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S63 | And art thou, gracious Master, gone | | | | | | | |
S64 | When first my heart was wounded | | | | | | | |
S66 | In evil long I took delight | | | | | | | |
S67 | All within was dark and gloomy | | | | | | | |
S68 | When drawn by the Father, I came | | | | | | | |
S69 | Come, brethren and sisters, who're now on the way | | | | | | | |
S70 | The fountain of mercy rolls down from the sky | | | | | | | |
S71 | Ye brethren, who profess the Lord | | | | | | | |
S72 | Once in the time of pressing need | | | | | | | |
S73 | Wounded by the Spirit's sword | | | | | | | |
S74 | Jesus, Master, pray discover | | | | | | | |
S75 | When Christ, the Lord, had left the dead | | | | | | | |
S76 | Come, soldiers for Jesus, attend to this way | | | | | | | |
S77 | Jesus, I my cross have taken | | | | | | | |
S78 | Come, all ye who ever have mercy obtain'd | | | | | | | |
S79 | Come, all who are trav'lling to Canaan | | | | | | | |
S80 | Attend, ye saints, and hear me tell | | | | | | | |
S81 | Come away to the skies | | | | | | | |
S82 | O how happy are they | | | | | | | |
S83 | God is our refuge in distress | | | | | | | |
S84 | Lord, and is thine anger gone | | | | | | | |
S85 | 'Tis my desire with God to walk | | | | | | | |
S86 | I long to see the season come | | | | | | | |
S87 | O how I have long'd for the comin of God! | | | | | | | |
S88 | How tedious and tasteless the hours | | | | | | | |
S89 | There is a heaven above the skies | | | | | | | |
S90 | Come, my friend, and let us try | | | | | | | |
S91 | I'll sing my Saviour's grace | | | | | | | |
S92 | Begone, unbelief, my Saviour is near | | | | | | | |
S93 | O glorious hope of perfect love! | | | | | | | |
S94 | Come, ye that love the Lord indeed | | | | | | | |
S95 | Come, Lord, and help us to rejoice | | | | | | | |
S96 | Ye happy children, who follow Jesus | | | | | | | |
S97 | Ye children of Zion, who're bound to the kingdom | | | | | | | |
S98 | Come, and taste along with me | | | | | | | |
S99 | This day my soul has caugh tnew fire | | | | | | | |
S100 | Hark! my soul, it is the Lord | | | | | | | |
S101 | Bright scenes of glory strike my sense | | | | | | | |
S102 | There is a land of pleasure | | | | | | | |
S103 | Trump of war! awake the soldier | | | | | | | |
S104 | Why sleep ye, my brethren!–come let us arise | | | | | | | |
S105 | Brethren, while we sojourn here | | | | | | | |
S106 | Come, soldiers of Jesus, awake from your sleep | | | | | | | |
S107 | Come on, my partners in distress | | | | | | | |
S108 | Awake! ye soldiers of the cross | | | | | | | |
S109 | At a distance from heaven, in a world of contention | | | | | | | |
S110 | Saviour, visit thy plantation | | | | | | | |
S111 | Say now, ye lovely, social band | | | | | | | |
S112 | Awake, my dear brethren, who trust in the Lord | | | | | | | |
S113 | Oh! when shall I see Jesus | | | | | | | |
S114 | Jesus, thy boundless love to me | | | | | | | |
S115 | I would not live alway, thus fetter'd by sin | | | | | | | |
S116 | Says Faith, look yonder! see the crown | | | | | | | |
S117 | An alien from God, and a stranger to grace | | | | | | | |
S118 | Jesus, thou odoriferous name! | | | | | | | |
S119 | How happy is every child of grace | | | | | | | |
S120 | On Jordan's stormy banks I stand | | | | | | | |
S121 | Jerusalem! my happy home | | | | | | | |
S122 | Sweet rivers of redeeming love | | | | | | | |
S123 | My soul's full of glory, inspiring my tongue | | | | | | | |
S124 | Retir'd from man, in some lonely recess | | | | | | | |
S125 | Tell me no more of earthly toys | | | | | | | |
S126 | O tell me no more of this world's vain store | | | | | | | |
S127 | Infinite goodness teaches us submission | | | | | | | |
S128 | In the floods of tribulation | | | | | | | |
S129 | Afflictions, though they seem severe | | | | | | | |
S130 | My Jesus! I pray thee to be ever near | | | | | | | |
S131 | Behold the path that mortals tread | | | | | | | |
S132 | No room for mirth or trifling here | | | | | | | |
S133 | The time draws nigh, I must go home | | | | | | | |
S134 | My days, my weeks, my months, my years | | | | | | | |
S135 | My youthful friends, to ruin bound | | | | | | | |
S136 | While angels strike their tuneful strings | | | | | | | |
S137 | O turn, guilty sinners, O why will you die | | | | | | | |
S138 | Arise and shine, O Zion, fair | | | | | | | |
S139 | What sound is this salutes mine ear! | | | | | | | |
S140 | When thou, my righteous Judge, shalt come | | | | | | | |
S141 | Brethren, I am come again | | | | | | | |
S142 | Draw nigh to us, Jehovah | | | | | | | |
S143 | With gladness, dear brethren, we meet at this place | | | | | | | |
S144 | My Christian friends in bonds of love | | | | | | | |
S145 | Farewell, my friends, I must be gone | | | | | | | |
S146 | And now, dear brethren, I bid you farewell | | | | | | | |
S147 | While in this vale of sorrow | | | | | | | |
S148 | Farewell, my dear brethren, the time is at hand | | | | | | | |
S149 | Awake, my heart! my soul, arise! | | | | | | | |
S150 | Jesus, lover of my soul | | | | | | | |
S151 | Stop, poor sinners, stop and think | | | | | | | |
S152 | Now the Saviour stands a pleading | | | | | | | |
S153 | Awake! careless sinners, believe and obey | | | | | | | |
S154 | Come, ye sinners, poor and wretched | | | | | | | |
S155 | Come, dear brethren in the Saviour | | | | | | | |
S156 | Away, my doubts, begone, my fears | | | | | | | |
S157 | Away, my unbelieving fear! | | | | | | | |
S158 | Dark and thorny is the desert | | | | | | | |
S159 | In songs of sublime adoration and praise | | | | | | | |
S160 | Blessed are the sons of God | | | | | | | |
S161 | Hark! the jubilee is coming | | | | | | | |
S162 | Hark! the gospel trumpet's sounding | | | | | | | |
S163 | Trembling mourners, would-be Christians | | | | | | | |