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201 | Let Zion songs of triumph sing | | | | | | | |
202 | For a season called to part | | | | | | | |
203 | Salvation by grace how charming the song | | | | | | | |
204 | There is a Friend, that [who] sticketh fast | | | | | | | |
205 | Behold what wondrous grace | | | | | | | |
206 | Before the day star knew its place | | | | | | | |
207 | Space and duration God doth fill | | | | | | | |
208 | 'Twas to redeem his bride from hell | | | | | | | |
209 | Christ is the eternal Rock | | | | | | | |
210 | Head of thy [the] church triumphant | | | | | | | |
211 | Believers own they are but blind | | | | | | | |
212 | 'Tis the Bridegroom's voice I hear | | | | | | | |
213 | O happy spouse, Jehovah's bride | | | | | | | |
214 | As branches from the vine | | | | | | | |
215 | In ties of blood, with Zion one | | | | | | | |
216 | Assist my soul, my heavenly King | | | | | | | |
217 | Jesus, we bless thy Father's name | | | | | | | |
218 | Behold the potter and the clay | | | | | | | |
219 | But few among the carnal wise | | | | | | | |
220 | There was an hour when Christ rejoiced | | | | | | | |
221 | Jesus, the man of constant grief | | | | | | | |
222 | How happy are we, Our election who see | | | | | | | |
223 | Who shall condemn to endless flames | | | | | | | |
224 | Who shall the Lord's elect condemn | | | | | | | |
225 | O my distrustful heart, how small thy faith appears | | | | | | | |
226 | Sons we are, through God's election | | | | | | | |
227 | All the elected train | | | | | | | |
228 | Expand, my soul, arise, my song | | | | | | | |
229 | Deep in the everlasting mind The great mysterious purpose lay | | | | | | | |
230 | Our Jesus loves his dear elect | | | | | | | |
231 | Brethren, would you know your stay | | | | | | | |
232 | Fixed was the eternal state of man | | | | | | | |
233 | Jehovah in council, resolved to fulfil | | | | | | | |
234 | In the scheme of man's salvation I, as wisdom, did convene | | | | | | | |
235 | How vast the benefits divine, which we | | | | | | | |
236 | Before the sun, the fount of light A single round had run | | | | | | | |
237 | O'er mercy's unfathomed abyss | | | | | | | |
238 | 'Twas fixed in God's eternal mind | | | | | | | |
239 | Sovereign Ruler of the skies | | | | | | | |
240 | There is a period known to God | | | | | | | |
241 | Thrice comfortable hope | | | | | | | |
242 | Of God's great love, ere time began | | | | | | | |
243 | How oft have [hath] sin and Satan [nature] strove [striven] | | | | | | | |
244 | Rejoice ye saints, in every state, Divine decrees | | | | | | | |
245 | The Father's free electing grace | | | | | | | |
246 | Assist my soul, my heavenly King | | | | | | | |
247 | That was a wonder working word | | | | | | | |
248 | Vain are the hopes that rebels place | | | | | | | |
249 | As new born babes desire the breast | | | | | | | |
250 | From deep distress and troubled thoughts | | | | | | | |
251 | Blest is the man, for ever blest | | | | | | | |
252 | Why does your face, ye humble [troubled] souls | | | | | | | |
253 | 'Tis mine, the covenant of his grace | | | | | | | |
254 | The covenant of free grace | | | | | | | |
255 | With David's Lord, and ours A covenant was made | | | | | | | |
256 | O the mysterious depths of grace | | | | | | | |
257 | Come, saints, and sing in sweet accord Nor let your sorrows swell | | | | | | | |
258 | Great Source of all eternal grace | | | | | | | |
259 | When in the cloud, with colors fair | | | | | | | |
260 | Lord of creation's wondrous frame | | | | | | | |
261 | By covenant transaction, and blood | | | | | | | |
262 | Ye ransomed sons of Adam's race | | | | | | | |
263 | How high a privilege 'tis to know | | | | | | | |
264 | My Savior, let me hear thy voice | | | | | | | |
265 | Sovereign of all the worlds on high | | | | | | | |
266 | Let others boast their ancient line | | | | | | | |
267 | Hark! for 'tis God's own Son that calls | | | | | | | |
268 | Come, let us join with saints above Who have obtained the prize | | | | | | | |
269 | Not all the nobles of the earth who boast the honors of their birth | | | | | | | |
270 | Now begin the heavenly theme | | | | | | | |
271 | Hark, the voice of love and mercy | | | | | | | |
272 | Jesus, with all thy saints above | | | | | | | |
273 | Come, raise your thankful voice | | | | | | | |
274 | O the power of love divine | | | | | | | |
275 | There is a fountain filled with blood, drawn from Immanuel's vein [veins] | | | | | | | |
276 | The Lord, in the day of his anger | | | | | | | |
277 | Poor, weak, and worthless though I am | | | | | | | |
278 | How wondrous are the works of God | | | | | | | |
279 | The man that's only born of man | | | | | | | |
280 | On Zion's sacred mount I saw The lamb for sinners slain | | | | | | | |
281 | Till God the Spirit's rising beam | | | | | | | |
282 | Ye slaves of sin, redeemed by blood | | | | | | | |
283 | Plunged in a [the] gulf of dark [deep] despair | | | | | | | |
284 | Enslaved by sin and bound in chains | | | | | | | |
285 | ôTis finished, so the Savior cried, and meekly | | | | | | | |
286 | Bought with the Savior's precious blood | | | | | | | |
287 | Nothing but thy blood, O Jesus can relieve | | | | | | | |
288 | And did the Holy and the Just | | | | | | | |
289 | Now have I found the ground wherein | | | | | | | |
290 | Does conscience lay a guilty charge | | | | | | | |
291 | Thou dear Redeemer, dying Lamb | | | | | | | |
292 | Join every tongue to sing | | | | | | | |
293 | Father, I sing thy wondrous grace I bless my Savior's name | | | | | | | |
294 | When Isr'l's grieving tribes complained | | | | | | | |
295 | How shall the sons of men appear | | | | | | | |
296 | In vain we seek for peace with God By methods of our own | | | | | | | |
297 | Peace, by His cross, hath Jesus made | | | | | | | |
298 | 'Tis finished, the Messiah dies | | | | | | | |
299 | Jesus, thy blood and righteousness | | | | | | | |
300 | Righteousness to the believer | | | | | | | |