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101 | How sweet, how [and] heavenly is the sight | | | | | | | |
102 | I love the sons of grace | | | | | | | |
103 | Blest be the tie that binds our hearts in Christian love | | | | | | | |
104 | God in his earthly temple lays | | | | | | | |
105 | Inquire, ye pilgrims, for the way | | | | | | | |
106 | Triumphant Zion, lift thy head | | | | | | | |
107 | Give us room that we may dwell | | | | | | | |
108 | Arise, O King of grace, arise | | | | | | | |
109 | Behold the sure foundation stone | | | | | | | |
110 | Thou whom my soul admires above | | | | | | | |
111 | Who is this fair one in distress | | | | | | | |
112 | High on a hill [throne] of dazzling light | | | | | | | |
113 | Lo what an entertaining sight | | | | | | | |
114 | Not to Sinai's dreadful blaze | | | | | | | |
115 | Lord, 'tis a pleasant thing to stand | | | | | | | |
116 | In thy great name, O Lord, we come | | | | | | | |
117 | Lord, in thy courts we now appear | | | | | | | |
118 | Who can forbear to sing | | | | | | | |
119 | How did my heart rejoice to hear | | | | | | | |
120 | Behold the Mount of Zion | | | | | | | |
121 | Zion's a city fair God hath blessed [blest] | | | | | | | |
122 | We are a garden walled around | | | | | | | |
123 | Far as thy name is known | | | | | | | |
124 | Come, let us join our friends above, who [that] have obtained the prize | | | | | | | |
125 | As new born babes desire the breast | | | | | | | |
126 | Early, my God, without delay | | | | | | | |
127 | Come, ye that love the Savior's name | | | | | | | |
128 | How sweet the melting lay | | | | | | | |
129 | The broken bread, the blessed cup | | | | | | | |
130 | Pity a helpless sinner, Lord | | | | | | | |
131 | How sweet and awful [holy] [sacred] is the place | | | | | | | |
132 | Father, we wait to feel thy grace | | | | | | | |
133 | The Lord of life His table spread | | | | | | | |
134 | The king of heaven his table spreads | | | | | | | |
135 | Here at thy table, Lord, we meet to feed | | | | | | | |
136 | Lord, at thy table I [we] behold The wonders of thy grace | | | | | | | |
137 | Ye wretched, hungry, starving poor Behold a royal feast | | | | | | | |
138 | Sitting around our Father's [the Savior's] board | | | | | | | |
139 | Jesus invites his saints | | | | | | | |
140 | When I survey the wondrous cross | | | | | | | |
141 | He dies, the friend of sinners dies | | | | | | | |
142 | How happy is the Christian's state [mind] | | | | | | | |
143 | My rising soul, with strong desires | | | | | | | |
144 | Faith! 'tis a precious grace | | | | | | | |
145 | O let me run the Christian race | | | | | | | |
146 | I love to steal awhile away | | | | | | | |
147 | A throne of grace, then let us go | | | | | | | |
148 | Father, I know thy ways are just | | | | | | | |
149 | O could I find from day to day | | | | | | | |
150 | From every stormy wind [sense] that blows | | | | | | | |
151 | Let me, my Savior and my God | | | | | | | |
152 | Come, ye that [who] know and fear the Lord | | | | | | | |
153 | My God, how cheerful [cheering] is the sound | | | | | | | |
154 | Had I the tongues of Greeks and Jews | | | | | | | |
155 | Afflicted saint [saints] [soul] [souls], to Christ [God] draw near | | | | | | | |
156 | How can I sink with such a prop | | | | | | | |
157 | Take my poor heart just as it is | | | | | | | |
158 | My soul forsakes her [each] vain delight | | | | | | | |
159 | O Lord, I [we] would delight in thee | | | | | | | |
160 | Thy people, Lord, have ever found | | | | | | | |
161 | And have I Christ no love for thee | | | | | | | |
162 | Shepherd divine our wants relieve | | | | | | | |
163 | Father, whate'er of earthly bliss | | | | | | | |
164 | The Lord my Shepherd is, I shall be well supplied | | | | | | | |
165 | O, for a [an] heart to praise [love] my God | | | | | | | |
166 | O that I knew the secret place | | | | | | | |
167 | Behold the throne of grace | | | | | | | |
168 | Prayer is the soul's [heart's] [saint's] sincere desire | | | | | | | |
169 | Jesus, my Savior and my God, Thou hast redeemed me | | | | | | | |
170 | Jesus, I love thy charming name | | | | | | | |
171 | My dear Redeemer, and my Lord | | | | | | | |
172 | Awake our souls and bless his name | | | | | | | |
173 | Behold the gift of God, Sinner [sinners] adore his name | | | | | | | |
174 | In Christ I've all my soul's desire | | | | | | | |
175 | Jesus my Love, my chief delight | | | | | | | |
176 | Let Christians all agree | | | | | | | |
177 | I love to see the Lord below | | | | | | | |
178 | As on the cross the Savior hung | | | | | | | |
179 | What shall I render to my God for all his kindness shown | | | | | | | |
180 | The soul [souls] that would to Jesus press | | | | | | | |
181 | Grace, 'tis a charming [cheering] [joyful] [pleasing] sound | | | | | | | |
182 | 'Tis by the faith of joys to come | | | | | | | |
183 | Faith is the Spirit's evidence | | | | | | | |
184 | Not all the blood of beast [beasts], On Jewish altars | | | | | | | |
185 | O, for a faith that will not shrink | | | | | | | |
186 | Arise, my soul, on wings sublime | | | | | | | |
187 | Dear Father, to Thy mercy seat, My soul for shelter flies | | | | | | | |
188 | Go on ye [you] Pilgrims, while [here] below | | | | | | | |
189 | Long have I tried terrestrial joys | | | | | | | |
190 | Compared with Christ, in all beside No comeliness I see | | | | | | | |
191 | Of all the joys we mortals [which creatures] know | | | | | | | |
192 | There is a fountain filled with blood, drawn from Immanuel's vein [veins] | | | | | | | |
193 | Jesus, O what a wondrous theme | | | | | | | |
194 | Forever blessed be the Lord, my Savior | | | | | | | |
195 | Jesus, exalted far on high | | | | | | | |
196 | Let sinners take their course | | | | | | | |
197 | There is an hour of peaceful rest | | | | | | | |
198 | Dear Lord, attend my [our] prayer | | | | | | | |
199 | When I can read my title clear | | | | | | | |
200 | My soul, with humble fervor raise To God the | | | | | | | |