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1 | Come, all ye chosen saints of God | | | | | | | |
2 | Lord, what a riddle is my soul! | | | | | | | |
3 | If unbelief's that sin accurst | | | | | | | |
4 | Come, Holy Spirit, come | | | | | | | |
5 | Blest Spirit of truth, eternal God | | | | | | | |
6 | Descend from heav'n, celestial dove | | | | | | | |
7 | A man there is, a real man | | | | | | | |
8 | How can ye hope, deluded souls | | | | | | | |
9 | The Holy Ghost in scripture saith | | | | | | | |
10 | My God! when I reflect | | | | | | | |
11 | Jesus is the chiefest good | | | | | | | |
12 | Come, ye redeemed of the Lord | | | | | | | |
13 | How blest is the season | | | | | | | |
14 | Let us all with grateful praises | | | | | | | |
15 | The souls that would to Jesus press | | | | | | | |
16 | Once more the constant sun | | | | | | | |
17 | Lamb of God, we fall before thee | | | | | | | |
18 | Oh! the pangs by Christians felt | | | | | | | |
19 | Tho' strait be the way | | | | | | | |
20 | And must it, Lord be so? | | | | | | | |
21 | How wond'rous are the works of God | | | | | | | |
22 | In all our worst afflictions | | | | | | | |
23 | Brethren, let us praise our Lord | | | | | | | |
24 | Come, my Soul, and let us try | | | | | | | |
25 | What slavish fears molest my mind | | | | | | | |
26 | Wide is the gate of death | | | | | | | |
27 | Come hither, ye that fear the Lord | | | | | | | |
28 | The Lord assur'd the chosen race | | | | | | | |
29 | How strange is the course, that a Christian must steer? | | | | | | | |
30 | Oh! what a narrow, narrow path | | | | | | | |
31 | God thus commanded Jacob's seed | | | | | | | |
32 | The Lord that made both heav'n and earth | | | | | | | |
33 | Some Christians to the Lord regard a day | | | | | | | |
34 | Oh! what a sad and doleful night | | | | | | | |
35 | That day when Christ was crucified | | | | | | | |
36 | Come, poor sinners, come away | | | | | | | |
37 | The sinner that by precious faith | | | | | | | |
38 | When Adam by transgression fell | | | | | | | |
39 | Come, ye humble sinner-train | | | | | | | |
40 | O ye sons of men be wise | | | | | | | |
41 | Much we talk of Jesu's blood | | | | | | | |
42 | Brethren, would you know your stay? | | | | | | | |
43 | Lord, when thy Spirit descends to shew | | | | | | | |
44 | A saint there was in days of old | | | | | | | |
45 | When the blest day of pentecost | | | | | | | |
46 | The soul that with sincere desires | | | | | | | |
47 | To comprehend the great THREE ONE | | | | | | | |
48 | The moon and stars shall lose their light | | | | | | | |
49 | When deaf to ev'ry warning giv'n | | | | | | | |
50 | Faith in the bleeding Lamb | | | | | | | |
51 | Mercy is welcome news indeed | | | | | | | |
52 | Kind souls, who for the mis'ries moan | | | | | | | |
53 | Whoe'er believes aright | | | | | | | |
54 | Jesus is our God and Saviour | | | | | | | |
55 | Come, ye Christians, sing the praises | | | | | | | |
56 | Let us ask th' important question | | | | | | | |
57 | If dust and ashes might presume | | | | | | | |
58 | Innumerable foes | | | | | | | |
59 | When Aaron in the holi'st place | | | | | | | |
60 | Mighty enemies without | | | | | | | |
61 | When we pray, or when we sing | | | | | | | |
62 | Come hither ye, that fain would know | | | | | | | |
63 | Now from the garden to the cross | | | | | | | |
64 | Faith in Jesus can repel | | | | | | | |
65 | Man, bewail thy situation | | | | | | | |
66 | Dark is he whose eye's not single | | | | | | | |
67 | Righteousness to the believer | | | | | | | |
68 | Perfect holiness of Spirit | | | | | | | |
69 | As when a child secure of harms | | | | | | | |
70 | Ye tempted, souls, reflect | | | | | | | |
71 | Now for a wond'rous song | | | | | | | |
72 | Bless the Lord, my soul; and raise | | | | | | | |
73 | No prophet, nor dreamer of dreams | | | | | | | |
74 | Lord, we lie before thy feet | | | | | | | |
75 | Jesus, while he dwelt below | | | | | | | |
76 | The things on earth which men esteem | | | | | | | |
77 | Believers own they are but blind | | | | | | | |
78 | When Noah, with his favour'd few | | | | | | | |
79 | He that believeth Christ, the Lord | | | | | | | |
80 | Mistaken men may bawl | | | | | | | |
81 | Ye lambs of Christ's fold | | | | | | | |
82 | Of all the creatures God has made | | | | | | | |
83 | Ye children of God | | | | | | | |
84 | How hard and rugged is the way | | | | | | | |
85 | If ever it could come to pass | | | | | | | |
86 | The fountain of Christ | | | | | | | |
87 | Gracious God, thy children keep | | | | | | | |
88 | The sinner that truly believes | | | | | | | |
89 | Brethren, Those who come to bliss | | | | | | | |
90 | A form of words, tho' e'er so sound | | | | | | | |
91 | Christ is the friend of sinners | | | | | | | |
92 | What tongue can fully tell | | | | | | | |
93 | Come, ye backsliding sons of God | | | | | | | |
94 | I am, saith Christ, the way | | | | | | | |
95 | My brethren, why these anxious fears | | | | | | | |
96 | Lord, look on all assembled here | | | | | | | |
97 | When I, by faith, my Maker see | | | | | | | |
98 | Is then the law of God untrue | | | | | | | |
99 | The God I trust | | | | | | | |
100 | Come, ye sinners, poor and wretched | | | | | | | |