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101 | Thou God of glorious majesty | | | | | | | |
102 | How happy are they, Who the [their] Savior [Jesus] obey | | | | | | | |
103 | With love of pity I look round | | | | | | | |
104 | Come, brethren, let us join and sing | | | | | | | |
105 | Ah lovely appearance of death | | | | | | | |
106 | We've found the rock, the traveler cries [travelers cried] | | | | | | | |
107 | Ye happy souls arise | | | | | | | |
108 | Through tribulation [tribulations] deep | | | | | | | |
109 | What poor despised company | | | | | | | |
110 | Sinners expos'd to dreadful woe | | | | | | | |
111 | The day is past and gone, the evening shades appear | | | | | | | |
112 | Sometimes I think myself so strong | | | | | | | |
113 | O Jesus, my Savior, to Thee I submit | | | | | | | |
114 | O'er the [those] gloomy hills of darkness | | | | | | | |
115 | O all ye blessed throng | | | | | | | |
116 | Children of the heavenly king as we journey | | | | | | | |
117 | Repent, the voice celestial cries | | | | | | | |
118 | The wandering star the fleeting wind | | | | | | | |
119 | Ye wretched, hungry, starving poor Behold a royal feast | | | | | | | |
120 | Lord, 'tis an infinite delight | | | | | | | |
121 | He comes, he comes, to judge the world | | | | | | | |
122 | Earth has engrossed my love too long | | | | | | | |
123 | Honor and happiness unite To make the Christian's name | | | | | | | |
124 | The newborn child of gospel grace | | | | | | | |
125 | Come, all ye mourning pilgrims | | | | | | | |
126 | The tree of life my soul hath seen | | | | | | | |
127 | Come brethren and sisters, that [who] love my [our] dear Lord | | | | | | | |
128 | The wond'ring world inquires to know | | | | | | | |
129 | Vain world, vain world, I bid adieu | | | | | | | |
130 | Salvation! oh the joyful sound | | | | | | | |
131 | Hear, O ye starving worldlings, hear | | | | | | | |
132 | O what a wretched sinner, Lord | | | | | | | |
133 | O what a state my soul is in | | | | | | | |
134 | On Zion, his own holy mount, God will a feast prepare | | | | | | | |
135 | As on the cross the Savior hung | | | | | | | |
136 | Hark! for 'tis God's own Son that calls | | | | | | | |
137 | Angel [Angels], roll the rock [stone] away | | | | | | | |
138 | Ye humble souls that [who] seek the Lord | | | | | | | |
139 | Backsliders, who your misery feel | | | | | | | |
140 | Ye glittering toys of earth, adieu | | | | | | | |
141 | At anchor laid remote from home | | | | | | | |
142 | Ashamed of Christ, my soul disdains | | | | | | | |
143 | I asked the Lord that I might grow | | | | | | | |
144 | Though I of sinners am the chief | | | | | | | |
145 | I, Jesus, am ascended high | | | | | | | |
146 | No man, nor angel, can compare With our all glorious God | | | | | | | |
147 | Come, O my doubting soul, attend | | | | | | | |
148 | Am I indeed born from above | | | | | | | |
149 | Jerusalem, my happy home, O how I long for thee | | | | | | | |
150 | Long have I trod the way to hell | | | | | | | |
151 | The world from Christians are apart | | | | | | | |
152 | O is the king of terrors come | | | | | | | |
153 | Hard heart of mine, O that the Lord | | | | | | | |
154 | Jehovah! we adore thy name | | | | | | | |
155 | Lord God of grace, I feel, I see | | | | | | | |
156 | O wretched soul, I now begin | | | | | | | |
157 | O what a burdened soul I be | | | | | | | |
158 | Lord, let me never go | | | | | | | |
159 | O thou who stoopedst from realms of light | | | | | | | |
160 | O what a hardened wretch am I | | | | | | | |
161 | There is a land of pure delight | | | | | | | |
162 | Soon I must [shall] hear the solemn call | | | | | | | |
163 | From all tht dwell below the skies | | | | | | | |
164 | O Lord, how dangerous is the place | | | | | | | |
165 | By the poor widow's oil and meal | | | | | | | |
166 | What a mournful life is mine | | | | | | | |
167 | Savior, I do feel Thy merit, sprinkled with redeeming blood | | | | | | | |
168 | Vital spark of heavenly flame | | | | | | | |
169 | Now in a song of grateful praise [love] | | | | | | | |
170 | Am I a soldier of the cross | | | | | | | |
171 | Come all ye saints and sinners near [now], Come listen a | | | | | | | |
172 | Come all ye weary travellers | | | | | | | |
173 | Behold a lovely vine, Here in this desert | | | | | | | |
174 | 'Tis a point I long to know | | | | | | | |
175 | When converts first begin to sing | | | | | | | |
176 | Throughout our Savior's life we trace | | | | | | | |
177 | Come ye [you] sinners, poor and wretched [needy], Weak and wounded | | | | | | | |
178 | Well met, dear friends, in Jesus' name | | | | | | | |
179 | Jesus, thy blessings are not few | | | | | | | |
180 | That name to me sounds ever sweet | | | | | | | |
181 | Wandering pilgrim [pilgrims], mourning Christian [Christians] | | | | | | | |
182 | Farewell, vain world, I bid adieu | | | | | | | |
183 | O what a cruel wretch am I to leave my Jesus so | | | | | | | |
184 | I set myself against the Lord | | | | | | | |
185 | Brethren I bid you all farewell | | | | | | | |
186 | Jesus, and shall it ever be | | | | | | | |
187 | Alas, and did my Savior bleed? And did my Sovereign die? | | | | | | | |
188 | Let strife forever cease | | | | | | | |
189a | 'Tis a delightful truth | | | | | | | |
189b | Now, ye dear saints, break out in praise | | | | | | | |
190 | My soul doth magnify the Lord, My spirit doth | | | | | | | |
191 | Encouraged by thy word | | | | | | | |
192 | O thou in whose presence my soul takes delight | | | | | | | |
193 | We've found the great Messiah come | | | | | | | |
194 | What various hindrances we meet | | | | | | | |
195 | Blow ye [you] the trumpet, blow | | | | | | | |
196 | I sojourn in a vale of tears | | | | | | | |
197 | Through all this world below | | | | | | | |
198 | Now from the garden to [of] the cross | | | | | | | |
199 | In the house of king David a fountain | | | | | | | |