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I.100b | When all thy mercies, O my God | | | | | |  | |
I.101 | My God, my portion, and my love | | | | | |  | |
I.102 | Sing to the great Jehovah's praise! | | | | | |  | |
I.103 | Soldiers of Christ, arise | | | | | |  | |
I.104 | But, above all, lay hold | | | | | |  | |
I.105 | In fellowship alone | | | | | |  | |
I.106 | Thy ceaseless, unexhausted love | | | | | |  | |
I.107 | That awful day will surely come | | | | | |  | |
I.108[109] | Thou Shepherd of Israel and mine | | | | | |  | |
I.108 | While shepherds watch'd their flocks by night | | | | | |  | |
I.109 | O God! our help in ages past | | | | | |  | |
I.110 | O glorious hope of perfect love! | | | | | |  | |
I.111 | O that my load of sin were gone | | | | | |  | |
I.112 | O thou God of my salvation | | | | | |  | |
I.113 | Rejoice for a brother deceas'd | | | | | |  | |
I.114 | Ye simple souls, that stray | | | | | |  | |
I.115 | My span of life will soon be done | | | | | |  | |
I.116 | Peace, troubled soul, thou need'st not fear | | | | | |  | |
I.117 | Glory to God on high | | | | | |  | |
I.118 | Equip me for the war | | | | | |  | |
I.119 | Of him who did salvation bring | | | | | |  | |
I.120 | My God, I know, I feel thee mine | | | | | |  | |
I.121 | My hope, my all, my Saviour thou | | | | | |  | |
I.122 | Pierce, fill me with an humble fear | | | | | |  | |
I.123[I.122] | Why do we mourn departing friends? | | | | | |  | |
I.124 | Great God, now condescend | | | | | |  | |
I.125 | Yes! we trust the day is breaking | | | | | |  | |
I.126 | Am I a soldier of the cross | | | | | |  | |
I.127 | Drooping saints no longer grieve | | | | | |  | |
I.128 | Hail, mighty Jesus, how divine | | | | | |  | |
I.129 | How sweet the name of Jesus sounds | | | | | |  | |
I.130 | Jesus, thy blood and righteousness | | | | | |  | |
I.131 | Let Zion's watchmen all awake | | | | | |  | |
I.132 | Prisoner of hope, lift up your heads | | | | | |  | |
I.133 | Lamb of God, we fall before thee | | | | | |  | |
I.134 | O thou God of my salvation | | | | | |  | |
I.135 | How sweet, how heav'nly is the sight | | | | | |  | |
I.136 | Beyond the glitt'ring starry sky | | | | | |  | |
I.137 | Rise, O my soul, pursue the path | | | | | |  | |
I.138 | Awake, my soul, stretch ev'ry nerve | | | | | |  | |
I.139 | Come, ye that love the Saviour's name | | | | | |  | |
I.140 | Ye glitt'ring toys of earth, adieu | | | | | |  | |
I.141 | My God, my life, my love | | | | | |  | |
I.142 | Thro' endless years thou art the same | | | | | |  | |
I.143 | Oh! give me Lord my sins to mourn | | | | | |  | |
I.144 | When I survey the wondrous cross | | | | | |  | |
I.145 | Jesus, immortal King, go on | | | | | |  | |
I.146 | We lift our hearts to thee | | | | | |  | |
I.147 | Jesus! and shall it ever be | | | | | |  | |
I.148 | Ye servants of the Lord | | | | | |  | |
I.149 | Jesus, immortal King, arise! | | | | | |  | |
I.150 | Firmly I stand on Zion's hill | | | | | |  | |
I.151 | In age and feebleness extreme | | | | | |  | |
I.152 | We know, by faith we know | | | | | |  | |
I.153 | Hail, Father, Son, and Holy Ghost | | | | | |  | |
I.154 | Sweet is the work, my God, my King | | | | | |  | |
I.155 | Arise, ye Saints, arise and tell | | | | | |  | |
I.156 | O 'Tis a sound should fill the world! | | | | | |  | |
I.157 | God is a name my soul adores | | | | | |  | |
I.158 | Come, let us anew our journey pursue | | | | | |  | |
I.159 | The billows swell, the winds are high | | | | | |  | |
I.160 | Thou lovely source of true delight | | | | | |  | |
I.161 | On the brink of fi'ry ruin | | | | | |  | |
I.162[I.122] | When Jesus first, at heaven's command | | | | | |  | |
I.163 | O! happy day, when saints shall meet | | | | | |  | |
I.164 | When shall I see the welcome hour | | | | | |  | |
I.165 | People of the living God | | | | | |  | |
I.166 | Amazing grace! how sweet the sound | | | | | |  | |
I.167 | When we are rais'd from deep distress | | | | | |  | |
I.168 | To-day the Saviour rose | | | | | |  | |
II.1 | Awak'd by Sina's awful sound | | | | | |  | |
II.2 | Afflictions though they seem severe | | | | | |  | |
II.3 | All hail the power of Jesu's name | | | | | |  | |
II.4 | Arise, my tenderest thoughts, arise | | | | | |  | |
II.5 | Begone! unbelief, my Saviour is near | | | | | |  | |
II.6 | Burst, ye emerald gates, and bring | | | | | |  | |
II.7 | Another, six days work is done | | | | | |  | |
II.8 | Bright scenes of glory strike my sense | | | | | |  | |
II.9 | Come, my soul, and let us try | | | | | |  | |
II.10 | Come, ye that love the Lord indeed | | | | | |  | |
II.11 | Come, and taste along with me | | | | | |  | |
II.12 | Exulting, rejoicing, hail the happy morning | | | | | |  | |
II.13 | Don't you see my Jesus coming? | | | | | |  | |
II.14 | Dearest Jesus--though unseen | | | | | |  | |
II.15 | Come all ye weary travellers | | | | | |  | |
II.16 | Inquire, ye pilgrims, for the way | | | | | |  | |
II.17 | Farewell, my dear brethren, the time is at hand | | | | | |  | |
II.18 | Farewell, dear friends, I must be gone | | | | | |  | |
II.19 | From whence does this Union arise | | | | | |  | |
II.20 | Hail! sov'reign love, that first began | | | | | |  | |
II.21 | How lost was my condition | | | | | |  | |
II.22 | Holy Jesus, lovely lamb | | | | | |  | |
II.23 | Hasten, O sinner! to be wise | | | | | |  | |
II.24 | In the house of King David a fountain did spring | | | | | |  | |
II.25 | If life's pleasures charm thee, give them not thy heart | | | | | |  | |
II.26 | If Jesus is ours, we have a true friend | | | | | |  | |
II.27 | I've found the pearl of greatest price | | | | | |  | |
II.28 | When Abram's servant to procure | | | | | |  | |
II.29 | Jesus, at thy command | | | | | |  | |
II.30 | Jerusalem, my happy home | | | | | |  | |