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101 | This is the field, the world below | | | | | | | |
102 | O tell me no more | | | | | | | |
103 | Come heavenly love, inspire my song | | | | | | | |
104 | And is this life prolonged to me | | | | | | | |
105 | Up, shake off the bands of sleep | | | | | | | |
106 | Come to the place of praise, Ye who | | | | | | | |
107 | Today if you will hear his voice | | | | | | | |
108 | When the spark of life is waning | | | | | | | |
109 | O Zion, tune thy voice | | | | | | | |
110 | From Greenland's icy mountains | | | | | | | |
111 | Behold, the expected time draw near | | | | | | | |
112 | O send the word divine | | | | | | | |
113 | O'er the gloomy hills of darkness | | | | | | | |
114 | Come, Thou long expected Jesus | | | | | | | |
115 | Great God, the nations of the earth | | | | | | | |
116 | A voice from the desert comes awful and shrill | | | | | | | |
117 | Rejoice, the Saviour reigns | | | | | | | |
118 | Yes, we trust the day is breaking | | | | | | | |
119 | From our beloved nation | | | | | | | |
120 | Now be the gospel banner | | | | | | | |
121 | Hark, what mean those lamentations | | | | | | | |
122 | Sound, sound the truth abroad | | | | | | | |
123 | Hasten, Lord, the glorious time | | | | | | | |
124 | While the heralds of salvation | | | | | | | |
125 | Roll on, thou mighty ocean | | | | | | | |
126 | Watchman, tell us of the night | | | | | | | |
127 | Hark, what cry arrests my ear | | | | | | | |
128 | Sovereign of worlds, display thy power | | | | | | | |
129 | Hail to the brightness of Zion's glad morning | | | | | | | |
130 | Daughter of Zion, awake from thy sadness | | | | | | | |
131 | From all that dwell below the skies | | | | | | | |
132 | Glorious things of thee are spoken | | | | | | | |
133 | Lord, send thy Spirit with thy word | | | | | | | |
134 | When shall the voice of singing | | | | | | | |
135 | Thy name, Almighty Lord | | | | | | | |
136 | We'll aid thy triumphs, mighty King | | | | | | | |
137 | O Holy Spirit rise | | | | | | | |
138 | Rise, triumphant Saviour, rise | | | | | | | |
139 | All hail, triumphant Lord! | | | | | | | |
140 | Almighty God! thy grace proclaim | | | | | | | |
141 | Now to the God whose power can do | | | | | | | |
142 | Blessings for ever on the Lamb | | | | | | | |
143 | Lord dismiss us with thy blessing | | | | | | | |
144 | Buried beneath the yielding wave | | | | | | | |
145 | Salem's bright King Jesus by name | | | | | | | |
146 | In all my Lord's appointed ways | | | | | | | |
147 | The great Redeemer we adore | | | | | | | |
148 | Humble souls, who seek salvation | | | | | | | |
149 | Thus was the great Redeemer plunged | | | | | | | |
150 | O Lord, and will thy pardoning love | | | | | | | |
151 | Jesus, mighty King in Sion! | | | | | | | |
152 | Our Saviour bowed beneath the wave | | | | | | | |
153 | Lord, I am thine, and in thy aid | | | | | | | |
154 | Come happy souls, adore the Lamb | | | | | | | |
155 | From the still flood, where faith indeed | | | | | | | |
156 | 'Twas near the close of that blest day | | | | | | | |
157 | Come, sacred Dove, in peace descend | | | | | | | |
158 | Lord, meet us in this path of thine | | | | | | | |
159 | Down to the hallowed grave we go | | | | | | | |
160 | We sink beneath thy mystic flood | | | | | | | |
161 | Blest the sign, which thus reminds me | | | | | | | |
162 | Early, my God, without delay | | | | | | | |
163 | Lord, we come before thee now | | | | | | | |
164 | Saviour, visit thy plantation | | | | | | | |
165 | Now the shades of night are gone | | | | | | | |
166 | How sweet the melting lay | | | | | | | |
167 | Glory to thee, my God, this night | | | | | | | |
168 | Sweet the time, exceeding sweet | | | | | | | |
169 | Prayer is the soul's sincere desire | | | | | | | |
170 | Where two or three, with sweet accord | | | | | | | |
171 | Where two or three together meet | | | | | | | |
172 | Come, Holy Spirit, heavenly dove | | | | | | | |
173 | At anchor laid, remote from home | | | | | | | |
174 | From every stormy wind that blows | | | | | | | |
175 | Saw ye not the cloud arise | | | | | | | |
176 | When torn is the bosom by sorrow or care | | | | | | | |
177 | When burdened is my breast | | | | | | | |
178 | Salvation, O the joyful sound | | | | | | | |
179 | Rock of ages, shelter me! | | | | | | | |
180 | Ye prisoners of hope o'erwhelmed with grief | | | | | | | |
181 | Ye dying sons of men | | | | | | | |
182 | Hasten, O sinner, to be wise | | | | | | | |
183 | Come, 'tis Jesus' invitation | | | | | | | |
184 | Delay not, delay not: O sinner draw near | | | | | | | |
185 | Return, O wanderer, retur | | | | | | | |
186 | Broad is the road that leads to death | | | | | | | |
187 | Go, you that rest upon the law | | | | | | | |
188 | Blow ye the trumpet, blow | | | | | | | |
189 | Thou God of sovereign grace | | | | | | | |
190 | Ye hearts with youthful vigor warm | | | | | | | |
191 | Great God, we would to thee make known | | | | | | | |
192 | 'Tis religion that can give sweetest pleasures | | | | | | | |
193 | See Israel's gentle Shepherd stand | | | | | | | |
194 | Did Christ o'er sinners weep? | | | | | | | |
195 | Jesus, my all, to heaven is gone | | | | | | | |
196 | Lord, I cannot let thee go | | | | | | | |
197 | Arise, my tenderest thoughts, arise | | | | | | | |
198 | Come thou fount of every blessing | | | | | | | |
199 | My days, my weeks, my months, my years | | | | | | | |
200 | Come, let us anew our journey pursue | | | | | | | |