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1 | Behold the glories of the Lamb | | | | | | | |
2 | Naked as from the earth we came | | | | | | | |
3 | Let ev'ry mortal ear attend | | | | | | | |
4 | How beauteous are their feet | | | | | | | |
5 | O for an overcoming faith | | | | | | | |
6 | Awake my heart, arise my tongue | | | | | | | |
7 | In thine own ways, O God of love | | | | | | | |
8 | Awake our souls (away our fears | | | | | | | |
9 | To God the only wise | | | | | | | |
10 | Come let us join our cheerful songs | | | | | | | |
11 | The voice of my beloved sounds | | | | | | | |
12 | We are a garden wall'd around | | | | | | | |
13 | Thus far the Lord has led me on | | | | | | | |
14 | Shall the vile race of flesh and blood | | | | | | | |
15 | Thus saith the high and lofty One | | | | | | | |
16 | Life is the time to serve the Lord | | | | | | | |
17 | I'm not asham'd to own my Lord | | | | | | | |
18 | Not the malicious or profane | | | | | | | |
19 | Behold the wretch whose lust and wine | | | | | | | |
20 | Go preach my gospel, saith the Lord | | | | | | | |
21 | So let our lips and lives express | | | | | | | |
22 | Why do we mourn departing friends? | | | | | | | |
23 | Once more, my soul, the rising day | | | | | | | |
24 | Alas! and did my Savior bleed! | | | | | | | |
25 | My soul forsakes her vain delight | | | | | | | |
26 | Welcome, sweet day of rest | | | | | | | |
27 | Far from my thoughts, vain world begone | | | | | | | |
28 | Lord, what a heav'n of saving grace | | | | | | | |
29 | Let others boast how strong they be | | | | | | | |
30 | My drowsy pow'rs, why sleep ye so? | | | | | | | |
31 | Stoop down my thoughts that us'd to rise | | | | | | | |
32 | Come ye that love the Lord | | | | | | | |
33 | Why should we start and fear to die? | | | | | | | |
34 | Well, the Redeemer's gone | | | | | | | |
35 | Up to the fields where angels lie | | | | | | | |
36 | My God, what endless pleasures dwell | | | | | | | |
37 | Now to the Lord a noble song! | | | | | | | |
38 | How vain are all things here below | | | | | | | |
39 | Lord! what a wretched land is this | | | | | | | |
40 | My God, the spring of all my joys | | | | | | | |
41 | Thee we adore eternal name | | | | | | | |
42 | Lord, how secure and blest are they | | | | | | | |
43 | My soul, come meditate the day | | | | | | | |
44 | Hark! from the tombs a doleful sound | | | | | | | |
45 | Awak'd by Sinai's awful sound | | | | | | | |
46 | Hark, the Jublilee is sounding | | | | | | | |
47 | Dark and thorny is the Desert | | | | | | | |
48 | Stop! poor sinners, stop and think | | | | | | | |
49 | Come ye sinners, poor and needy | | | | | | | |
50 | I long to see the seasons come | | | | | | | |
51 | Say, now ye lovely social band | | | | | | | |
52 | Hark! ye sinners, now the trumpet? | | | | | | | |
53 | Day of Judgment, day of wonders | | | | | | | |
54 | Saviour, I do feel thy merit | | | | | | | |
55 | Come, thou fount of every blessing | | | | | | | |
56 | On Jordan's stormy banks I stand | | | | | | | |
57 | Come all ye weary souls | | | | | | | |
58 | There is a Heaven in yonder sky | | | | | | | |
59 | How tedious and tasteless the hours | | | | | | | |
60 | Ye trav'llers to Paradise | | | | | | | |
61 | Jesus let thy pitying eye | | | | | | | |
62 | Jesus drinks the bitter cup | | | | | | | |
63 | There is a holy city | | | | | | | |
64 | Father of men, thy care we bless | | | | | | | |
65 | What bosom mov'd with pious zeal | | | | | | | |
66 | Salvation! O melodious sound | | | | | | | |
67 | Unite, my roving thoughts, unite | | | | | | | |
68 | Arise, my tend'rest thoughts, arise | | | | | | | |
69 | Now let our voices join | | | | | | | |
70 | Ye humble souls rejoice | | | | | | | |
71 | It is my Father's voice | | | | | | | |
72 | Saviour divine, we know thy name | | | | | | | |
73 | Now let a true ambition rise | | | | | | | |
74 | My soul with joy attend | | | | | | | |
75 | Do not I love thee, O my Lord? | | | | | | | |
76 | Great God, we sing that mighty hand | | | | | | | |
77 | Now let the feeble all be strong | | | | | | | |
78 | Grace! 'tis a charming sound | | | | | | | |
79 | My gracious Lord, I own thy right! | | | | | | | |
80 | Awake, my soul, stretch ev'ry nerve | | | | | | | |
81 | The Lord Jehovah calls | | | | | | | |
82 | Jesus, I love thy charming name | | | | | | | |
83 | Our heav'nly father calls | | | | | | | |
84 | Tho' troubles assail, And dangers affright | | | | | | | |
85 | When Joesph his brethren beheld | | | | | | | |
86 | Bitter indeed the waters are | | | | | | | |
87 | By whom was David taught | | | | | | | |
88 | Poor, weak and worthless though I am | | | | | | | |
89 | Amazing grace! (how sweet the sound ) | | | | | | | |
90 | Joy is a fruit that will not grow | | | | | | | |
91 | How sweet the name of Jesus sounds | | | | | | | |
92 | I will praise thee ev'ry day | | | | | | | |
93 | When Peter boasted, soon he fell | | | | | | | |
94 | Bestow, dear Lord, upon our youth | | | | | | | |
95 | Saviour, visit thy plantation | | | | | | | |
96 | What various hindrances we meet | | | | | | | |
97 | Stop, poor sinner! stop and think | | | | | | | |
98 | Approach, my soul, the mercy seat | | | | | | | |
99 | God moves in a mysterious way | | | | | | | |
100 | O Lord, my best desire fulfill | | | | | | | |