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A Collection of Hymns and Spiritual Songs: from various authors

#	Text	Tune
I	The voice of Free Grace, cries, escape to the mountain
II	O Jesus, my Saviour, to thee I submit
III	How lost was my condition
IV	O God my heart with love inflame
V	The glorious day is drawing nigh
VI	Come and taste, along with me
VII	Behold that great and awful day
VIII	Jerusalem my happy home
IX	O that I had a bosom friend
X	Behold the awful trumpet sounds
XI	What poor despised company
XII	Am I a Soldier of the Cross
XIII	In thee we now together came
XIV	We've found the rock, the trav'ler cried
XV	Saviour, I do feel thy merit
XVI	Oh! give me Lord my sins to mourn
XVII	The time draws nigh when you and I
XVIII	See the Eternal Judge descending
XIX	Brethren farewell, I do you tell
XX	Earth has detain'd me pris'ner long
XXI	Think wordling, think! alas! how vain
XXII	The trumpet of God is sounding abroad
XXIII	Lord! when together here we meet
XXIV	O blessed estate of the dead
XXV	Come, Christian friends, and hear me tell
XXVI	When I can read my title clear
XXVII	There is a land of pure delight
XXVIII	Come, let us lift our voices high
XXIX	Come ye that know the Lord indeed
XXX	Curst be the man, forever curst
XXXI	Now begins the Heav'nly theme
XXXII	How long shall Death the Tyrant reign
XXXIII	The great tremendous day's approaching
XXXIV	Awake my heart, arise my tongue
XXXV	Come all ye poor sinners that from Adam came
XXXVI	Oh! how I have long'd for the coming of God
XXXVII	A solemn march we make
XXXVIII	Drest uniform the soldiers are
XXXIX	O when shall I see Jesus
XL	O don't you hear the alarm
XLI	Wake up my muse, condole the loss
XLII	Listed into the cause of sin
XLIII	Almighty love inspire
XLIV	Burst, ye em'rald gates and bring
XLV	Now the Saviour stands a pleading
XLVI	Oh, if my soul were form'd for woe
XLVII	My thoughts on awful subjects roll
XLVIII	Early my God, without delay
XLIX	Why should we start and fear to die?
L	From regions of Love, lo! an angel descended
LI	Ye virgin souls arise
LII	Lord what a wretched land is this
LIII	Lo! we see the sign appearing
LIV	And are we yet alive
LV	How happy every child of grace
LVI	Hail the gospel jubilee
LVII	Zaccheus climb'd the tree
LVIII	See! how the nations rage together
LIX	Jesus at thy command
LX	As near to Calvary I pass'd
LXI	In evil long I took delight
LXII	Vital spark of heavenly flame
LXIII	Dear friends farewell, I now must go
LXIV	Come all ye weary travellers

[This hymnal has not been proofed - data may be incomplete or incorrect]

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