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232 | Behold, how good a thing it is | | | | | | | |
233 | Alas! and did my Saviour bleed | | | | | | | |
234 | Alas! what hourly dangers rise | | | | | | | |
235 | Teach me the measure of my days | | | | | | | |
236 | Amazing grace! how sweet the sound | | | | | | | |
237 | Dear Refuge of my weary soul | | | | | | | |
238 | Come, Holy Spirit, heavenly dove | | | | | | | |
239 | Oh for a closer walk with God | | | | | | | |
240 | Majestic sweetness sits enthroned | | | | | | | |
241 | Must Jesus bear the cross alone | | | | | | | |
242 | Father, how wide Thy glories shine! | | | | | | | |
243 | Early, my God, without delay | | | | | | | |
244 | Hark! the glad sound, the Saviour comes | | | | | | | |
245 | Come, happy souls, approach our God | | | | | | | |
246 | Throned on a cloud our God shall come | | | | | | | |
247 | Begin, my tongue, come heav'nly theme | | | | | | | |
248 | Awake, my heart, - arise my tongue | | | | | | | |
249 | When all Thy mercies, O my God | | | | | | | |
250 | Come, let our hearts and voice join | Dundee, C. M. | | | | | | |
251 | God moves in a mysterious way | Dundee, C. M. | | | | | | |
252 | In all my vast concerns with Thee | Dundee, C. M. | | | | | | |
253 | Joy to the world, the Lord is come | ANTIOCH | | | | | | |
254 | Come, let us join our cheerful songs | ANTIOCH | | | | | | |
255 | Let them neglect Thy glory, Lord | ANTIOCH | | | | | | |
256 | The Saviour! oh what endless charms | ANTIOCH | | | | | | |
257 | Come, let us join our friends above | Woodstock, C. M. | | | | | | |
258 | Come, humble sinner, in whose breast | | | | | | | |
259 | Father, whate'er of earthly bliss | | | | | | | |
260 | How sweet the name of Jesus sounds | | | | | | | |
261 | Give me the wings of faith, to rise | | | | | | | |
262 | How oft, alas! this wretched heart | | | | | | | |
263 | Dearest of all the names above | | | | | | | |
264 | Plunged in a gulf of dark despair | | | | | | | |
265 | Didst Thou, dear Jesus, suffer shame | | | | | | | |
266 | God my supporter and my hope | | | | | | | |
267 | How condescending and how kind | | | | | | | |
268 | That awful day will surely come | | | | | | | |
269 | Soon as I heard my Father say | | | | | | | |
270 | There is a voice of sov'reign grace | | | | | | | |
271 | How long wilt Thou conceal Thy face? | | | | | | | |
272 | Jesus, I love Thy charming name | | | | | | | |
273 | I saw one hanging on a tree | | | | | | | |
274 | Peace, 'tis the Lord Jehovah's hand | | | | | | | |
275 | Jerusalem, my happy home | | | | | | | |
276 | Jesus, these eyes have never seen | | | | | | | |
277 | I'm not ashamed to own my Lord | | | | | | | |
278 | My soul lies cleaving to the dust | | | | | | | |
279 | Lord, in the morning Thou shalt hear | | | | | | | |
280 | Lord, I have made Thy word my choice | | | | | | | |
281 | My God, the spring of all my joys | | | | | | | |
282 | Now let our cheerful eyes survey | | | | | | | |
283 | The Lord of glory is my light | | | | | | | |
284 | Oh! for a thousand tongues to sing | | | | | | | |
285 | Oh! for an overcoming faith | | | | | | | |
286 | O Lord, I would delight in Thee | | | | | | | |
287 | The Lord's my Shepherd, I'll not want | | | | | | | |
288 | Jesus, my Saviour, bind me fast | | | | | | | |
289 | Oh! that I knew the secret place | | | | | | | |
290 | Oh! that the Lord would guide my ways | | | | | | | |
291 | O God of mercy, hear my call | | | | | | | |
292 | Prostrate, dear Jesus, at Thy feet | | | | | | | |
293 | O Thou who dri'st the mourner's tear | | | | | | | |
294 | O Thou, whose tender mercy hears | | | | | | | |
295 | 'Tis sweet to know that grace divine | | | | | | | |
296 | What shall I render to my God | | | | | | | |
297 | Sweet was the time, when first I felt | | | | | | | |
298 | Dear Saviour, when my thoughts recall | | | | | | | |
299 | There is a land of pure delight | | | | | | | |
300 | There is a fountain filled with blood | | | | | | | |
301 | Through all the changing scenes of life | | | | | | | |
302 | Thou lovely Source of true delight | | | | | | | |
303 | When I can read my title clear | | | | | | | |
304 | How helpless guilty nature lies | | | | | | | |
305 | With joy we meditate the grace | | | | | | | |
306 | Whence do our mournful thoughts arise | | | | | | | |
307 | 'Twas for my sins, my dearest Lord | | | | | | | |
308 | A few more years shall roll | | | | | | | |
309 | Thy way, not mine, O Lord | | | | | | | |
310 | Blest Comforter Divine | | | | | | | |
311 | The Lord my Shepherd is | | | | | | | |
312 | A charge to keep I have | | | | | | | |
313 | Blest be the tie that binds | | | | | | | |
314 | Our times are in Thy hand | | | | | | | |
[315] | Thou art gone up on high | | | | | | | |
316 | Blest is the man, O God | | | | | | | |
317 | Behold, what wond'rous grace | | | | | | | |
318 | Enthroned is Jesus now | | | | | | | |
319 | "For ever with the Lord!" | | | | | | | |
320 | Oh, whither should I go | | | | | | | |
321 | It is Thy hand, my God | | | | | | | |
322 | My spirit on Thy care | | | | | | | |
323 | Oh! who can ever find | | | | | | | |
324 | Ah! how shall fallen man | | | | | | | |
325 | And must this body die | AYLESBURY | | | | | | |
326 | When overwhelmed with grief | | | | | | | |
327 | Not with our mortal eyes | | | | | | | |
328 | If God be on my side | Gerar | | | | | | |
329 | I lift my soul to God | | | | | | | |
330 | Behold, the morning sun | | | | | | | |
331 | Grace! 'tis a charming sound | | | | | | | |