | | | | | | |
127 | Now from labor and from care | | | | | | | |
128 | Oh, for a glance of heavenly day | | | | | | | |
129 | Thus far the Lord hath led me on | | | | | | | |
130 | Brethren and sisters dear | | | | | | | |
131 | Just as I am--without one plea | | | | | | | |
132 | Out on an ocean all boundless we ride | | | | | | | |
133 | Thou dying Lamb! thy precious blood | | | | | | | |
134 | A fountain in Jesus, which runs always free | | | | | | | |
135 | O happy day, that fixed my choice | | | | | | | |
136 | I travel through a world of foes | | | | | | | |
137 | Did Christ o'er sinners weep | | | | | | | |
138 | Whene'er we meet you always say | | | | | | | |
139 | The dearest idol I have known | | | | | | | |
140 | On this dreary earth I long have wandered | | | | | | | |
141 | Oh, for a closer walk with God | | | | | | | |
142 | In darkest shades if thou appear | | | | | | | |
143 | And can I yet delay | | | | | | | |
144 | Did Christ o'er sinners weep | | | | | | | |
145 | Vain man, thy fond pursuits forbear | | | | | | | |
146 | Oh, how happy are they | | | | | | | |
147 | When I can read my title clear | | | | | | | |
148 | My heavenly home is bright and fair | | | | | | | |
149 | Almighty love inspire | | | | | | | |
150 | Oh, tell me no more of this world's vain store | | | | | | | |
151 | Rock of Ages, cleft for me | | | | | | | |
152 | Farewell, farewell to all below | | | | | | | |
153 | Soon will our weeping time be o'er | | | | | | | |
154 | When shall we meet again? | | | | | | | |
155 | Come away to the skies | | | | | | | |
156 | Oh, sing to me of Heav'n | | | | | | | |
157 | I love to think of heaven, | | | | | | | |
158 | What, to be banished from my Lord | | | | | | | |
159 | To leave my dear friends | | | | | | | |
160 | Guide me, O thou great Jehovah | | | | | | | |
161 | In the Christian's home in glory | | | | | | | |
162 | Come, my brethren, let us try | | | | | | | |
163 | There is a place where my hopes are stayed | | | | | | | |
164 | I seek a place which is out of sight | | | | | | | |
165 | While my Redeemer's near | | | | | | | |
166 | What's this that steals, that steals upon my frame? | | | | | | | |
167 | What sound is this? a song through heaven resounding | | | | | | | |
168 | Triumphant Zion, lift thy head | | | | | | | |
169 | When thou my righteous Judge shalt come | | | | | | | |
170 | Rise, my soul, and stretch thy wings | | | | | | | |
171 | Show pity Lord; O Lord, forgive! | | | | | | | |
172 | Weary souls, that wander wide | | | | | | | |
173 | Sinner, oh, why so thoughtless grown? | | | | | | | |
174 | While life prolongs its precious light | | | | | | | |
175 | How happy is the pilgrim's lot | | | | | | | |
176 | There are angels hovering round | | | | | | | |
177 | Pray--for the year is ending | | | | | | | |
178 | What sinners value I resign | | | | | | | |
179 | Child of sin and sorrow | | | | | | | |
180 | Sinner, go; will you go | | | | | | | |
181 | We speak, we speak of the realms of the blest | | | | | | | |
182 | Joyfully, joyfully, onward I move | | | | | | | |
183 | Happy the spirit released from its clay | | | | | | | |
184 | Sister, thou wast mild and lovely | | | | | | | |
185 | Whither goest thou, pilgrim stranger | | | | | | | |
186 | When for eternal worlds we steer | | | | | | | |
187 | Tossed no more on life's rough billow | | | | | | | |
188 | Heirs of an immortal crown | | | | | | | |
189 | My Bible leads to glory | | | | | | | |
190 | Wake the song of jubilee | | | | | | | |
191 | Hail ye sighing sons of sorrow | | | | | | | |
192 | Oh, how happy are they | | | | | | | |
193 | There is an hour of peaceful rest | | | | | | | |
194 | Asleep in Jesus! blessed sleep | | | | | | | |
195 | Jesus, let thy pitying eye | | | | | | | |
196 | Hark, ten thousand harps and voices | | | | | | | |
197 | Love divine, all love excelling | | | | | | | |
198 | High Heaven, that heard the solemn vow | | | | | | | |
199 | Death shall not destroy my comfort | | | | | | | |