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101 | Archangels, fold your wings | | | | | | | |
102 | See, the Conqueror mounts in triumph | | | | | | | |
103 | Look, ye saints, the sight is glorious | | | | | | | |
104 | Crowns of glory, ever bright | | | | | | | |
105 | Throned high is Jesus now | | | | | | | |
106 | The head that once was crowned with thorns | | | | | | | |
107 | Beyond the glittering, starry skies | | | | | | | |
108 | Where high the heavenly temple stands | | | | | | | |
109 | With joy we meditate the grace | | | | | | | |
110 | Now let our cheerful eyes survey | | | | | | | |
111 | We bless the Prophet of the Lord | | | | | | | |
112 | Dearest of all the names above | | | | | | | |
113 | He lives, the great Redeemer lives | | | | | | | |
114 | Our blest Redeemer, ere He breathed | | | | | | | |
115 | When God of old came down from heaven | | | | | | | |
116 | Granted is the Saviour's prayer | | | | | | | |
117 | No track is on the sunny sky | | | | | | | |
118 | He's come: let every knee be bent | | | | | | | |
119 | Day divine, when sudden streaming | | | | | | | |
120 | Let songs of praises fill the sky | | | | | | | |
121 | Spirit of peace, celestial Dove | | | | | | | |
122 | God of all consolation | | | | | | | |
123 | Eternal Spirit, we confess | | | | | | | |
124 | The Lord, from His celestial throne | | | | | | | |
125 | Lord, I am vile, conceived in sin | | | | | | | |
126 | Look down, O Lord, with pitying eye | | | | | | | |
127 | Buried in shadows of the night | | | | | | | |
128 | How helpless guilty nature lies | | | | | | | |
129 | How heavy is the night | | | | | | | |
130 | God's holy law transgressed | | | | | | | |
131 | How shall the sons of men appear | | | | | | | |
132 | Ah, how shall fallen man | | | | | | | |
133 | Deep in the dust before Thy throne | | | | | | | |
134 | What shall the dying sinner do | | | | | | | |
135 | And did the Holy and the Just | | | | | | | |
136 | "Ho, every one that thirsts, draw nigh" | | | | | | | |
137 | Come to Calvary's holy mountain | | | | | | | |
138 | Come hither, all ye weary souls | | | | | | | |
139 | Sinners, the voice of God regard | | | | | | | |
140 | Come, ye souls by sin afflicted | | | | | | | |
141 | Return, O wanderer, return | | | | | | | |
142 | Come, says Jesus' sacred voice | | | | | | | |
143 | From the cross uplifted high | | | | | | | |
144 | Now the Saviour standeth, pleading | | | | | | | |
145 | The Saviour calls, let every ear | | | | | | | |
146 | Knocking, knocking, who is there? | | | | | | | |
147 | Ye wretched, hungry, starving poor | | | | | | | |
148 | The Spirit, in our hearts | | | | | | | |
149 | To-day the Saviour calls | | | | | | | |
150 | Just as thou art, without one trace | | | | | | | |
151 | Sinners, obey the gospel word | | | | | | | |
152 | Come, weary souls, with sin distrest | | | | | | | |
153 | Sinners, turn, why will ye die? | | | | | | | |
154 | Come, sinner, to the gospel feast | | | | | | | |
155 | And canst thou, sinner, slight | | | | | | | |
156 | Come, sinners, to the gospel feast | | | | | | | |
157 | Hearts of stone, relent, relent | | | | | | | |
158 | We're travelling home to heaven above | | | | | | | |
159 | Return, O wanderer, to thy home | | | | | | | |
160 | Behold, a stranger's at the door | | | | | | | |
161 | Now is th' accepted time | | | | | | | |
162 | "All things are ready," come | | | | | | | |
163 | Why will ye waste on trifling cares | | | | | | | |
164 | Say, sinner, hath a voice within | | | | | | | |
165 | And will the Judge descend | | | | | | | |
166 | Hasten, sinner to be wise! | | | | | | | |
167 | "Repent!" the voice celestial cries | | | | | | | |
168 | Dying souls, fast bound in sin | | | | | | | |
169 | In the silent midnight watches | | | | | | | |
170 | Child of sin and sorrow, filled with dismay | | | | | | | |
171 | O turn ye, O turn ye, for why will ye die | | | | | | | |
172 | Delay not, delay not; O sinner, draw near | | | | | | | |
173 | Come, heavy laden one, sighing for rest | | | | | | | |
174 | I see the crowd in Pilate's hall | | | | | | | |
175 | God calling yet! shall I not hear? | | | | | | | |
176 | Depth of mercy, can there be | | | | | | | |
177 | With broken heart and contrite sigh | | | | | | | |
178 | Ah, what avails my strife | | | | | | | |
179 | Ah, whither should I go | | | | | | | |
180 | How sad our state by nature is! | | | | | | | |
181 | Does the gospel word proclaim | | | | | | | |
182 | Approach, my soul, the mercy-seat | | | | | | | |
183 | God is in this and every place | | | | | | | |
184 | Jesus, the sinner's Friend, to thee | | | | | | | |
185 | O Thou that hear'st when sinners cry | | | | | | | |
186 | Show pity, Lord, O Lord, forgive | | | | | | | |
187 | A broken heart, my God, my King | | | | | | | |
188 | Prostrate, dear Jesus, at Thy feet | | | | | | | |
189 | Stay, Thou insulted Spirit, stay! | | | | | | | |
190 | O Jesus, Saviour of the lost | | | | | | | |
191 | Jesus, Thou art the sinner's Friend | | | | | | | |
192 | Just as I am, without one plea | | | | | | | |
193 | O Thou that hear'st the prayer of faith | | | | | | | |
194 | Lamb of God, for sinners slain | | | | | | | |
195 | Jesus, full of all compassion | | | | | | | |
196 | Jesus, my all, to heaven is gone | | | | | | | |
197 | I am coming to the cross | | | | | | | |
198 | Lord, Thou hast won, at length I yield | | | | | | | |
199 | Rock of Ages, cleft for me | | | | | | | |
200 | Take my heart, O Father, take it | | | | | | | |