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CCI | Ye prisoners of hope o'erwhelmed with grief | | | | | | | |
CCII | Sin, like a raging fever, reigns | | | | | | | |
CCIII | Ye sin sick souls draw near, And banquet with your king | | | | | | | |
CCIV | To-day, if you will hear his voice | | | | | | | |
CCV | When pity prompts me to look round [around] [down] upon my [this] fellow clay | | | | | | | |
CCVI | Sinners, awake to know | | | | | | | |
CCVII | O what amazing words of grace Are in the gospel found | | | | | | | |
CCVIII | Come, guilty souls, and flee away | | | | | | | |
CCIX | Who is the trembling sinner, who | | | | | | | |
CCX | How shall the sons of men appear | | | | | | | |
CCXI | Inquiring souls, who long to find | | | | | | | |
CCXII | Sinners, this solemn truth regard | | | | | | | |
CCXIII | Ye burdened souls, to Jesus come | | | | | | | |
CCXIV | Behold the Savior at the [thy] door | | | | | | | |
CCXV | Hark, 'tis the Savior 's voice I hear Come | | | | | | | |
CCXVI | Now is the accepted time | | | | | | | |
CCXVII | Lord, how large thy bounties are | | | | | | | |
CCXVIII | Come, ye weary sinners, oppressed | | | | | | | |
CCXIX | Sinner [sinners], O why so thoughtless grown | | | | | | | |
CCXX | Broad is the road [stream] that leads to death [wrath] | | | | | | | |
CCXXI | Lord, what a thoughtless wretch was I | | | | | | | |
CCXXII | Now in the heat [flush] of youthful blood | | | | | | | |
CCXXIII | Awaked by Sinai's awful sound | | | | | | | |
CCXXIV | Come all who fear the Lord, and see what God has done | | | | | | | |
CCXXV | Poor mourning souls, in deep distress | | | | | | | |
CCXXVI | Dear Jesus, here comes, And knocks at Thy door | | | | | | | |
CCXXVII | Come all ye weary pilgrims | | | | | | | |
CCXXVIII | Hail, sovereign love, which first began | | | | | | | |
CCXXIX | Young women all, I pray draw near | | | | | | | |
CCXXX | Ye people who [that] wonder at me and my ways | | | | | | | |
CCXXXI | I set myself against the Lord | | | | | | | |
CCXXXII | Unclean, unclean, and full of sin | | | | | | | |
CCXXXIII | In sin's howling waste, my poor soul was forlorn | | | | | | | |
CCXXXIV | I walked abroad one morning fair | | | | | | | |
CCXXXVa | Come humble sinner, in whose breast | | | | | | | |
CCXXXVb | Resolving thus, I entered in | | | | | | | |
CCXXXVI | O give me, Lord, my sins to mourn | | | | | | | |
CCXXXVII | Pity a helpless sinner, Lord | | | | | | | |
CCXXXVIII | My sorrows, like a flood | | | | | | | |
CCXXXIX | Lord, with a grieved and aching heart | | | | | | | |
CCXL | Behold a sinner, dearest Lord | | | | | | | |
CCXLI | Beside the gospel pool Appointed for the poor | | | | | | | |
CCXLII | When from the precepts to the cross | | | | | | | |
CCXLIII | Quite weary near to faint | | | | | | | |
CCXLIV | Sinful, and blind, and poor | | | | | | | |
CCXLV | How long, thou faithful God, shall I | | | | | | | |
CCXLVI | Lord, shall we part with gold for dross | | | | | | | |
CCXLVII | Great God, though from myself concealed | | | | | | | |
CCXLVIII | Lord, at thy feet in dust I lie | | | | | | | |
CCXLIX | Why, mourning soul [souls], why flow these tears | | | | | | | |
CCL | Show pity Lord, O Lord, forgive | | | | | | | |
CCLI | You captives restored, and saints of the Lord | | | | | | | |
CCLII | In Jordan's tide [waves] the Baptist [prophet] stands | | | | | | | |
CCLIII | Humble souls, who [that] seek salvation | | | | | | | |
CCLIV | Thus it became the Prince of grace | | | | | | | |
CCLV | Hail, sacred Savior, Prince of light | | | | | | | |
CCLVI | Descend, celestial Dove | | | | | | | |
CCLVII | Why tarriest thou, arise | | | | | | | |
CCLVIII | Dear Lord, and will [has] thy pardoning love | | | | | | | |
CCLIX | Thus was the great Redeemer plunged | | | | | | | |
CCLX | Lord, to this fountain we repair | | | | | | | |
CCLXI | Despise me not, my carnal friends | | | | | | | |
CCLXII | In all my Lord's appointed ways | | | | | | | |
CCLXIII | Arise and be baptized | | | | | | | |
CCLXIV | Eternal God, now smile on those | | | | | | | |
CCLXV | 'Twas the commission of our [the] Lord | | | | | | | |
CCLXVI | Do we not know that solemn word | | | | | | | |
CCLXVII | Come, saints and sinners, hear me tell | | | | | | | |
CCLXVIII | O may I worthy prove to see The saints in full prosperity | | | | | | | |
CCLXIX | Bright scenes of glory strike my sense | | | | | | | |
CCLXX | My soul doth magnify the Lord | | | | | | | |
CCLXXI | O brethren, we are going on | | | | | | | |
CCLXXII | O 'tis a glorious mystery | | | | | | | |
CCLXXIII | Our souls by [in] love together knit [drawn] [joined] | | | | | | | |
CCLXXIV | Ye children of Zion, who're bound to [for] the kingdom | | | | | | | |
CCLXXV | O glorious hope of perfect [heavenly] love | | | | | | | |
CCLXXVI | How happy is the pilgrim's lot | | | | | | | |
CCLXXVII | O how I have longed for the coming [presence] of God [the Lord] | | | | | | | |
CCLXXVIII | Sweet singers of Isr'l, begin your sweet strains | | | | | | | |
CCLXXIX | Ransomed sinners, sing the praises | | | | | | | |
CCLXXX | By whom was David taught | | | | | | | |
CCLXXXI | O thou in whose presence my soul takes delight | | | | | | | |
CCLXXXII | Hosannah to Jesus, my soul's filled with praises | | | | | | | |
CCLXXXIII | Mighty God [Lord] while angels bless [praise] thee | | | | | | | |
CCLXXXIV | Jerusalem, my happy home, O how I long for thee | | | | | | | |
CCLXXXV | Sweet rivers of redeeming love | | | | | | | |
CCLXXXVI | O tell me no more of this [the] world's vain [vain world's] store | | | | | | | |
CCLXXXVII | Glorious things of thee are spoken | | | | | | | |
CCLXXXVIII | Good morning, brother pilgrim, What, marching [traveling] to Zion | | | | | | | |
CCLXXXIX | Do not I love thee, O my Lord [God]? Behold my heart and see | | | | | | | |
CCXC | Thou lovely Source of true delight | | | | | | | |
CCXCI | Kindred in Christ, for his dear [name's] sake | | | | | | | |
CCXCII | When converts first begin to sing | | | | | | | |
CCXCIII | A heavenly flame creates my song | | | | | | | |
CCXCIV | On Jordan's stormy [rugged] banks I stand, And cast a wishful eye | | | | | | | |
CCXCV | Savior of men and Lord of love | | | | | | | |
CCXCVI | Hark, the glad sound, the Savior comes | | | | | | | |
CCXCVII | Jesus, what shall I do to show | | | | | | | |
CCXCVIII | Welcome, thou well beloved of God | | | | | | | |
CCXCIX | Fain would my soul with wonder trace | | | | | | | |