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38 | Come hither, all ye weary souls | | | | | | | |
39 | Go preach my gospel, saith the Lord | | | | | | | |
40 | Saints at your heav'nly Father's word | | | | | | | |
41 | So let our lips and lives express | | | | | | | |
42 | Let Pharisees of high esteem | | | | | | | |
43 | Firm as the earth the gospel stands | | | | | | | |
44 | Why should the children of a King | | | | | | | |
45 | Why do we mourn departing friends | | | | | | | |
46 | Alas, and did my Savior bleed? | | | | | | | |
47 | My soul forsakes her vain delight | | | | | | | |
48 | Welcome, sweet day of rest | | | | | | | |
49 | Far from my thoughts, vain world, be gone | | | | | | | |
50 | Lord, what a heaven of saving | | | | | | | |
51 | Let others boast how strong they be | | | | | | | |
52 | My drowsy powers, why sleep ye so? | | | | | | | |
53 | Stoop down, my thoughts, that used to rise | | | | | | | |
54 | Why should we start and fear to die? | | | | | | | |
55 | Raise thee my soul fly up and run | | | | | | | |
56 | Come, Holy Spirit, heavenly dove | | | | | | | |
57 | Happy the heart where grace doth reign | | | | | | | |
58 | Our days, alas! our mortal days | | | | | | | |
59 | Now to the Lord a noble song! | | | | | | | |
60 | How vain are all things here below! | | | | | | | |
61 | Death cannot make our souls afraid | | | | | | | |
62 | My God, the spring of all my joys | | | | | | | |
63 | Thee we adore, Eternal Name | | | | | | | |
64 | No, I shall envy them no more | | | | | | | |
65 | My soul, come, meditate the day | | | | | | | |
66 | Hark! from the tomb, a doleful sound | | | | | | | |
67 | When I can read my title clear | | | | | | | |
68 | There is a land of pure delight | | | | | | | |
69 | Is this the kind return | | | | | | | |
70 | Stand up, my soul , shake off thy fears | | | | | | | |
71 | My God, my life, my love | | | | | | | |
72 | What empty things are all the skies | | | | | | | |
73 | Come, happy souls, approach your God | | | | | | | |
74 | Raise your triumphant songs | | | | | | | |
75 | That awful day will surely come | | | | | | | |
76 | And must this body die? | | | | | | | |
77 | How can I sink with such a prop | | | | | | | |
78 | My God, permit me not to be | | | | | | | |
79 | Eternal Spirit! we confess | | | | | | | |
80 | My dear Redeemer, and my Lord | | | | | | | |
81 | Not all the blood of beasts | | | | | | | |
82 | Great was the day, the joy was great | | | | | | | |
83 | Not to the terrors of the Lord | | | | | | | |
84 | Broad is the road that leads to death | | | | | | | |
85 | Strait is the way, the door is strait | | | | | | | |
86 | When I survey the wondrous cross | | | | | | | |
87 | How sweet and awful is the place | | | | | | | |
B1 | To Jesus, the crown of my hope | | | | | | | |
B2 | Rise, my soul, and stretch thy wings | | | | | | | |
B3 | When we, our weary limbs to rest | | | | | | | |
B4 | Daniel's wisdom may I know | | | | | | | |
B5 | Praise God the Father, heavenly light | | | | | | | |
B6 | What scenes of terror and amaze | | | | | | | |
B7 | Jesus, to ev'ry willing mind | | | | | | | |
B8 | Ye happy children who follow Jesus | | | | | | | |
B9 | Mid scenes of confusion and creature complaints | | | | | | | |
B10 | My dearest friends in bonds of love | | | | | | | |
B11 | Come citizens and friends so dear | | | | | | | |
B12 | Call'd to a sense of duty | | | | | | | |
B13 | When shall we three meet again? | | | | | | | |
B14 | Parted many a toil-spent year | | | | | | | |
B15 | Blessed Savior, call'd thou me | | | | | | | |
B16 | O blessed Lord Jesus! I know thou art mine! | | | | | | | |
B17 | Saw ye my Savior? saw ye my Savior? | | | | | | | |
B18 | I'll sing a song which doth belong | | | | | | | |
B19 | When souls are first converted | | | | | | | |
B20 | This world is all a fleeting show | | | | | | | |
B21 | When Christ pours out a heavenly sound | | | | | | | |
B22 | One there is above all others | | | | | | | |
B23 | Hark! listen to the trumpeters | | | | | | | |
B24 | Young people, all, attention give | | | | | | | |
B25 | One night as I lay musing | | | | | | | |
B26 | The glorious light of Zion | | | | | | | |
B27 | Brethren, we have met to worship | | | | | | | |
B28 | Come, all ye sons of Zion | | | | | | | |
B29 | What strange desire is this I feel | | | | | | | |
B30 | O tell me no more | | | | | | | |
B31 | O'er the gloomy hills of darkness | | | | | | | |
B32 | Prayer is the soul's sincere desire | | | | | | | |
B33 | There is in heaven a mercy-seat | | | | | | | |
B34 | Glory to God that I have found | | | | | | | |
B35 | Thy word, O Lord, directs the saints | | | | | | | |
B36 | When Christians all in friendship meet | | | | | | | |
B37 | Ye saints of God, of every name | | | | | | | |
B38 | God moves in a mysterious way | | | | | | | |
B39 | The spacious firmament on high | | | | | | | |
B40 | Father of mercies, in thy word | | | | | | | |
B41 | Afflicted saint, to Christ draw near | | | | | | | |
B42 | Precious Bible! what a treasure | | | | | | | |
B43 | How firm a foundation, ye saints of the Lord | | | | | | | |
B44 | Behold the morning sun | | | | | | | |
B45 | Sweet is the mem'ry of thy grace | | | | | | | |
B46 | Awake, my soul, in joyful lays | | | | | | | |
B47 | Good is Jehovah in bestowing sunshine | | | | | | | |
B48 | Since all the downward tracks of time | | | | | | | |
B49 | As shepherds in Jewry were guarding their sheep | | | | | | | |
B50 | From the regions of love | | | | | | | |