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101 | I Love the Lord, his name is great | | | | | | | |
102 | How happy when we meet | | | | | | | |
103 | Arise, my soul, arise | | | | | | | |
104 | The vile, the vain, and thoughtless race | | | | | | | |
105 | How many sorrows wait around | | | | | | | |
106 | What is my real love? | | | | | | | |
107 | Come, brethren, join in praise | | | | | | | |
108 | What is there, Lord, that I can do | | | | | | | |
109 | When God arises in his pow'r | | | | | | | |
110 | O how I long to drop my clay | | | | | | | |
111 | Come then the friendly hand of death | | | | | | | |
112 | In yon bless'd world above | | | | | | | |
113 | And may an humble christian here | | | | | | | |
114 | Come, from the stately mansions rove | | | | | | | |
115 | But hark! what sounds of harmony | | | | | | | |
116 | Where can such pleasures flow | | | | | | | |
117 | Where shall the humble christian find | | | | | | | |
118 | Sometimes I'm tempted to suppose | | | | | | | |
119 | How gladly would I die to prove | | | | | | | |
120 | Lord, what am I? an angel made? | | | | | | | |
121 | What fondness sinners ever prove | | | | | | | |
122 | Darkness pervades the mind | | | | | | | |
123 | To thee, Jehovah Lord, alone | | | | | | | |
124 | I see a host of foes | | | | | | | |
125 | How bless'd the saints, when all are join'd | | | | | | | |
126 | Would you behold a heav'n below? | | | | | | | |
127 | O how divinely bless'd | | | | | | | |
128 | Born in a world of sin and death | | | | | | | |
129 | Death, thou art welcome to my arms | | | | | | | |
130 | And shall my spirit rise indeed? | | | | | | | |
131 | But O! what wonders strange and new | | | | | | | |
132 | And when divine instructions flow | | | | | | | |
133 | Vain man, by error led astray | | | | | | | |
134 | Great God of heav'n, it cannot be | | | | | | | |
135 | Know then that ev'ry soul is free | | | | | | | |
136 | That there's a heav'n of joy for me | | | | | | | |
137 | Thou blessed Lord, I feel and know | | | | | | | |
138 | All seem to wish to be forgiv'n | | | | | | | |
139 | If we would pardon find | | | | | | | |
140 | When I survey this world | | | | | | | |
141 | The man who fears the Lord | | | | | | | |
142 | My God is ever nigh | | | | | | | |
143 | The Lord of hosts with pow'r divine | | | | | | | |
144 | In thee, O Lord, and thee alone | | | | | | | |
145 | Grounded in truth thy church shall rise | | | | | | | |
146 | Sure as Jehovah reigns on high | | | | | | | |
147 | Praise ye the Lord, exalt his name | | | | | | | |
148 | Tho' cloth'd in feeble dust and earth | | | | | | | |
149 | And O! my soul, be on thy guard | | | | | | | |
150 | How cold is my heart in thy ways | | | | | | | |
151 | O for a heart that's pure and clean | | | | | | | |
152 | Great God, we give thee praise | | | | | | | |
153 | But O, what wonders rise | | | | | | | |
154 | How richly blest we live | | | | | | | |
155 | O could I soar from star to star | | | | | | | |
156 | And if the outworks of our God | | | | | | | |
157 | Farewell, dear friend! a long farewell! | | | | | | | |
158 | Ah! late how full of trying pain | | | | | | | |
159 | Jehovah Jesus is my Lord | | | | | | | |
160 | Am I on ev'ry side beset | | | | | | | |
161 | Am I distress'd, and feel within | | | | | | | |
162 | Am I by sin an heir of hell | | | | | | | |
163 | Do I my neighbour truly love? | | | | | | | |
164 | Am I in waiting for my Lord? | | | | | | | |
165 | Boast not, vain man, of all thy store | | | | | | | |
166 | We live amongst a sinful brood | | | | | | | |
167 | While here we live, we fain would be | | | | | | | |
168 | How few, alas, shall live | | | | | | | |
169 | Behold decrepit, aged men | | | | | | | |
170 | Do I belong to Christ the Lord | | | | | | | |
171 | The christian knows his God aright | | | | | | | |
172 | When Jesus first appear'd | | | | | | | |
173 | But why, ye christians, why | | | | | | | |
174 | Great God of heav'n, thy children now | | | | | | | |
175 | And is the Lord Jehovah here? | | | | | | | |
176 | Come, brethren, at this feast appear | | | | | | | |
177 | To God be praises giv'n | | | | | | | |
178 | Once more do we enjoy the sign | | | | | | | |
179 | Come, brethren, let us all unite | | | | | | | |
180 | Come, all ye wretched, poor, and blind | | | | | | | |
181 | Where I to potent kings ally'd | | | | | | | |
182 | The honours of this mortal state | | | | | | | |
183 | But while I eat this flesh and blood | | | | | | | |
184 | And while we sit around the board | | | | | | | |
185 | Ye saints that sit around | | | | | | | |
186 | This is a feast of love | | | | | | | |
187 | Bound to our Lord by sacred ties | | | | | | | |
188 | What wonders hath Jehovah wrought | | | | | | | |
189 | Come, brethren, while we eat this bread | | | | | | | |
190 | And will the Lord, who gives this feast | | | | | | | |
191 | Thou great, all-knowing, present God | | | | | | | |
192 | O happy man , thy Maker's care | | | | | | | |
193 | O Holy Lord, thy name to me | | | | | | | |
194 | Dear Lord, how have thy creatures err'd! | | | | | | | |
195 | Tho' God our Saviour took our form | | | | | | | |
196 | From thy bless'd body radiant light | | | | | | | |
197 | Our Jesus is both God and Man | | | | | | | |
198 | Think, O my soul, the solemn day | | | | | | | |
199 | Our confidence and hope, O Lord | | | | | | | |
200 | Come ye that love the Lord, rejoice | | | | | | | |