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1 | What cheering words are these | | | | | | | |
2 | Come, Holy Spirit, come | | | | | | | |
3 | When waves of sorrow round me swell | | | | | | | |
4 | I'm not ashamed to own my Lord | | | | | | | |
5 | Am I a soldier of the cross? | | | | | | | |
6 | The Lord of glory is my light | | | | | | | |
7 | Sing to the Lord, ye distant lands | | | | | | | |
8 | Arise, O King of grace, arise | | | | | | | |
9 | Earth has engrossed my love too long | | | | | | | |
10 | Delay not, delay not, O sinner, draw near | | | | | | | |
11 | How firm a foundation, ye saints of the Lord | | | | | | | |
12 | The Lord is my Shepherd, no want shall I know | | | | | | | |
13 | Jesus, lover of my soul | | | | | | | |
14 | Sinners, turn, why will ye die? | | | | | | | |
15 | Who are these in bright array | | | | | | | |
16 | People of the living God | | | | | | | |
17 | High in yonder realms of light | | | | | | | |
18 | Give me the wings of faith, to rise | | | | | | | |
19 | Behold the glories of the Lamb | | | | | | | |
20 | Arise, my soul, my joyful powers | | | | | | | |
21 | On Jordan's rugged banks I stand | | | | | | | |
22 | Begin the high, celestial strain | | | | | | | |
23 | Behold, the mountain of the Lord | | | | | | | |
24 | How calm and beautiful the morn | | | | | | | |
25 | He knelt, the Saviour knelt and prayed | | | | | | | |
26 | How glorious is the land we seek | | | | | | | |
27 | God only is the creature's home | | | | | | | |
28 | Just as I am, without one plea | | | | | | | |
29 | O Thou, the contrite sinner's Friend! | | | | | | | |
30 | My God! my Father! while I stray | | | | | | | |
31 | Though far from home, fatigued, opprest | | | | | | | |
32 | There is a calm for those who weep | | | | | | | |
33 | When I survey the wondrous cross | | | | | | | |
34 | Come, gracious Lord, descend and dwell | | | | | | | |
35 | I love thy kingdom, Lord | | | | | | | |
36 | Oh, blessed souls are they | | | | | | | |
37 | Oh, bless the Lord, my soul | | | | | | | |
38 | My spirit on thy care | | | | | | | |
39 | "My times are in thy hand" | | | | | | | |
40 | Jesus my Shepherd is | | | | | | | |
41 | O Lord, our heavenly King | | | | | | | |
42 | O, cease, my wandering soul | | | | | | | |
43 | O! weep not for the joys that fade | | | | | | | |
44 | I hear the deep-toned solemn bell | | | | | | | |
45 | A pilgrim through this lonely world | | | | | | | |
46 | Blest is the man whose softening heart | | | | | | | |
47 | There is a land of pure delight | | | | | | | |
48 | Why should the children of a King | | | | | | | |
49 | In the waste, howling wilderness | | | | | | | |
50 | The Lord our God is full of might | | | | | | | |
51 | Eternal wisdom, thee we praise | | | | | | | |
52 | Shine, mighty God, on Zion shine | | | | | | | |
53 | In God's own house pronounce his praise | | | | | | | |
54 | Lord, in the morning thou shalt hear | | | | | | | |
55 | How did my heart rejoice to hear | | | | | | | |
56 | My soul, how lovely is the place | | | | | | | |
57 | With joy we hail the sacred day | | | | | | | |
58 | Father, how wide thy glory shines! | | | | | | | |
59 | Come, let us join our cheerful songs | | | | | | | |
60 | Sing to the Lord Jehovah's name | | | | | | | |
61 | Prayer is the soul’s sincere desire | | | | | | | |
62 | The Saviour bids thee watch and pray | | | | | | | |
63 | O, that I knew the secret place | | | | | | | |
64 | Far from the world, O Lord, I flee | | | | | | | |
65 | Laden with guilt and full of fears | | | | | | | |
66 | What is the thing of greatest price | | | | | | | |
67 | Not all the good which earth bestows | | | | | | | |
68 | How blest the righteous when he dies! | | | | | | | |
69 | So fades the lovely, blooming flower | | | | | | | |
70 | Go, spirit of the sainted dead | | | | | | | |
71 | While life prolongs its precious light | | | | | | | |
72 | Deep are the wounds which sin hath made | | | | | | | |
73 | When sins and fears, prevailing rise | | | | | | | |
74 | I bless Thee, Lord, for sorrows sent | | | | | | | |
75 | Sure the blest Comforter is nigh | | | | | | | |
76 | There is a land mine eye hath seen | | | | | | | |
77 | As when the weary trav'ler gains | | | | | | | |
78 | Ye visions bright of heav'nly birth | | | | | | | |
79 | How pleasant, how divinely fair | | | | | | | |
80 | There seems a voice in every gale | | | | | | | |
81 | Jesus, where'er thy people meet | | | | | | | |
82 | Is there a time when moments flow | | | | | | | |
83 | Our little bark, on boist'rous seas | | | | | | | |
84 | Mortals, awake, with angels join | | | | | | | |
85 | The Saviour calls; let every ear | | | | | | | |
86 | Hark--the glad sound!--the Saviour comes? | | | | | | | |
87 | Ye glittering toys of earth, adieu | | | | | | | |
88 | Lord, when my raptured thought surveys | | | | | | | |
89 | Salvation! O, the joyful sound! | | | | | | | |
90 | Lord, at Thy table we behold | | | | | | | |
91 | Blest morning, whose first opening rays | | | | | | | |
92 | This is the day the Lord hath made | | | | | | | |
93 | Once more, my soul, the rising day | | | | | | | |
94 | All that I was, my sin, my guilt | | | | | | | |
95 | How precious is the book divine | | | | | | | |
96 | Ye hearts, with youthful vigor warm | | | | | | | |
97 | Behold the sure Foundation-stone | | | | | | | |
98 | There is a book that all may read | | | | | | | |
99 | How sweet the name of Jesus sounds | | | | | | | |
100 | Do not I love thee, O my Lord? | | | | | | | |