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38 | Come hither, all ye [you] weary souls | | | | | | | |
39 | Go preach my gospel, saith the [my] Lord | | | | | | | |
40 | Saints at your heavenly Father's word | | | | | | | |
41 | So let our lips and lives express | | | | | | | |
42 | Let Pharisees of high esteem | | | | | | | |
43 | Firm as the earth thy [the] gospel stands | | | | | | | |
44 | Why should the children of a King | | | | | | | |
45 | Why do we [ye] [you] mourn departing [departed] [for dying] friends | | | | | | | |
46 | Alas, and did my Savior bleed? And did my Sovereign die? | | | | | | | |
47 | My soul forsakes her [each] vain delight | | | | | | | |
48 | Welcome, sweet day of rest | | | | | | | |
49 | Far from my [our] thoughts, vain world, be gone | | | | | | | |
50 | Lord, what a heaven of saving | | | | | | | |
51 | Let others boast how strong they be [are] | | | | | | | |
52 | My drowsy powers, why sleep ye [you] so | | | | | | | |
53 | Stoop down, my thoughts, that [which] used [use] to rise | | | | | | | |
54 | Why should we start and fear to die | | | | | | | |
55 | Raise thee my soul fly up and run | | | | | | | |
56 | Come, Holy Spirit, heavenly dove, with all thy quickening powers | | | | | | | |
57 | Happy the heart where graces reign | | | | | | | |
58 | Our days, alas, our mortal days | | | | | | | |
59 | Now to the Lord a noble [joyful] song | | | | | | | |
60 | How vain are all things here below | | | | | | | |
61 | Death cannot make our souls afraid, If God be with us there | | | | | | | |
62 | My God, the spring of all my joys | | | | | | | |
63 | Thee we adore, eternal name, And humbly | | | | | | | |
64 | No, I shall envy them no more | | | | | | | |
65 | My soul, come, meditate the day, And think | | | | | | | |
66 | Hark, from the tomb [tombs] a doleful [warning] [mournful] sound | | | | | | | |
67 | When I can read my title clear | | | | | | | |
68 | There is a land of pure delight, Where saints immortal reign | | | | | | | |
69 | Is this the kind return | | | | | | | |
70 | Stand up, my soul [our souls], shake off thy [your] fears | | | | | | | |
71 | My God, my life, my love, to thee, to thee I call | | | | | | | |
72 | What empty things are all the skies | | | | | | | |
73 | Come, happy souls, approach your God | | | | | | | |
74 | Raise your triumphant songs | | | | | | | |
75 | That awful day will surely come | | | | | | | |
76 | And must this body die | | | | | | | |
77 | How can I sink with such a prop | | | | | | | |
78 | My God, permit me [us] not to be a stranger | | | | | | | |
79 | Eternal Spirit, we confess | | | | | | | |
80 | My dear Redeemer, and my Lord | | | | | | | |
81 | Not all the blood of beast [beasts], On Jewish altars | | | | | | | |
82 | Great was the day, the joy was great | | | | | | | |
83 | Not to the terrors of the Lord the tempest fire and smoke | | | | | | | |
84 | Broad is the road [stream] that leads to death [wrath] | | | | | | | |
85 | Strait [straight] is the way [gate], the door is strait [straight] | | | | | | | |
86 | When I survey the wondrous cross | | | | | | | |
87 | How sweet and awful [holy] [sacred] is the place | | | | | | | |
b1 | To Jesus, the crown of my [our] hope | | | | | | | |
b2 | Rise, my soul, and stretch thy wings | | | | | | | |
b3 | When we, our wearied [weary] limbs to rest | | | | | | | |
b4 | Daniel's wisdom may I know, Stephen's faith | | | | | | | |
b5 | Praise God the Father, heavenly light | | | | | | | |
b6 | What scenes of terror and amaze | | | | | | | |
b7 | Jesus, to every willing mind | | | | | | | |
b8 | Ye happy children who follow Jesus | | | | | | | |
b9 | Mid [midst] scenes of confusion and creature complaints | | | | | | | |
b10 | My dearest friends in bonds of love | | | | | | | |
b11 | Come citizens and friends so dear | | | | | | | |
b12 | Called to a sense of duty | | | | | | | |
b13 | When shall we three meet again | | | | | | | |
b14 | Parted many a toil spent year, Pledged in youth | | | | | | | |
b15 | Blessed Savior, callest [called] thou me | | | | | | | |
b16 | O blessed Lord Jesus, I know thou art mine | | | | | | | |
b17 | Saw ye [you] my Savior, saw ye [you] my Savior | | | | | | | |
b18 | I'll sing a song which [that] doth belong | | | | | | | |
b19 | When souls are first converted | | | | | | | |
b20 | This world is all a fleeting show | | | | | | | |
b21 | When Christ pours out a heavenly sound | | | | | | | |
b22 | One there is above all others, well [who] deserves | | | | | | | |
b23 | Hark, listen to the trumpeters They call for volunteers | | | | | | | |
b24 | Young people, all, attention give | | | | | | | |
b25 | One night as I lay musing | | | | | | | |
b26 | The glorious light of Zion is spreading | | | | | | | |
b27 | Brethren, we have met to worship, and adore the Lord our God | | | | | | | |
b28 | Come, all ye sons of Zion | | | | | | | |
b29 | What strange desire is this to [I] feel | | | | | | | |
b30 | O tell me no more of this [the] world's vain [vain world's] store | | | | | | | |
b31 | O'er the [those] gloomy hills of darkness | | | | | | | |
b32 | Prayer is the soul's [heart's] [saint's] sincere desire | | | | | | | |
b33 | There is in heaven a mercy seat | | | | | | | |
b34 | Glory to God that I have found | | | | | | | |
b35 | Thy word, O Lord, directs the saints | | | | | | | |
b36 | When Christians all in friendship meet | | | | | | | |
b37 | Ye saints of God, of every name | | | | | | | |
b38 | God moves in a mysterious way | | | | | | | |
b39 | The spacious firmament on high | | | | | | | |
b40 | Father of mercies, in thy [your] word | | | | | | | |
b41 | Afflicted saint [saints] [soul] [souls], to Christ [God] draw near | | | | | | | |
b42 | Precious Bible, what a treasure | | | | | | | |
b43 | How firm a foundation, ye [you] saints of the Lord | | | | | | | |
b44 | Behold the morning sun | | | | | | | |
b45 | Sweet is the memory of thy grace | | | | | | | |
b46 | Awake, my soul, in [to] joyful [joyous] lays | | | | | | | |
b47 | Good is Jehovah in bestowing sunshine | | | | | | | |
b48 | Since all the changing [coming] [downward] varying [various] scenes of time | | | | | | | |
b49 | As shepherds in Jewry were guarding their sheep | | | | | | | |
b50 | From the regions of love, lo, an angel descended | | | | | | | |