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1 | Why stand ye here idle, my friends, all the day | | | | | | | |
2 | Hail ye hosts of seraphs bright | | | | | | | |
3 | The Son of Man they did betray | | | | | | | |
4 | This world is all a fleeting show | | | | | | | |
5 | This world's not all a fleeting show | | | | | | | |
6 | What happy children, who follow [wait on] Jesus | | | | | | | |
7 | To leave my dear friends, and with [from] my neighbors [kindred] to depart | | | | | | | |
8 | 'Tis my happiness below | | | | | | | |
9 | There is a school on earth begun, Supported [Instructed] by the Holy One | | | | | | | |
10 | Since man by sin has lost [gone from] [strayed from] his God | | | | | | | |
11 | My brethren all, on you I call | | | | | | | |
12 | Hail the blest morn when [see] the great Mediator | | | | | | | |
13 | Of all religions that are found | | | | | | | |
14 | Native land, in summer smiling | | | | | | | |
15 | Cast thy burdens on the Lord | | | | | | | |
16 | From whence doth [does] this [the] union arise | | | | | | | |
17 | Go forth to distant lands | | | | | | | |
18 | Look not upon the wine when it | | | | | | | |
19 | Dash the drunkard cup in pieces | | | | | | | |
20 | Holy Book, thy sacred pages | | | | | | | |
21 | Trust thou not in worldly pleasures | | | | | | | |
22 | Savior, slain, and slain for me | | | | | | | |
23 | The song of salvation it is so divine | | | | | | | |
24 | Hark! hark! what sounds are these so pleasing | | | | | | | |
25 | In all my Lord's appointed ways | | | | | | | |
26 | Let others, wrapt in self conceit | | | | | | | |
27 | We are but young, yet we may sing | | | | | | | |
28 | There is a book, I've heard them say | | | | | | | |
29 | Thou changing, terrestrial state | | | | | | | |
30 | Farewell to thee, brother | | | | | | | |
31 | Go, my brother, God doth call thee | | | | | | | |
32 | From all that's mortal, all that's vain | | | | | | | |
33 | What poor despised company | | | | | | | |
34 | How painfully pleasing the fond recollection Of youthful connections [emotions] | | | | | | | |
35 | Luke warm souls, the foe grows stronger | | | | | | | |
36 | Young people, all, attention give | | | | | | | |
37 | Farewell, my dear brethren, the time is at hand | | | | | | | |
38 | See the Lord of glory dying | | | | | | | |
39 | What think ye [you] of Christ, is the test | | | | | | | |
40 | A soldier, Lord, Thou hast me made | | | | | | | |
41 | Author of mercies, God of love | | | | | | | |
42 | Poor trembling sinner, tell me why | | | | | | | |
43 | Hear, gracious God [Lord], a sinner's cry | | | | | | | |
44 | Ye sons of war, I pray, draw near | | | | | | | |
45 | Jerusalem, my happy home, O how I long for thee | | | | | | | |
46 | The Lord into his garden comes | | | | | | | |
47 | Dark and thorny [stormy] is the desert | | | | | | | |
48 | Holy Bible, book divine, Precious treasure, thou art mine | | | | | | | |
49 | Once more, dear brethren, join to sing | | | | | | | |
50 | Like a ship, see the church | | | | | | | |
51 | Brethren, we have met to worship, and adore the Lord our God | | | | | | | |
52 | Awake my heart, my soul arise | | | | | | | |
53 | Guide me, O thou great Jehovah | | | | | | | |
54 | Begone, unbelief, [for] my [our] Savior is near | | | | | | | |
55 | Inquiring souls, who long to find | | | | | | | |
56 | How firm a foundation, ye [you] saints of the Lord | | | | | | | |
57 | Drooping saints no longer grieve, Heaven | | | | | | | |
58 | Though in the outward, earthly church below | | | | | | | |
59 | Ye children of Zion that's [who are] aiming for glory | | | | | | | |
60 | Hear the royal proclamation, the glad tidings | | | | | | | |
61 | Come tell me wandering sinner | | | | | | | |
62 | Brother soldier, still fight on | | | | | | | |
63 | Ye angels who mortals attend | | | | | | | |
64 | Come, Thou long expected Jesus [Savior], Born to set thy people free | | | | | | | |
65 | Hosanna to Jesus, I am filled with his praise | | | | | | | |
66 | The trump of the gospel resounds through the land | | | | | | | |
67 | Whither goest thou, pilgrim stranger | | | | | | | |
68 | Hear the gospel trumpet sounding | | | | | | | |
69 | Who will go to rear the standard | | | | | | | |
70 | Hail, thou everlasting Savior | | | | | | | |
71 | Morn is the time to wake | | | | | | | |
72 | My thoughts on awful subjects roll | | | | | | | |
73 | Come, we [ye] [you] that love the Lord indeed | | | | | | | |
74 | Come weary soul [souls] with sin [sins] distressed | | | | | | | |
75 | Throughout the Savior's life we [I'll] trace | | | | | | | |
76 | Savior, I do feel Thy merit, sprinkled with redeeming blood | | | | | | | |
77 | Ye weary heavy laden souls | | | | | | | |
78 | Ye happy souls, whose peaceful minds | | | | | | | |
79 | O thou in whose presence my soul takes delight | | | | | | | |
80 | His vestments of righteousness | | | | | | | |
81 | Come, and taste along with me | | | | | | | |
82 | Afflictions, though they seem severe | | | | | | | |
83 | My days, my [and] weeks, my [and] months, my [and] years | | | | | | | |
84 | Awaked by Sinai's awful sound | | | | | | | |
85 | How lost was [is] my [our] condition | | | | | | | |
86 | Jesus, engrave it on my heart | | | | | | | |
87 | Jesus, dear name, how sweet it [the] sound(s) | | | | | | | |
88 | Come, ye poor and thirsty sinners | | | | | | | |
89 | Whatever disasters of nature | | | | | | | |
90 | I long to see the season [seasons] come when sinners | | | | | | | |
91 | When blooming youth is [are] snatched [called] away | | | | | | | |
92 | While angels strike their tuneful strings | | | | | | | |
93 | How sweet is the cordial of love | | | | | | | |
94 | Farewell, my dear brethren, I bid you farewell | | | | | | | |
95 | Come, humble sinner, in whose breast | | | | | | | |
96 | Hark, the jubilee is sounding | | | | | | | |
97 | Ye jewels of my Master | | | | | | | |
98 | In evil long I took delight | | | | | | | |
99 | Saw ye [you] my Savior, saw ye [you] my Savior | | | | | | | |
100 | As near to Calvary I pass | | | | | | | |