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I | Now in a song of grateful praise [love] | | | | | | | |
II | The tree of life, my ſoul hath ſeen | | | | | | | |
III | Farewell, my [dear] brethren in the Lord | | | | | | | |
IV | Saviour, I do feel thy merit | | | | | | | |
V | Hail sov'reign love that first began | | | | | | | |
VI | Dress'd uniform Christ's soldiers are | | | | | | | |
VII | When pity prompts me to look round [around] [down] upon my [this] fellow clay | | | | | | | |
VIII | Am I a soldier of the cross | | | | | | | |
IX | Come all ye saints and sinners near [now], Come listen a | | | | | | | |
X | The day is past and gone, the evening shades appear | | | | | | | |
XI | Methinks I hear my Savior call, His pleasant voice | | | | | | | |
XII | Jerusalem, my happy home, O how I long for thee | | | | | | | |
XIII | He dies, the heavenly Lover dies | | | | | | | |
XIV | Come brethren and sisters, that [who] love my [our] dear Lord | | | | | | | |
XV | How tedious and tasteless [restless and tiresome] the hours | | | | | | | |
XVI | Blest door of bliss to weary saints | | | | | | | |
XVII | Come all ye [you] weary travellers | | | | | | | |
XVIII | Thine earthly Sabbath [Sabbaths], Lord we love | | | | | | | |
XIX | Now the shades of night are gone | | | | | | | |
XX | Come ye redeemed of the Lord, come and obey | | | | | | | |
XXI | My days, my [and] weeks, my [and] months, my [and] years | | | | | | | |
XXII | Behold a lovely vine, Here in this desert | | | | | | | |
XXIII | Come now, poor sinners, share a part | | | | | | | |
XXIV | O that my load of sin were [was] gone | | | | | | | |
XXV | Weary of struggling with my pain | | | | | | | |
XXVI | Let heaven and earth rejoice | | | | | | | |
XXVII | Prayer is [was] appointed to convey | | | | | | | |
XXVIII | Sinners, obey the gospel word | | | | | | | |
XXIX | Lord, whither shall I flee | | | | | | | |
XXX | 'Tis a point I long to know | | | | | | | |
XXXI | Dismiss us with Thy blessing, Lord, Help | | | | | | | |
XXXII | The great tremendous day's approaching | | | | | | | |
XXXIII | Great high priest we view thee stooping | | | | | | | |
XXXIV | Hark! hear the sound on earth is found | | | | | | | |
XXXV | When coverts first begin to sing | | | | | | | |
XXXVI | Arise my dear love, my undefiled dove | | | | | | | |
XXXVII | From whence doth [does] this [the] union arise | | | | | | | |
XXXVIII | Christ the [our] Lord is risen today, Our triumphant holy day | | | | | | | |
XXXIX | Throughout our Savior's life we trace | | | | | | | |
XL | In the Lord's word left on record | | | | | | | |
XLI | I hear the Gospel's joyful sound | | | | | | | |
XLII | Jesus, once for sinners slain | | | | | | | |
XLIII | Come ye [you] sinners, poor and wretched [needy], Weak and wounded | | | | | | | |
XLIV | God's power and wisdom is displayed | | | | | | | |
XLV | The man that views his guilt and sin | | | | | | | |
XLVI | No pen can write that sweet delight | | | | | | | |
XLVII | When God on high shall magnify | | | | | | | |
XLVIII | Lord, when shall we mount up to thee | | | | | | | |
XLIX | When we shall fly above the sky | | | | | | | |
L | My heart is there, I've no elsewhere | | | | | | | |
LI | My God above with smiles of love | | | | | | | |
LII | Jesus, I thirst, and go I must | | | | | | | |
LIII | My children dear, you now appear | | | | | | | |
LIV | Sure God will say, My children stay | | | | | | | |
LV | You saints of light that shine so bright | | | | | | | |
LVI | When Christ shall rend from end to end | | | | | | | |
LVII | Now who are they who dare to say | | | | | | | |
LVIII | Well met, dear friends, in Jesus' name | | | | | | | |
LIX | Lord, when together here we meet | | | | | | | |
LX | Now, Lord, though we must part awhile | | | | | | | |
LXI | Now is the time, O lovely youth | | | | | | | |
LXII | The name of Christ, how sweet it sounds | | | | | | | |
LXIII | Heavenly thoughts [views] create my song | | | | | | | |
LXIV | The table spread my soul there spies | | | | | | | |
LXV | Now have I found the ground wherein | | | | | | | |
LXVI | Thus saith the Lord, your Master dear | | | | | | | |
LXVII | Didst thou, dear Jesus, suffer shame | | | | | | | |
LXVIII | Jesus, thy blessings are not few | | | | | | | |
LXIX | Children of the heavenly king as we journey | | | | | | | |
LXX | Savior, visit Thy [our] plantation, grant us Lord, a gracious rain | | | | | | | |
LXXI | O now begin thy [the] heavenly theme | | | | | | | |
LXXII | We in this tabernacle mourn For immortality | | | | | | | |
LXXIII | Thee will I love, my Lord, my tower | | | | | | | |
LXXIV | Diffuse thy beams and teach my heart | | | | | | | |
LXXV | Eternal love the darling song | | | | | | | |
LXXVI | Omnipotent, Lord, my Savior and King | | | | | | | |
LXXVII | The Savior meets his flock today | | | | | | | |
LXXVIII | Sin is the fatal cause of woe | | | | | | | |
LXXIX | Come all who've spent your blooming days | | | | | | | |
LXXX | Come sinners now approach your God | | | | | | | |
LXXXI | This God is the God we adore | | | | | | | |
LXXXII | My brethren all, remember well | | | | | | | |
LXXXIII | The worth of truth no tongue can tell | | | | | | | |
LXXXIV | Happy the man whose will is bow'd | | | | | | | |
LXXXV | That name to me sounds ever sweet | | | | | | | |
LXXXVI | Blessed be God for all | | | | | | | |
LXXXVII | I AM that I AM, saith Christ the dear Lamb | | | | | | | |
LXXXVIII | Wandering pilgrim [pilgrims], mourning Christian [Christians] | | | | | | | |
LXXXIX | Let Christ, the glorious lover, have everlasting praise | | | | | | | |
XC | O happy soul how fast you go | | | | | | | |
XCI | Come to the glorious gospel feast | | | | | | | |
XCII | Farewell, vain world, I bid adieu | | | | | | | |
XCIII | Lord, in the morning I will send | | | | | | | |
XCIV | Go on ye [you] Pilgrims, while [here] below | | | | | | | |
XCV | O could I find from day to day | | | | | | | |
XCVI | O what a cruel wretch am I to leave my Jesus so | | | | | | | |
XCVII | What think you [ye], my friends, of the preaching of John | | | | | | | |
XCVIII | I set myself against the Lord | | | | | | | |
XCIX | Dear Christian friends come we will go | | | | | | | |
C | Does it not grief and wonder move | | | | | | | |