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101 | Alas, and did my Savior bleed? And did my Sovereign die? | | | | | | | |
102 | Hark, my soul, it is the Lord | | | | | | | |
103 | That awful hour will soon appear | | | | | | | |
104 | He dies, the friend of sinners dies | | | | | | | |
105 | When marshalled on the nightly [mighty] plain | | | | | | | |
106 | Spirit of truth, on this Thy day, To Thee for help we cry | | | | | | | |
107 | Why fix thy love on shadows | | | | | | | |
108 | Remember thy Creator, While youth's fair spring | | | | | | | |
109 | As flows the rapid river | | | | | | | |
110 | There's a name whose sound delights me | | | | | | | |
111 | Prayer is the soul's [heart's] [saint's] sincere desire | | | | | | | |
112 | Come let me love, or is my mind hardened to stone or froze to ice | | | | | | | |
113 | As on the cross the Savior hung | | | | | | | |
114 | How oft, alas, this [our] wretched [sinful] [wicked] heart | | | | | | | |
115 | Return, my [each] roving heart, return | | | | | | | |
116 | Whilst thee I seek, protecting power | | | | | | | |
117 | O thou in whose presence my soul takes delight | | | | | | | |
118 | There is a place of sacred [waveless] rest, Far, far beyond the skies | | | | | | | |
119 | 'Tis true that the grave is a dreary abode | | | | | | | |
120 | My God, whose smile is life | | | | | | | |
121 | I would not live alway [always], I ask not to stay | | | | | | | |
122 | There is an hour of peaceful rest | | | | | | | |
123 | The Lord of love on Calvary | | | | | | | |
124 | Young people, all, attention give | | | | | | | |
125 | Whither goest thou, pilgrim stranger | | | | | | | |
126 | Jerusalem, my happy home, O how I long for thee | | | | | | | |
127 | On Jordan's stormy [rugged] banks I stand, And cast a wishful eye | | | | | | | |
128 | Hark, the voice of love and mercy | | | | | | | |
129 | 'Tis a point I long to know | | | | | | | |
130 | Did Christ o'er sinner's weep | | | | | | | |
131 | May the grace of Christ [God] our [the] Savior | | | | | | | |
132 | Rejoice, there's a light for the gloomiest hour | | | | | | | |
133 | O could we speak the matchless worth | | | | | | | |
134 | 'Tis midnight, and on Olive's brow | | | | | | | |
135 | Thou soft [sweet] flowing [gliding] Kedron [Cedron], by thy silver [limpid] stream | | | | | | | |
136 | Asleep in Jesus, blessed sleep | | | | | | | |
137 | Zion, awake, thy strength renew | | | | | | | |
138 | To leave my dear friends, and with [from] my neighbors [kindred] to depart | | | | | | | |
139 | The day is past and gone, the evening shades appear | | | | | | | |
140 | The Lord into his garden comes | | | | | | | |
141 | I love to steal awhile away | | | | | | | |
142 | Come ye [you] sinners, poor and wretched [needy], Weak and wounded | | | | | | | |
143 | Thou art gone to the grave but we will not deplore thee | | | | | | | |
144 | Blow ye [you] the trumpet, blow | | | | | | | |
145 | A charge to keep I have, A God to glorify | | | | | | | |
146 | O happy is the man [child] who [that] hears instruction's [religion's] [Messiah's] warning voice | | | | | | | |
147 | O had I wings like a dove, I would fly | | | | | | | |
148 | Jesus, I fain would call thee mine | | | | | | | |
149 | In all my Lord's appointed ways | | | | | | | |
150 | O ye blood washed, ransomed sinners | | | | | | | |
151 | Lord, in humble, sweet submission, Here we meet to follow thee | | | | | | | |
152 | Ye happy saints, the Lamb adore | | | | | | | |
153 | Not with a pained reluctant heart | | | | | | | |
154 | Great King of kings, and Lord of lords | | | | | | | |
155 | The Word, the Spirit, and the bride | | | | | | | |
156 | From the world's enchantment [enchantments] turning | | | | | | | |
157 | Jesus, mighty King in [of] Zion | | | | | | | |
158 | Merciful God, arise | | | | | | | |
159 | Far off beyond the sea, I love | | | | | | | |
160 | Ye Christian heroes [heralds], go proclaim | | | | | | | |
161 | From Greenland's icy mountains | | | | | | | |
162 | On the mountain [mountain's] top appearing | | | | | | | |
163 | Go, ye messengers of God | | | | | | | |
A1 | Yes, my native land, I love thee | | | | | | | |
A2 | Stop, poor sinner [sinners], stop and think | | | | | | | |
A3 | In evil long I took delight | | | | | | | |
A4 | How lost was [is] my [our] condition | | | | | | | |
A5 | O when shall I [we] see Jesus and dwell [reign] with Him above | | | | | | | |
A6 | The glorious light of Zion is spreading | | | | | | | |
A7 | Great God, to thee I'll make | | | | | | | |
A8 | Peace, troubled soul, whose [thy] plaintive moan | | | | | | | |
A9 | Religion is the chief concern | | | | | | | |
A10 | Yonder amazing sight I [we] see | | | | | | | |
A11 | There is a Heaven above the skies | | | | | | | |
A12 | Father, whate'er of earthly bliss | | | | | | | |
A13 | The spacious firmament on high | | | | | | | |