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| R10 | In streets, and op'nings of the gates | | | | | | | |
| R11 | O happy is the man who hears | | | | | | | |
| R12 | Ye indolent and slothful! rise | | | | | | | |
| R13 | Keep silence, all ye sons of men | | | | | | | |
| R14 | While others crowd the house of mirth | | | | | | | |
| R15 | As long as life its term extends | | | | | | | |
| R16 | In life's gay morn, when sprightly youth | | | | | | | |
| R17 | Rulers of Sodom! hear the voice | | | | | | | |
| R18 | Behold! the mountain of the Lord | | | | | | | |
| R19 | The race that long in darkness pined | | | | | | | |
| R20 | How glorious Sion's courts appear | | | | | | | |
| R21 | Attend, ye tribes that dwell remote | | | | | | | |
| R22 | Why pour'st thou forth thine anxious plaint | | | | | | | |
| R23 | Behold my Servant! see him rise | | | | | | | |
| R24 | Ye heav'ns send forth your song of praise! | | | | | | | |
| R25 | How few receive with cordial faith | | | | | | | |
| R26 | Ho! ye that thirst, approach the spring | | | | | | | |
| R27 | Thus speaks the high and lofty One | | | | | | | |
| R28 | Attend, and mark the solemn fast | | | | | | | |
| R29 | Amidst the mighty, where is he | | | | | | | |
| R30 | Come, let us to the Lord our God | | | | | | | |
| R31 | Thus speaks the heathen: How shall man | | | | | | | |
| R32 | What though no flow'rs the fig-tree clothe | | | | | | | |
| R33 | Father of all! we bow to thee | | | | | | | |
| R34 | Thus spoke the Saviour of the world | | | | | | | |
| R35 | 'Twas on that night, when doomed to know | | | | | | | |
| R36 | My soul and spirit, filled with joy | | | | | | | |
| R37 | While humble shepherds watched their flocks | | | | | | | |
| R38 | Just and devout old Simeon lived | | | | | | | |
| R39 | Hark, the glad sound, the Saviour comes! | | | | | | | |
| R40 | The wretched prodigal behold | | | | | | | |
| R41 | As when the Hebrew prophet raised | | | | | | | |
| R42 | Let not your hearts with anxious thoughts | | | | | | | |
| R43 | You now must hear my voice no more | | | | | | | |
| R44 | Behold the Saviour on the cross | | | | | | | |
| R45 | Ungrateful sinners! whence this scorn | | | | | | | |
| R46 | Vain are the hopes the sons of men | | | | | | | |
| R47 | And shall we then go on to sin | | | | | | | |
| R48 | Let Christian faith and hope dispel | | | | | | | |
| R49 | Though perfect eloquence adorned | | | | | | | |
| R50 | When the last trumpet's awful voice | | | | | | | |
| R51 | Soon shall this earthly frame, dissolved | | | | | | | |
| R52 | Ye who the name of Jesus bear | | | | | | | |
| R53 | Take comfort, Christians, when your friends | | | | | | | |
| R54 | I'm not ashamed to own my Lord | | | | | | | |
| R55 | My race is run; my warfare's o'er | | | | | | | |
| R56 | How wretched was our former state | | | | | | | |
| R57 | Jesus, the Son of God, who once | | | | | | | |
| R58 | Where high the heav'nly temple stands | | | | | | | |
| R59 | Behold what witnesses unseen | | | | | | | |
| R60 | Father of peace, and God of love! | | | | | | | |
| R61 | Bless'd be the everlasting God | | | | | | | |
| R62 | Lo! in the last of days behold | | | | | | | |
| R63 | Behold th' amazing gift of love | | | | | | | |
| R64 | To him that loved the souls of men | | | | | | | |
| R65 | Behold the glories of the Lamb | | | | | | | |
| R66 | How bright these glorious spirits shine! | | | | | | | |
| R67 | Lo! what a glorious sight appears | | | | | | | |
| H1 | When all thy mercies, O my God! | | | | | | | |
| H2 | The spacious firmament on high | | | | | | | |
| H3 | When rising from the bed of death | | | | | | | |
| H4 | Blest morning! whose first dawning rays | | | | | | | |
| H5 | The hour of my departure's come | | | | | | | |
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