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201 | While with ceaseless course, the sun | | | | | | | |
202 | Great God, we sing that mighty hand | | | | | | | |
203 | Safely through another week | | | | | | | |
204 | When the worn spirit wants repose | | | | | | | |
205 | Lord, how delightful 'tis to see | | | | | | | |
206 | Thine earthly Sabbaths, Lord, we love | | | | | | | |
207 | Plunged in a gulf of dark despair | | | | | | | |
208 | Jesus! Lover of my soul | | | | | | | |
209 | Beset with snares on every hand | | | | | | | |
210 | Depth of mercy, can there be | | | | | | | |
211 | Prostrate dear Jesus at thy feet | | | | | | | |
212 | How oft, alas! this wretched heart | | | | | | | |
213 | O God of mercy, hear my call! | | | | | | | |
214 | Inquire, ye pilgrims, for the way | | | | | | | |
215 | Not all the blood of beasts | | | | | | | |
216 | Jesus, my Advocate on high | | | | | | | |
217 | When God revealed his gracious name | | | | | | | |
218 | The weary dove in search of rest | | | | | | | |
219 | Now begin the heavenly theme | | | | | | | |
220 | Jesus, and shall it ever be | | | | | | | |
221 | O Son of God thy children we | | | | | | | |
222 | There is a fountain filled with blood | | | | | | | |
223 | How sweetly flowed the gospel's sound | | | | | | | |
224 | How sweet the name of Jesus sounds | | | | | | | |
225 | Religion, what a glorious treasure | | | | | | | |
226 | How painfully pleasing the fond recollection | | | | | | | |
227 | Mercy, O thou Son of David | | | | | | | |
228 | Down from the willow bough | | | | | | | |
229 | One there is above all others | | | | | | | |
230 | Jesus, at thy command | | | | | | | |
231 | Awake my heart, arise my tongue | | | | | | | |
232 | When I survey the wondrous cross | | | | | | | |
233 | Jesus, hail, enthroned in glory | | | | | | | |
234 | Jesus, I love thy charming name | | | | | | | |
235 | Christ saw the sinner stand | | | | | | | |
236 | Jesus, the visions of thy face | | | | | | | |
237 | The wondering world inquires to know | | | | | | | |
238 | I'm weary of straying—O fain would I rest | | | | | | | |
239 | Christian, walk carefully, danger is near | | | | | | | |
240 | Your harps, ye trembling saints | | | | | | | |
241 | 'Tis a point I long to know | | | | | | | |
242 | The Lord will happiness divine | | | | | | | |
243 | Where is my God? does he retire | | | | | | | |
244 | I asked the Lord that I might grow | | | | | | | |
245 | Thus far my God hath led me on | | | | | | | |
246 | O my soul, what means this sadness | | | | | | | |
247 | Jesus, let thy pitying eye | | | | | | | |
248 | Gracious Lord, incline thine ear | | | | | | | |
249 | O my soul is cast down | | | | | | | |
250 | A weak and weary dove | | | | | | | |
251 | Father, at thy call I come | | | | | | | |
252 | In evil long I took delight | | | | | | | |
253 | O for a closer walk with God | | | | | | | |
254 | When any turn from Zion's way | | | | | | | |
255 | When darkness long has veiled my mind | | | | | | | |
256 | Ah well might the raptured disciple exclaim | | | | | | | |
257 | I know that my Redeemer lives | | | | | | | |
258 | Blessed are the sons of God | | | | | | | |
259 | Am I a soldier of the cross | | | | | | | |
260 | Lord, and am I yet alive | | | | | | | |
261 | Thy mercy, my God, is the theme of my song | | | | | | | |
262 | Afflicted saint, to Christ draw near | | | | | | | |
263 | O Thou whose mercy guides my way | | | | | | | |
264 | Dear Lord, though bitter is the cup | | | | | | | |
265 | My rest is in heaven, my rest is not here | | | | | | | |
266 | How firm a foundation, ye saints of the Lord | | | | | | | |
267 | Fast by the river's side | | | | | | | |
268 | 'Tis my happiness below | | | | | | | |
269 | Gently, Lord, O gently lead us | | | | | | | |
270 | In the floods of tribulation | | | | | | | |
271 | For what shall I praise thee | | | | | | | |
272 | Welcome, thrice happy hou | | | | | | | |
273 | Go, when the morning shineth | | | | | | | |
274 | Sweet hour of prayer, sweet hour of prayer | | | | | | | |
275 | Because he has inclined his ear | | | | | | | |
276 | Lord, what a wretched land is this | | | | | | | |
277 | To Jesus, the crown of my hope | | | | | | | |
278 | Lo he comes with clouds descending | | | | | | | |
279 | O in that day, grant that I may | | | | | | | |
280 | Ah I shall soon be dying | | | | | | | |
281 | Thou must go with me, said the Terror-king | | | | | | | |
282 | Sister, thou wast mild and lovely | | | | | | | |
283 | Happy soul, thy days are ended | | | | | | | |
284 | Yes, there are joys that cannot die | | | | | | | |
285 | Vital spark of heavenly flame | | | | | | | |
286 | Guide me, O thou great Jehovah | | | | | | | |
287 | Earth has engrossed my love too long | | | | | | | |
288 | Afar we list the seraph's lays | | | | | | | |
289 | There is a land of calm delight | | | | | | | |
290 | Shall I a sinful worm | | | | | | | |
291 | Says faith, look yonder, see the crown | | | | | | | |
292 | From every earthly pleasure | | | | | | | |
293 | When thou my righteous Judge shalt come | | | | | | | |
294 | Now let our souls on wings sublime | | | | | | | |
295 | My Father's house on high! | | | | | | | |
296 | Amen, amen, my soul replies | | | | | | | |
297 | Our hearts grow warm with holy fire | | | | | | | |
298 | How long, dear Saviour, O how long | | | | | | | |
299 | O, for this love, let rocks and hills | | | | | | | |
300 | O Jesus, my Saviour, to Thee I submit | | | | | | | |