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1 | Come thou fount of every blessing | | | | | | | |
2 | Come all ye mourning pilgrims now | | | | | | | |
3 | O tell me no more of this vain world's store | | | | | | | |
4 | Come, ye sinners, poor and needy | | | | | | | |
5 | Come all ye weary trav'llers | | | | | | | |
6 | I sojourn in a vale of tears | | | | | | | |
7 | Come and taste along with me | | | | | | | |
8 | Jesus grant us all a blessing | | | | | | | |
9 | A soldier, Lord, Thou hast me made | | | | | | | |
10 | Once on a time a paper kite | | | | | | | |
11 | Lord, search and try this heart of mine | | | | | | | |
12 | Oh how happy are they | | | | | | | |
13 | What think you of Christ? is the test | | | | | | | |
14 | Ah! give me, Lord, my sins to mourn | | | | | | | |
15 | By the poor widow's oil and meal | | | | | | | |
16 | Nay, I cannot let thee go | | | | | | | |
17 | Poor sinners! little do they think | | | | | | | |
18 | I would but cannot sing | | | | | | | |
19 | I've listed in the holy war | | | | | | | |
20 | Grace! 'tis a charming sound! | | | | | | | |
21 | By faith I am a conqueror | | | | | | | |
22 | Sinners, the voice of God regard | | | | | | | |
23 | Prostrate, dear Jesus, at thy feet | | | | | | | |
24 | Stay, thou insulted Spirit, stay | | | | | | | |
25 | Once perishing in blood I lay | | | | | | | |
26 | The Lord will happiness divine | | | | | | | |
27 | Sin has undone our wretched race | | | | | | | |
28 | Man has a soul of vast desires | | | | | | | |
29 | Now let a true ambition rise | | | | | | | |
30 | Almighty love inspire | | | | | | | |
31 | To-day if you will hear his voice | | | | | | | |
32 | Stop, poor sinner, stop and think | | | | | | | |
33 | Through tribulation's deep | | | | | | | |
34 | I hate the tempter and his charms | | | | | | | |
35 | Ye hearts, with youthful vigour warm | | | | | | | |
36 | While I to grief my soul gave way | | | | | | | |
37 | Dead be my heart to all below | | | | | | | |
38 | The Lord receives his highest praise | | | | | | | |
39 | Thus far my God has led me on | | | | | | | |
40 | Vain man thy fond pursuits forbear | | | | | | | |
41 | Gracious Spirit, Dove divine! | | | | | | | |
42 | What jarring natures dwell within | | | | | | | |
43 | Oh that I knew the secret place | | | | | | | |
44 | Break thro' the clouds, dear Lord, and shine | | | | | | | |
45 | Let party names no more | | | | | | | |
46 | Awak'd by Sinai's awful sound | | | | | | | |
47 | Christ is set on Zion's hill | | | | | | | |
48 | By whom was David taught | | | | | | | |
49 | God knows his people, hears their groans | | | | | | | |
50 | Jesus, and shall it ever be | | | | | | | |
51 | The Son of man they did betray | | | | | | | |
52 | Jesus Christ has power alone | | | | | | | |
53 | I want an heart to pray | | | | | | | |
54 | Bless'd Martha love and joy express'd | | | | | | | |
55 | Jesus my king proclaims the war | | | | | | | |
56 | Rise, my soul, and stretch thy wings | | | | | | | |
57 | Return, my roving heart, return | | | | | | | |
58 | Religion is the chief concern | | | | | | | |
59 | And must I part with all I have | | | | | | | |
60 | Behold the sons, the heirs of God | | | | | | | |
61 | And are we rebels yet | | | | | | | |
62 | Should bounteous nature kindly pour | | | | | | | |
63 | Come, let me love, or is my mind | | | | | | | |
64 | Hear, Lord, I pray, without delay | | | | | | | |
65 | This is a tiresome world, 'tis true | | | | | | | |
66 | I long and earnest pant | | | | | | | |
67 | Come, my soul, thy suit prepare | | | | | | | |
68 | O Meditate my heart | | | | | | | |
69 | Lord what is man! that child of pride! | | | | | | | |
70 | If strangers ask the reason why | | | | | | | |
71 | Alas! alas, why is it so | | | | | | | |
72 | Uncertain how the way to find | | | | | | | |
73 | The wandering star and fleeting wind | | | | | | | |
74 | Now in a song of grateful praise | | | | | | | |
75 | The Tree of life, my soul hath seen | | | | | | | |
76 | Farewell, my brethren in the Lord | | | | | | | |
77 | Saviour, I do feel thy merit | | | | | | | |
78 | Am I a Soldier of the Cross | | | | | | | |
79 | The day is past and gone | | | | | | | |
80 | Methinks I hear my Saviour call | | | | | | | |
81 | Jerusalem, my happy home | | | | | | | |
82 | How tedious and tasteless the hours | | | | | | | |
83 | Thine earthly sabbaths, Lord we love | | | | | | | |
84 | Now the shades of night are gone | | | | | | | |
85 | Come ye redeemed of the Lord | | | | | | | |
86 | My days, my weeks, my months, my years | | | | | | | |
87 | The Lord into his garden comes | | | | | | | |
88 | Come all ye Pilgrim travellers | | | | | | | |
89 | How lost was my condition | | | | | | | |
90 | Attend, ye saints, and hear me tell | | | | | | | |
91 | See the eternal Judge descending | | | | | | | |
92 | Go on you pilgrims while below | | | | | | | |
93 | Come now poor sinners, share a part | | | | | | | |
94 | O that my load of sin was gone | | | | | | | |
95 | Weary of struggling with my pain | | | | | | | |
96 | Let heav'n and earth rejoice | | | | | | | |
97 | Prayer was appointed to convey | | | | | | | |
98 | Let thy kingdom, blessed Saviour | | | | | | | |
99 | My Master calls, I haste away | | | | | | | |
100 | Sinners obey the gospel word | | | | | | | |