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105 | We're marching to the promised land | | | | | | | |
106 | Here is a band of brethren dear | | | | | | | |
107 | By thy birth and by thy tears | | | | | | | |
108 | Though troubles assail and dangers affright | | | | | | | |
109 | When I set out for glory | | | | | | | |
110 | O land of rest, for thee I sigh | [O land of rest, for thee I sigh] | | | | | | |
111 | There's a beautiful land on high | | | | | | | |
112 | O when shall I see Jesus | | | | | | | |
114 | Oh! here I'm sad and weary | | | | | | | |
115 | Children of the heav'nly King | | | | | | | |
116 | Murmur not, my soul, tho' in sorrow | | | | | | | |
117 | My brethren, I have found | | | | | | | |
118 | Rise, my soul, and stretch thy wings | | | | | | | |
119 | Rock of ages, cleft for me | | | | | | | |
120 | By faith I view my Saviour dying | | | | | | | |
121 | Jesus, lover of my soul | | | | | | | |
122 | I love this pure religion | | | | | | | |
123 | Farewell, dear friends, I must be gone | | | | | | | |
124 | When the last trumpet's sound shakes the earth all round | | | | | | | |
126 | Oh, come, sinners, come, to the Saviour today | | | | | | | |
127 | How happy ev'ry child of grace | | | | | | | |
128 | There is a land of pleasure | | | | | | | |
129 | Of Him who did salvation bring | | | | | | | |
130 | The Son of Man they did betray | | | | | | | |
132 | Come, ye that love the Lord | | | | | | | |
133 | When thou my righteous Judge shalt come | | | | | | | |
134 | Oh! how charming, oh! how charming | | | | | | | |
136 | In the Christian's home in glory | | | | | | | |
137 | There is a land of pure delight | | | | | | | |
138 | A pilgrim and a stranger here, happy, happy | | | | | | | |
139 | My God I am thine; what a comfort divine! | | | | | | | |
140 | Ye weary, heavy laden souls | | | | | | | |
142a | On Jordan's stormy banks I stand | | | | | | | |
142b | Oh! we're a band of brethren dear | | | | | | | |
143 | Oh! we're a band of brethren dear | | | | | | | |
144 | I love it--I love it--and who shall dare | | | | | | | |
145 | He dies! the friend of sinners dies! | | | | | | | |
146 | To thy pastures fair and large | | | | | | | |
147 | Alas! and did my Saviour bleed? | | | | | | | |
148 | Come, let us join our friends above | | | | | | | |
149 | Oh! who will come and go with me? | | | | | | | |
150 | Pilgrim and stranger, sadly I roam | | | | | | | |
151 | Come, ye sinners, poor and needy | | | | | | | |
152 | I know that my Redeemer lives | | | | | | | |
153 | Show pity, Lord, O Lord forgive | | | | | | | |
154a | Come, humble sinner, in whose breast | | | | | | | |
154b | Come, humble sinner, in whose breast | | | | | | | |
155 | Alas! and did my Saviour bleed? | | | | | | | |
156 | Come, thou Fount of ev'ry blessing | | | | | | | |
157 | Thou Jesus thro' my life | | | | | | | |
158a | Oh! tell me no more of this world's vain store | | | | | | | |
158b | Oh! tell me no more of this world's vain store | | | | | | | |
159 | Alas! and did my Saviour bleed? | | | | | | | |
160 | And let this feeble body fail | | | | | | | |
161 | Children of the heav'nly King | | | | | | | |
162 | I never shall forget the day | | | | | | | |
163 | There is a land of pure delight | | | | | | | |
164 | I love thee, my Saviour, for thou from above | | | | | | | |
165 | Father, I stretch my hands to thee | | | | | | | |
166 | Now come and seek the Lord | | | | | | | |
167 | How often am I weary | | | | | | | |
168 | The joys of my life are fleeting | | | | | | | |
169 | When I can read my title clear | | | | | | | |
170 | River of death, thy stream I see | | | | | | | |
171 | Here in sadness and sorrow I linger alone | | | | | | | |
172 | Stand up for Jesus! hark! 'tis sounding | | | | | | | |
173 | Then will I tell to sinners round | | | | | | | |
174 | Whither, pilgrims, are you going? | [Whither, pilgrims, are you going] | | | | | | |
175 | Alas! and did my Saviour bleed? | | | | | | | |
176 | I love thee, I love thee, I love thee, my Lord | | | | | | | |
177 | And must I bear the cross alone | | | | | | | |
178 | The road that many travel | | | | | | | |
179 | There is a fountain fill'd with blood | | | | | | | |
180 | Oh! come, happy children, unite in our song | | | | | | | |
181 | On Jordan's stormy banks I stand | | | | | | | |
182 | Soon will our suffering time be o'er | | | | | | | |
183 | I'm a pilgrim, and I'm a stranger | | | | | | | |
184 | A home in heaven! when life shall end | | | | | | | |
185 | What's all this world to me? | | | | | | | |
186 | Speed away! speed away! | | | | | | | |
187 | My suff'ring time will soon be o'er | | | | | | | |
188 | There is a land of pure delight | | | | | | | |
189 | Come, let us anew our journey pursue | | | | | | | |
190 | Saviour, wilt thou cleanse me | | | | | | | |
191 | Whither goest thou, pilgrim stranger | | | | | | | |
192 | How sweet to reflect on those joys that await me | | | | | | | |
193 | There are angels hov'ring round | | | | | | | |
194 | In seasons of grief to my God I'll repair | | | | | | | |
195 | On Jordan's stormy banks I stand | | | | | | | |
196 | On life's dark unfathom'd ocean | | | | | | | |
197 | From all that dwell below the skies | | | | | | | |
198 | We're trav'ling home to heaven above | | | | | | | |
199 | I know that my Redeemer lives | | | | | | | |
200 | How happy is the man who has chosen wisdom's ways | | | | | | | |
201 | Rise, my soul, and stretch thy wings | | | | | | | |
202 | When clad in the garments of sorrow and pain | | | | | | | |
203 | When I survey the wondrous cross | | | | | | | |
204 | I have sought round the verdant earth | | | | | | | |
205 | I'm happy, I'm happy! O wondrous account! | | | | | | | |
206 | Look, ye saints, the sight is glorious | | | | | | | |