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5 | Of Him who did salvation bring | | | | | | | |
6 | Stay, sinner, stay! the night comes on | | | | | | | |
7 | The judgment day is coming | | | | | | | |
8 | Alas! and did my Saviour bleed? | | | | | | | |
9 | Plunged in a gulf of dark despair | | | | | | | |
10 | My soul is now united | | | | | | | |
11 | Though in a world of sickness | | | | | | | |
12 | Come, sinners, to the gospel feast | | | | | | | |
13 | Father, I stretch my hands to thee | | | | | | | |
14 | Tho' born to suffer and to die | | | | | | | |
15a | Jesus, my all, to heav'n is gone | | | | | | | |
15b | There is a land of pure delight | | | | | | | |
16 | A few more days on earth to spend | | | | | | | |
17 | Come on, my partners in distress | | | | | | | |
18 | Let me go to my home, to my home far away | | | | | | | |
19 | There is a land of pure delight | | | | | | | |
20a | Come, thou fount of ev'ry blessing | | | | | | | |
20b | What to me are earth's pleasures, and what its flowing tears? | | | | | | | |
22 | Watch and pray! watch and pray! | | | | | | | |
23 | My God, my life, my love | | | | | | | |
24a | When pulse beats low, and cheeks grow pale | | | | | | | |
24b | There is a fountain fill'd with blood | [I will believe] | | | | | | |
26 | With tearful eyes I look around | | | | | | | |
27 | Hark! what mean those holy voices | | | | | | | |
28 | When Jesus, my Saviour, first call'd me to go | | | | | | | |
29a | O thou. in whose presence my soul takes delight | | | | | | | |
29b | Let others delight in the gambols of mirth | | | | | | | |
30 | Sinner, come, will you go | | | | | | | |
31 | I will go, I will go | | | | | | | |
32 | What if our bark o'er life's rough wave | | | | | | | |
33 | O thou from whom all goodness flows | | | | | | | |
34 | Ye angels who mortals attend | | | | | | | |
35 | How tedious and tasteless the hours | | | | | | | |
36 | Am I a soldier of the cross | | | | | | | |
37 | Sinners, turn; why will ye die? | | | | | | | |
38 | Burst, ye em'rald gates, and bring | | | | | | | |
39 | Jesus, lover of my soul | | | | | | | |
40 | My days are gliding swiftly by | | | | | | | |
41 | Depth of mercy! can there be | | | | | | | |
42 | Now the Christian pilgrim sings | | | | | | | |
44 | On Jordan's stormy banks I stand | | | | | | | |
45 | There is a land of pure delight | | | | | | | |
46 | We speak of the realms of the bless'd | | | | | | | |
47 | Just as I am, without one plea | | | | | | | |
48 | How swiftly the years of our pilgrimage fly | | | | | | | |
49 | He dies! the Friend of sinners, dies! | | | | | | | |
50 | He dies! the Friend of sinners dies! | | | | | | | |
51 | Jesus, the sinner's friend, to thee | | | | | | | |
52 | There is a heav'n above the skies | | | | | | | |
53 | Jesus, my all, to heav'n is gone | | | | | | | |
54 | There's a friend above all others | | | | | | | |
55 | Jesus, my all, to heaven is gone | | | | | | | |
56 | Though the pleasures of earth be fleeting | | | | | | | |
57 | How tedious and tasteless the hours | | | | | | | |
58 | Oh! 'tis not here below is my treasure | | | | | | | |
59 | Say, brothers, will you meet us? | | | | | | | |
60 | We're going home, we've had visions bright | | | | | | | |
61 | Come, ye sinners, poor and needy | | | | | | | |
62 | Saviour, breathe an ev'ning blessing | | | | | | | |
63 | On Jordan's stormy banks I stand | | | | | | | |
64 | A pilgrim in this desert world | | | | | | | |
65 | Come, thou fount of ev'ry blessing | | | | | | | |
66 | A hope of heav'n, a precious treasure | | | | | | | |
67 | Attend, young friends, whilst I relate | | | | | | | |
68 | Our bondage it will end, by-and-by | | | | | | | |
69 | What wondrous love is this, O! my soul! O! my soul! | | | | | | | |
70 | Hear the royal proclamation | | | | | | | |
71 | Joyfully, joyfully, onward I move | | | | | | | |
72 | A home in heav'n! what a joyful thought | | | | | | | |
73 | When I can read my title clear | | | | | | | |
74 | O happy day! that fix'd my choice | | | | | | | |
75 | Jesus, my all, to heav'n is gone | | | | | | | |
76 | Dress'd uniform Christ's soldiers are | | | | | | | |
77 | There is a land of pure delight | | | | | | | |
78 | Low down in this beautiful valley | | | | | | | |
79 | Come, sinners, to the gosple feast | | | | | | | |
80 | We're bound for the land of the pure and the holy | | | | | | | |
81 | O for a heart to praise my God | | | | | | | |
82 | In this low dark valley, where so many sorrows grow | | | | | | | |
84 | Oh sing to me of heav'n | | | | | | | |
85 | My heav'nly home is bright and fair | | | | | | | |
86 | Oh, that my load of sin were gone | | | | | | | |
87 | Vain man, thy fond pursuits forbear | | | | | | | |
88 | Of Him who did salvation bring | | | | | | | |
89 | How sweet the name of Jesus sounds | | | | | | | |
90 | The spacious world promiscuous flows | | | | | | | |
91 | When I can read my title clear | | | | | | | |
92 | Come saints and sinners, hear me tell | | | | | | | |
93 | Out on an ocean all boundless we ride | | | | | | | |
94 | Skeptic! spare that book | | | | | | | |
95 | There we'll sing and shout with the angels | | | | | | | |
96 | When for the eternal worlds we steer | | | | | | | |
97 | While life prolongs its precious light | | | | | | | |
98 | How blest the righteous when he dies! | | | | | | | |
99 | And must I be to judgment brought | | | | | | | |
100 | Jerusalem! my happy home! | | | | | | | |
101 | There is a fountain fill'd with blood | [There's power in Jesus' blood] | | | | | | |
102 | From ev'ry stormy wind that blows | | | | | | | |
103 | Jesus, my all, to heav'n is gone | | | | | | | |
104 | I'm glad that I am born to die | | | | | | | |