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101 | Christ is the way to heavenly bliss | | | | | | | |
102 | Jesus! O, what a wondrous theme | | | | | | | |
103 | Behold the sure foundation-stone | | | | | | | |
104 | There is a fountain filled with blood, drawn from Immanuel's vein [veins] | | | | | | | |
105 | Poor, weak, and worthless though I am | | | | | | | |
106 | Jesus, my love, my chief delight | | | | | | | |
107 | "One thing is needful," saith the Lord | | | | | | | |
108 | Jesus, I sing thy matchless grace | | | | | | | |
109 | Lord, dost thou show a corner-stone | | | | | | | |
110 | Hail, sovereign love, that first began | | | | | | | |
111 | When Jacob, the pilgrim, was wearied by day | | | | | | | |
112 | How sweet the name of Jesus sounds | | | | | | | |
113 | Of all the joys we mortals know | | | | | | | |
114 | While my Redeemer's near | | | | | | | |
115 | Tell me, Savior, from above | | | | | | | |
116 | Jesus, my all, to heaven is gone | | | | | | | |
117 | Shall wisdom cry aloud | | | | | | | |
118 | Rock of ages, shelter me [us], Let me hide | | | | | | | |
119 | Convinced as a sinner, to Jesus I come | | | | | | | |
120 | O how delightful is the theme | | | | | | | |
121 | Deep in our hearts let us record | | | | | | | |
122 | 'Tis midnight!--and on Olive's brow | | | | | | | |
123 | Yonder--amazing sight!--I see | | | | | | | |
124 | Look down, with wonder and surprise | | | | | | | |
125 | He dies! the friend of sinners dies! | | | | | | | |
126 | When I survey the wondrous cross | | | | | | | |
127 | Alas! and did my Savior bleed | | | | | | | |
128 | As on the cross the Savior hung | | | | | | | |
129 | The finest flower that ever blowed | | | | | | | |
130 | 'Tis finished! so the Savior cried | | | | | | | |
131 | Like sheep we went astray | | | | | | | |
132 | When on the cross my Savior died | | | | | | | |
133 | Blood has a voice to pierce the skies | | | | | | | |
134 | My Savior, on Mount Calvary | | | | | | | |
135 | Infinite grief! amazing wo! | | | | | | | |
136 | Sinners rejoice, it's Christ that died | | | | | | | |
137 | Lo the rock is rolled away | | | | | | | |
138 | Ye humble souls that [who] seek the Lord | | | | | | | |
139 | The angels that watched round the tomb | | | | | | | |
140 | When I the holy [empty] [lonely] [vanquished] grave [tomb] survey | | | | | | | |
141 | Blest be the everlasting [eternal] God | | | | | | | |
142 | Awake, sweet gratitude and sing | | | | | | | |
143 | He lives, the [that] great Redeemer [Creator] lives | | | | | | | |
144 | Jesus, hail, enthroned in glory | | | | | | | |
145 | Well, the Redeemer's gone | | | | | | | |
146 | Arise, my soul, arise, shake off | | | | | | | |
147 | 'Twixt Jesus and the chosen race | | | | | | | |
148 | In union with the Lamb From condemnation free | | | | | | | |
149 | Children of the heavenly king as we journey | | | | | | | |
150 | A sacred union we behold | | | | | | | |
151 | Dear Savior we are thine, By everlasting | | | | | | | |
152 | 'Tis the Bridegroom's voice I hear | | | | | | | |
153 | Jesus, we bless thy Father's name | | | | | | | |
154 | Expand, my soul, arise and sing | | | | | | | |
155 | Eternal, ere the worlds were made | | | | | | | |
156 | Let me, my Savior and my God | | | | | | | |
157 | Sovereign Ruler of the skies | | | | | | | |
158 | Let the whole race of creatures lie | | | | | | | |
159 | 'Twas fixed in God's eternal mind | | | | | | | |
160 | There is a period known to God | | | | | | | |
161 | But few among the carnal wise | | | | | | | |
162 | Enslaved by sin and bound in chains | | | | | | | |
163 | Now begin the heavenly theme | | | | | | | |
164 | Redemption, O, the joyful news | | | | | | | |
165 | Jesus, with all thy saints above | | | | | | | |
166 | Salvation what a heavenly theme | | | | | | | |
167 | On Zion's sacred mount I saw | | | | | | | |
168 | God, in the riches of his grace | | | | | | | |
169 | 'Tis grace, free grace, eternal | | | | | | | |
170 | Salvation how precious the sound | | | | | | | |
171 | No more, my God, I boast no more, Of all the duties I have done | | | | | | | |
172 | Beneath the sacred throne of God | | | | | | | |
173 | Grace, 'tis a charming [cheering] [joyful] [pleasing] sound | | | | | | | |
174 | Great God, 'tis from thy sovereign grace | | | | | | | |
175 | Shall we go on to sin | | | | | | | |
176 | Vain are the hopes the [that] sons of men | | | | | | | |
177 | Jesus, thy blood and righteousness | | | | | | | |
178 | I am a miracle of grace | | | | | | | |
179 | Before the covenant angel's face | | | | | | | |
180 | Jesus hath magnified the law | | | | | | | |
181 | How can a sinner stand before | | | | | | | |
182 | Awake my heart, arise my tongue | | | | | | | |
183 | Jesus, thou art the sinner's friend | | | | | | | |
184 | Forgiveness, 'tis [what] a joyful sound | | | | | | | |
185 | My Savior, let me hear thy voice | | | | | | | |
186 | Is there no shelter from the wrath | | | | | | | |
187 | How oft, alas, this [our] wretched [sinful] [wicked] heart | | | | | | | |
188 | My sorrows, like a flood | | | | | | | |
189 | Sinners, this solemn truth regard | | | | | | | |
190 | Awaked by Sinai's awful sound | | | | | | | |
191 | Not all the outward forms on earth, Nor rites that God hath given | | | | | | | |
192 | On the brink of fiery ruin | | | | | | | |
193 | Stranger, if thou want to know | | | | | | | |
194 | There is a spot to [for] me more dear | | | | | | | |
195 | In evil long I took delight | | | | | | | |
196 | How lost was [is] my [our] condition | | | | | | | |
197 | O what amazing words of grace Are in the gospel found | | | | | | | |
198 | Begin my tongue some heavenly theme | | | | | | | |
199 | Ye burdened souls, to Jesus come | | | | | | | |
200 | Awakened soul, to Jesus fly | | | | | | | |