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1 | O for a thousand tongues, to sing | | | | | | | |
2 | All hail the power of Jesus' name! | | | | | | | |
3 | From all that dwell below the skies | | | | | | | |
4 | And are we yet alive | | | | | | | |
5 | Jesus, thou everlasting King | | | | | | | |
6 | Come, let us join our cheerful songs | | | | | | | |
7 | Come, thou Fount of every blessing | | | | | | | |
8 | Before Jehovah's awful throne | | | | | | | |
9 | From every stormy wind that blows | | | | | | | |
10 | Lord, we come before thee now | | | | | | | |
11 | Ye praying souls, rejoice | | | | | | | |
12 | Come, Holy Spirit, heavenly Dove | | | | | | | |
13 | Prayer is the soul's sincere desire | | | | | | | |
14 | Come, my soul, thy suit prepare | | | | | | | |
15 | Jesus, we look to thee | | | | | | | |
16 | O Lord, thy work revive | | | | | | | |
17 | Sweet hour of prayer, sweet hour of prayer | | | | | | | |
18 | O where shall rest be found | | | | | | | |
19 | That awful day will surely come | | | | | | | |
20 | Hasten, sinner, to be wise! | | | | | | | |
21 | And am I only born to die? | | | | | | | |
22 | Come ye sinners, poor and needy | | | | | | | |
23 | Come, sinners, to the gospel feast | | | | | | | |
24 | We're trav'ling home to heaven above | | | | | | | |
25 | Come, humble sinner, in whose breast | | | | | | | |
26 | Come, ye disconsolate, where'er ye languish | | | | | | | |
27 | Grace! 'tis a charming sound | | | | | | | |
28 | Blow ye the trumpet, blow | | | | | | | |
29 | And can I yet delay | | | | | | | |
30 | By faith I view my Saviour dying | | | | | | | |
31 | Come to Jesus, just now | | | | | | | |
32 | Just as I am--without one plea | | | | | | | |
33 | Stay, thou insulted Spirit, stay | | | | | | | |
34 | Jesus, lover of my soul | | | | | | | |
35 | Alas! and did my Saviour bleed? | | | | | | | |
36 | O that my load of sin were gone | | | | | | | |
37 | Depth of mercy! can there be | | | | | | | |
38 | Rock of ages, cleft for me | | | | | | | |
39 | Father, I stretch my hands to thee | | | | | | | |
40 | Jesus, let thy pitying eye | | | | | | | |
41 | Father, I dare believe | | | | | | | |
42 | Show pity, Lord; O Lord, forgive | | | | | | | |
43 | Come, O thou Traveller unknown | | | | | | | |
44 | O for a closer walk with God | | | | | | | |
45 | Behold! behold! the Lamb of God | | | | | | | |
46 | Jesus, my all, to heaven is gone | | | | | | | |
47 | O happy day that fix'd my choice | | | | | | | |
48 | How happy are they | | | | | | | |
49 | Arise, my soul, arise | | | | | | | |
50 | I have sought round the verdant earth | | | | | | | |
51 | Of Him who did salvation bring | | | | | | | |
52 | O thou God of my salvation | | | | | | | |
53 | I know that my Redeemer lives | | | | | | | |
54 | There is a fountain fill'd with blood | | | | | | | |
55 | How sweet the name of Jesus sounds | | | | | | | |
56 | I love thee, I love thee, I love thee my Lord | | | | | | | |
57 | Drooping souls no longer grieve | | | | | | | |
58 | There is a spot, to me more dear | | | | | | | |
59 | Forever here my rest shall be | | | | | | | |
60 | Come, let us use the grace divine | | | | | | | |
61 | I thirst, thou wounded Lamb of God | | | | | | | |
62 | Jesus, thine all-victorious love | | | | | | | |
63 | Lord, I am thine, entirely thine | | | | | | | |
64 | O come, and dwell in me | | | | | | | |
65 | O for a heart to praise my God | | | | | | | |
66 | O love divine, how sweet thou art! | | | | | | | |
67 | Jesus hath died that I might live | | | | | | | |
68 | My faith looks up to thee | | | | | | | |
69 | Nearer, my God, to thee | | | | | | | |
70 | My God, my Father, while I stray | | | | | | | |
71 | Vain, delusive world, adieu | | | | | | | |
72 | O for a faith that will not shrink | | | | | | | |
73 | Love divine, all love excelling | | | | | | | |
74 | Welcome, welcome, dear Redeemer | | | | | | | |
75 | Am I a soldier of the cross | | | | | | | |
76 | Come, let us anew our journey pursue | | | | | | | |
77 | A charge to keep I have | | | | | | | |
78 | Though trouble assail us, and dangers affright | | | | | | | |
79 | My hope, my all, my Saviour thou | | | | | | | |
80 | Children of the heavenly King | | | | | | | |
81 | Come, ye that love the Lord | | | | | | | |
82 | O tell me no more of this world's vain store | | | | | | | |
83 | My God, the spring of all my joys | | | | | | | |
84 | In seasons of grief to my God I'll repair | | | | | | | |
85 | Ye soldiers of the cross, rise, and put your armor on | | | | | | | |
86 | How tedious and tasteless the hours | | | | | | | |
87 | There's a Friend above all others | | | | | | | |
88 | Be it my only wisdom here | | | | | | | |
89 | Jesus, I my cross have taken | | | | | | | |
90 | Guide me, O thou great Jehovah | | | | | | | |
91 | He dies! the Friend of sinners dies! | | | | | | | |
92 | Jesus, and shall it ever be | | | | | | | |
93 | O could I speak the matchless worth | | | | | | | |
94 | What's this that steals upon my frame? | | | | | | | |
95 | On Jordan's stormy banks I stand | | | | | | | |
96 | When I can read my title clear | | | | | | | |
97 | Come on, my partners in distress | | | | | | | |
98 | I would not live alway; I ask not to stay | | | | | | | |
99 | My days are gliding swiftly by | | | | | | | |
100 | How happy every child of grace | | | | | | | |