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101 | A warrior fallen! a warrior fallen! | | | | | | | |
102 | Yes, there's one place like home, 'tis at God's holy shrine | | | | | | | |
103 | Prayer is the soul's sincere desire | | | | | | | |
104 | Hail ye hosts of seraphs bright! | | | | | | | |
105 | Well! blessed Savior, call'st thou me | | | | | | | |
106 | Fallen--on Zion's battle hill | | | | | | | |
107 | A poor wayfaring man of grief | | | | | | | |
108 | The more we live, more brief appear | | | | | | | |
109 | Jerusalem, Jerusalem! enthroned once on high | | | | | | | |
110 | Art thou a Christian? Dost thou say thou art! | | | | | | | |
111 | There is a hope--a blessed hope | | | | | | | |
112 | Know then that every soul is free | | | | | | | |
113 | When Joseph his brethren beheld | | | | | | | |
114 | Hail! God the Father, glorious light | | | | | | | |
115 | From all that's mortal, all that's vain | | | | | | | |
116 | Ye brave and bold, ye brisk and dull | | | | | | | |
117 | Through all the world below | | | | | | | |
118 | Ah, give me, Lord, my sins to mourn | | | | | | | |
119 | Remember, sinful youth, You must die | | | | | | | |
120 | Jesus, in truth and pow'r divine | | | | | | | |
121 | One there is, above all others | | | | | | | |
122 | My hope, my all, my Savior there | | | | | | | |
123 | A few more days of pain and wo | | | | | | | |
124 | Jesus came into the world | | | | | | | |
125 | We are hastening on, we are hastening on | | | | | | | |
126 | Among the Hebrew captives | | | | | | | |
127 | O heavenly Muse! my breast inspire | | | | | | | |
128 | While within my garden roving | | | | | | | |
129 | Long time I bow'd at folly's shrine | | | | | | | |
130 | Like snow that falls where waters glide | | | | | | | |
131 | When torn is the bosom by sorrow or care | | | | | | | |
132 | Barren still this tree is found | | | | | | | |
133 | When Jesus dwelt on earth below | | | | | | | |
134 | When persecution rears its head | | | | | | | |
135 | Who'd be a missionary's bride? | | | | | | | |
136 | Hark! with each passing breeze I hear | | | | | | | |
137 | My years roll on in silent course | | | | | | | |
138 | Alas! alas! poor little thing | | | | | | | |
139 | Why should we be affrighted at pestilence and war? | | | | | | | |
140 | Since man by sin has lost his God | | | | | | | |
141 | While marshall'd on the nightly plains | | | | | | | |
142 | Oh, careless sinner, come | | | | | | | |
143 | When the repentant Mary came | | | | | | | |
144 | When tossed on error's stormy tide | | | | | | | |
145 | Savior, we have long been sighing | | | | | | | |
146 | Saw ye where the Savior kept | | | | | | | |
147 | Come, ye that love the Lord indeed | | | | | | | |
148 | Hail, ye missionary bands | | | | | | | |
149 | Say, Eliza! have you seen | | | | | | | |
150 | "Stand by!" cried the Pharisee; dare not to mar! | | | | | | | |
151 | In de dark wood, no Indian nigh | | | | | | | |
152 | Immanuel reigns; the long foretold | | | | | | | |
153 | Have ye heard, have ye heard of that sunbright chime | | | | | | | |
154 | Hark! it is the bell of prayer | | | | | | | |
155 | O Lord, thy heavenly grace impart | | | | | | | |
156 | Rock of ages cleft for me | | | | | | | |
157 | O how charming!--O, how charming | | | | | | | |
158 | By faith I view my Saviour dying | | | | | | | |
159 | This world is beautiful and bright | | | | | | | |
160 | As much have I of worldly good | | | | | | | |
161 | There is a stream whose narrow tide | | | | | | | |
162 | Praise, praise the Lord, ho! all the earth! | | | | | | | |
163 | There is a Star whose heavenly light | | | | | | | |
164 | Precious Bible! what a treasure | | | | | | | |
165 | The fading world promiscuous flows | | | | | | | |
166 | 'Tis a point I long to know | | | | | | | |
167 | Fleet as the arrow through the air | | | | | | | |
168 | When the fierce north wind | | | | | | | |
169 | What various hindrances we meet | | | | | | | |
170 | Encouraged by thy word | | | | | | | |
171 | Before Elisha's gate The Syrian leper stood | | | | | | | |
172 | Jesus, my pattern and my Guide! | | | | | | | |
173 | Jesus to every willing mind | | | | | | | |
174 | What heavenly music do I hear? | | | | | | | |
175 | A soldier, Lord, thou hast me made | | | | | | | |
176 | Mid scenes of confusion, and creature complaints | | | | | | | |
177 | Hear the Gospel trumpet sounding | | | | | | | |
178 | Child, amidst the flowers at play | | | | | | | |
179 | Awake my soul in joyous lays | | | | | | | |
180 | The worth of truth, no tongue can tell | | | | | | | |
181 | Ye Saints attend the Savior's voice | | | | | | | |
182 | When pulse beats low, and cheeks grow pale | | | | | | | |
183 | Come my brethren dear | | | | | | | |
184 | Hail, my ever blessed Jesus! | | | | | | | |
185 | Earth with her ten thousand flowers | | | | | | | |
186 | Great Redeemer, friend of sinners | | | | | | | |
187 | Go to dark Gethsemane | | | | | | | |
188 | Jesus, thy love shall we forget | | | | | | | |
189 | See the Lord of Glory dying! | | | | | | | |
190 | Jesus, while he dwelt below | | | | | | | |
191 | Now, in a song of grateful praise | | | | | | | |
192 | O where are the men with virtue endow'd | | | | | | | |
193 | Lord, search and try this heart of mine | | | | | | | |
194 | Long since with blest emotion | | | | | | | |
195 | Come, let us anew, our journey pursue | | | | | | | |
196 | When through the torn sail | | | | | | | |
197 | Ye people away, Nor talk of delay | | | | | | | |
198 | From every stormy wind that blows | | | | | | | |
199 | Adieu! my dear brethren, adieu! | | | | | | | |
200 | Camp meetings with success are crown'd | | | | | | | |