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102 | Let every mortal ear attend | | | | | | | |
103 | Let Zion's watchman all awake | | | | | | | |
104 | Lift up your hearts, Immanuel's friends | | | | | | | |
105 | Low down in this beautiful valley | | | | | | | |
106 | Lo, he comes, with clouds descending | | | | | | | |
107 | Look, ye saints, the sight is glorious! | | | | | | | |
108 | Lo, what a glorious sight appears | | | | | | | |
109 | Lord, in the morning thou shalt hear | | | | | | | |
110 | Lord, let thy presence now attend | | | | | | | |
111 | Mark that pilgrim lowly bending | | | | | | | |
112 | Must Simon bear his cross alone | | | | | | | |
113 | My drowsy powers, why sleep ye so? | | | | | | | |
114 | My days are gliding swiftly by | | | | | | | |
115 | My faith looks up to thee | | | | | | | |
116 | My soul's full of glory, inspiring my tongue | | | | | | | |
117 | Mortals, awake, with angels join | | | | | | | |
118 | My soul is happy when I hear | | | | | | | |
119 | Now from the altar of my hearts | | | | | | | |
120 | O, could we speak the matchless worth | | | | | | | |
121 | O for a faith that will not shrink | | | | | | | |
122 | O for a heart to praise my God | | | | | | | |
123 | O for a thousand tongues to sing | | | | | | | |
124 | O happy day that fixed my choice | | | | | | | |
125 | O happy, happy day | | | | | | | |
126 | O joyful sound of gospel grace | | | | | | | |
127 | O love divine, how sweet thou art! | | | | | | | |
128 | On Jordan's stormy banks I stand | | | | | | | |
129 | On the high cliffs of Jordan with pleasure I stand | | | | | | | |
130 | On Tabor's top the Saviour stands | | | | | | | |
131 | O thou. whom all thy saints adore | | | | | | | |
132 | O that my load of sin were gone | | | | | | | |
133 | O thou God of my salvation | | | | | | | |
134 | O the amazing change! | | | | | | | |
135 | O 'tis delight without alloy | | | | | | | |
136 | Our bondage it will end by and by, when he comes | | | | | | | |
137 | Our Father, who in heaven art | | | | | | | |
138 | O when shall I see Jesus | | | | | | | |
139 | O sinner, come, without delay | | | | | | | |
140 | Palms of glory, raiment bright | | | | | | | |
141 | Plunged in a gulf of dark despair | | | | | | | |
142 | Praise God, from whom all blessings flow | | | | | | | |
143 | Remember, sinful youth, you must die | | | | | | | |
144 | Rejoice, the Lord is King | | | | | | | |
145 | Return, my soul, enjoy thy rest | | | | | | | |
146 | Righteous God! whose vengeful vials | | | | | | | |
147 | Rock of ages, cleft for me | | | | | | | |
148 | Salem's great King, Jesus by name | | | | | | | |
149 | Saw ye my Saviour? saw ye my Saviour? | | | | | | | |
150 | Salvation! oh, the joyful sound | | | | | | | |
151 | Say, brothers, will you meet us | | | | | | | |
152 | See Israel's gentle Shepherd stands | | | | | | | |
153 | Saviour, haste; our souls are waiting | | | | | | | |
154 | Show pity, Lord, O Lord, forgive | | | | | | | |
155 | Sinner, go; will you go | | | | | | | |
156 | Sinners, turn; why will ye die? | | | | | | | |
157 | Son of God, thy people's shield | | | | | | | |
158 | Since Jesus freely did appear | | | | | | | |
159 | Soldiers of Christ, arise | | | | | | | |
160 | Star of our hope, He'll soon appear | | | | | | | |
161 | Stay, thou insulted Spirit, stay | | | | | | | |
162 | Sweet is the work, my God, my King | | | | | | | |
163 | That awful day will surely come | | | | | | | |
164 | The Lord of Sabbath let us praise | | | | | | | |
165 | The groaning earth is too dark and drear | | | | | | | |
166 | The God of Abrah'm praise | | | | | | | |
167 | The last lovely morning | | | | | | | |
168 | The morning flowers display their sweets | | | | | | | |
169 | There is a fountain filled with blood | | | | | | | |
170 | There is a world to come | | | | | | | |
171 | There is a happy land | | | | | | | |
172 | There is a land, a better land than this | | | | | | | |
173 | This book is all that's left me now | | | | | | | |
174 | Thou Judge of quick and dead | | | | | | | |
175 | Thy life I read, my gracious Lord | | | | | | | |
176 | To-day the Saviour calls | | | | | | | |
177 | 'Tis the last call of mercy | | | | | | | |
178 | The glorious day is coming | | | | | | | |
179 | The clouds at length are breaking | | | | | | | |
180 | The God of harvest praise | | | | | | | |
181 | There is a land of pure delight | | | | | | | |
182 | Thus far the Lord hath led me on | | | | | | | |
183 | Thy kingdom come; thus, day by day | | | | | | | |
184 | Vain, delusive world, adieu | | | | | | | |
185 | Wake the song of Jubilee | | | | | | | |
186 | Welcome, sweet day of rest | | | | | | | |
187 | Witness, ye men and angels; now | | | | | | | |
188 | Weary pilgrim, why this sadness? | | | | | | | |
189 | We lift our hearts to thee | | | | | | | |
190 | We're travelling home to heaven above | | | | | | | |
191 | We're going home, we've had visions bright | | | | | | | |
192 | We have heard from the bright, the better land | | | | | | | |
193 | When for eternal worlds we steer | | | | | | | |
194 | When shall we meet again | | | | | | | |
195 | Who came from Heav'n to ransom me? | | | | | | | |
195[196] | When I survey the wondrous cross | | | | | | | |
197[196] | When strangers stand and hear me tell | | | | | | | |
198[197] | What are these in bright array? | | | | | | | |
199[198] | When the King of kings comes | | | | | | | |
200[199] | Worthy, worthy is the Lamb | | | | | | | |
201[200] | Ye virgin souls, arise | | | | | | | |