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101 | A little longer here below | | | | | | | |
102 | Come, my brethren, let us try | | | | | | | |
103 | How sweet is the cordial of love! | | | | | | | |
104 | Hear the royal proclamation | | | | | | | |
105 | Jesus! thou art the sinner's friend | | | | | | | |
106 | Fervent pray'r my soul employs | | | | | | | |
107 | Oh how cheating, Oh how fleeting | | | | | | | |
108 | O Jesus, my Savior! I know thou art mine | | | | | | | |
109 | You may sing of the beauty of mountain and dale | | | | | | | |
110 | Saints of God! what glories meet ye | | | | | | | |
111 | Sinners, perhaps this news to you | | | | | | | |
112 | I have sought round this verdant earth | | | | | | | |
113 | O come, come away, from sin that dreadful monster | | | | | | | |
114 | What's this that steals, that steals upon my frame? | | | | | | | |
115 | Peacefully, tenderly | | | | | | | |
116 | Morn of Zion's glory | | | | | | | |
117 | Come let us anew our journey pursue | | | | | | | |
118 | We're trav'ling home to heaven above! | | | | | | | |
119 | The last lovely morning | | | | | | | |
120 | Shed not a tear o'er your friend's early bier | | | | | | | |
121 | The chariot! the chariot! its wheels roll in fire | | | | | | | |
122 | Far, far beyond the swelling river | | | | | | | |
123 | Precious Bible, what a treasure | | | | | | | |
124 | Awake, my soul, and hear the sigh | | | | | | | |
125 | I love my dear Jesus, I love him as Lord | | | | | | | |
126 | Jesus! thy love shall we forget | | | | | | | |
127 | If Jesus Christ was sent | | | | | | | |
128 | Come, all ye mourning pilgrims dear | | | | | | | |
129 | O thou in whose presence my soul takes delight | | | | | | | |
130 | There is a holy city | | | | | | | |
131 | Saw ye my Savior? | | | | | | | |
132 | Savior visit thy plantation | | | | | | | |
133 | Come saints and sinners, hear me tell | | | | | | | |
134 | Come all ye weary travelers | | | | | | | |
135 | What wondrous love is this | | | | | | | |
136 | I'm a pilgrim, and I'm a stranger | | | | | | | |
137 | What a mercy, a mercy is this! | | | | | | | |
138 | Midst sorrow and care | | | | | | | |
139 | Hark! what mean those holy voices | | | | | | | |
140 | Drooping souls no longer grieve | | | | | | | |
141 | How precious is the name! | | | | | | | |
142 | Since man by sin has lost his God | | | | | | | |
143 | Here o'er the earth as a stranger I roam | | | | | | | |
144 | They have gone to the land where the patriarchs rest | | | | | | | |
145 | As Jacob did in days of old | | | | | | | |
146 | A highway hath the Lord made known | | | | | | | |
147 | Farewell, my dear brethren, the time is at hand | | | | | | | |
148 | Though trouble assail, and dangers affright | | | | | | | |
149 | King of Salem, bless my soul! | | | | | | | |
150 | O'er the gloomy hills of darkness | | | | | | | |
151 | What happy children who follow Jesus | | | | | | | |
152 | Our souls by love together knit | | | | | | | |
153 | Lift your glad voices in triumph on high | | | | | | | |
154 | The road that many travel in | | | | | | | |
155 | Christ was born in Bethlehem | | | | | | | |
156 | I am a little scholar | | | | | | | |
157 | Worthy, worthy is the Lamb! | | | | | | | |
158 | Christian dear, who art here | | | | | | | |
159 | Salvation is a joyful sound | | | | | | | |
160 | Who are these arrayed in white? | | | | | | | |
161 | Out on an ocean all boundless we ride | | | | | | | |
162 | When shall we meet again | | | | | | | |
163 | Burst, ye em'rald gates, and bring | | | | | | | |
164 | 'Tis low down in that beautiful valley | | | | | | | |
165 | Religion is a glorious treasure | | | | | | | |
166 | Come, ye disconsolate, where'er ye languish | | | | | | | |
167 | Ye people, that wonder at me and my ways | | | | | | | |
168 | When shall the voice of singing | | | | | | | |
169 | An alien from God, and a stranger to grace | | | | | | | |
170 | 'Mid scenes of confusion and creature complaints | | | | | | | |
171 | You are invited with Christ to embark | | | | | | | |
172 | There is a place where my hopes are stay'd | | | | | | | |
173 | The Lord is risen indeed! | | | | | | | |
174 | On the mountain top appearing | | | | | | | |
175 | Praise the Lord! Praise the Lord, when blushing morning | | | | | | | |
176 | Behold! behold the Lamb of God! | | | | | | | |
177 | Jesus grant us all a blessing | | | | | | | |
178 | Sing hallelujah! praise the Lord! | | | | | | | |
179 | Where now is good old Noah? | | | | | | | |
180 | My Bible leads to glory | | | | | | | |
181 | Come to Jesus, come to Jesus | | | | | | | |
182 | Did you hear that Jesus died? | | | | | | | |
183 | I think, when I read that sweet story of old | | | | | | | |
184 | The drink that's in the drunkard's bowl | | | | | | | |
185 | Go! go! thou that enslav'st me | | | | | | | |
186 | Farewell whisky! tears are streaming | | | | | | | |
187 | Stay, father, stay! the night is wild | | | | | | | |
188 | Will you come to the grove | | | | | | | |
189 | O give me the three grains of corn, mother | | | | | | | |
190 | Hark! hark! the notes of joy | | | | | | | |
191 | Hasten Lord the glorious time | | | | | | | |
192 | I love the volume of thy word | | | | | | | |
193 | The Spirit in our hearts | | | | | | | |
194 | Hark! the song of jubilee | | | | | | | |
195 | Farewell, my friends beloved | | | | | | | |
196 | Life is onward, use it | | | | | | | |
197 | I know this life's a pilgrimage | | | | | | | |
198 | Vital spark of heav'nly flame | | | | | | | |