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200 | Ye sons of men, with joy record | | | | | | | |
201 | More than ten years have rolled away | | | | | | | |
202 | The reason we love friendship | | | | | | | |
203 | Come all who spend your youthful days | | | | | | | |
204 | Here we've no continuing city | | | | | | | |
205 | Come all ye christian pilgrims | | | | | | | |
206a | Let thy kingdom blessed Saviour | | | | | | | |
206b | Before Jehovah's awful throne | | | | | | | |
207 | O how sweet it is to me | | | | | | | |
208 | Whene'er I look into thy word | | | | | | | |
209 | Stupid soul, to folly cleaving | | | | | | | |
210 | The fabrick of nature is fair | | | | | | | |
211 | God moves in a mysterious way | | | | | | | |
212 | O God, whose favorable eye | | | | | | | |
213 | Winter has a joy for me | | | | | | | |
214 | Know then [this] that every soul [one] is free | | | | | | | |
215 | Come, think on death and judgment | | | | | | | |
216 | The Lord of life exalted stands | | | | | | | |
217 | Lord, I have made thy word my choice | | | | | | | |
218a | Election, what a glorious plan | | | | | | | |
218b | My God, my life, my love | | | | | | | |
219 | Lord, search and try this heart of mine | | | | | | | |
220 | Attend, my soul, and trembling hear | | | | | | | |
221 | The rain descends the tempests rise | | | | | | | |
222 | Now whilst I try my heart | | | | | | | |
223 | Thou art acquainted with my heart | | | | | | | |
224 | Who is this heavenly person, who | | | | | | | |
225 | Let me lie prostrate on the ground | | | | | | | |
226 | In this extreme distress of soul | | | | | | | |
227 | Is this unpleasing cup now given | | | | | | | |
229 | Gainst thee, thou holy, just and wise | | | | | | | |
230 | To thee, again, my [our] gracious God | | | | | | | |
231 | All hail, all hail, methinks I hear | | | | | | | |
232 | Here in the presence of our God | | | | | | | |
233 | Sinners, behold the Savior stands | | | | | | | |
234 | Awake, unfeeling souls, awake | | | | | | | |
235 | How daring is the wretch profane | | | | | | | |
236 | Jesus, we love thy name | | | | | | | |
237 | Jesus, thy gospel armor gird | | | | | | | |
238 | Jesus, let not thy grace delay | | | | | | | |
239 | Amazing sight, the Savior stands | | | | | | | |
240 | Where, saith [said] the mourner, is this [the] Christ | | | | | | | |
241 | Sinners, arise, the Savior's come | | | | | | | |
242a | 'Twas by an order from the Lord | | | | | | | |
242b | Let all the heathen writers join | | | | | | | |
242c | How beauteous are their feet | | | | | | | |
243 | Come, trembling soul [souls] [ones], forget your fear [fears] | | | | | | | |
244 | O sinners, fly to Jesus' arms | | | | | | | |
245 | What good news the angels bring | | | | | | | |
246 | Ye that pass by, behold the man | | | | | | | |
247 | Clap your hands, ye people all | | | | | | | |
248 | Awake, and sing the song of Moses and the Lamb | | | | | | | |
249 | Ye [You] servants of God [Christ] your Master proclaim | | | | | | | |
250 | With fiery serpents greatly pained | | | | | | | |
251 | Brethren, sing, tis right you should | | | | | | | |
252 | Ho, pilgrims, if ye pilgrims be | | | | | | | |
253 | O tell me no more of this [the] world's vain [vain world's] store | | | | | | | |
254 | See a poor sinner, dearest [gracious] Lord | | | | | | | |
255 | I know that my Redeemer lives, what comfort this | | | | | | | |
256 | Join all who love the Savior's name | | | | | | | |
257 | All hail the great Immanuel's name | | | | | | | |
258 | How sweet the name of Jesus sounds | | | | | | | |
259 | Lord, dismiss us with Thy [your] blessing, Fill our | | | | | | | |
260 | When your rosy cheeks are pale | | | | | | | |
261 | From Indian plains, on Albion's shore | | | | | | | |
262 | Kindred, and friends, and native land | | | | | | | |
263 | Ruler of the worlds display thy power | | | | | | | |
264 | How great, how terrible that God | | | | | | | |
265 | Methinks the last great day is come | | | | | | | |
266 | While on the verge of life I stand | | | | | | | |
267 | When death appears before my [our] sight | | | | | | | |
268 | Arise, my soul, arise | | | | | | | |
269 | For a season called to part | | | | | | | |
270 | The king of heaven his table spreads | | | | | | | |
271 | Now far above these [the] starry skies | | | | | | | |
272 | Proclaim, saith Christ, my wondrous grace | | | | | | | |
273 | How great, how solemn is the work | | | | | | | |
274 | All hail, exalted Lord! | | | | | | | |
275 | May the grace of Christ our Saviour | | | | | | | |
276 | Dismiss us with Thy blessing, Lord, Help | | | | | | | |
277 | Come, thou soul transforming Spirit | | | | | | | |
278 | Lord, I cannot let thee go Till a blessing thou bestow | | | | | | | |
279 | Father divine, thy piercing eye | | | | | | | |
280 | My Captain sounds the alarm of war | | | | | | | |
281 | Ye trembling souls, dismiss your fears | | | | | | | |
282 | Let party names no more | | | | | | | |
283 | 'Mong all the priests of Jewish race | | | | | | | |
284 | A good High-Priest is [has] come | | | | | | | |
285 | Farewell, my brethren, all farewell | | | | | | | |
286 | No, I shall envy them no more | | | | | | | |
287 | When I can read my title clear | | | | | | | |
288 | Not the malicious or [nor] [and] profane | | | | | | | |
289 | Not with our mortal eyes have we beheld the Lord | | | | | | | |
290 | Do we not know that solemn word | | | | | | | |
291 | Happy the heart where love doth reign | | | | | | | |
292 | Remember, sinful youth, you must die | | | | | | | |
293 | I sing a song which doth belong | | | | | | | |
294 | Sinners, now we call upon you | | | | | | | |
295 | Yes, perfect love, is perfect bliss | | | | | | | |
296 | Fain, O my babe [child], I'd have thee know | | | | | | | |