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III.XXXI | Descend, thou soul-refining power! | | | | | | | |
III.XXXII | Go search the whole creation | | | | | | | |
III.XXXIII | O union, what a blessed sound! | | | | | | | |
III.XXXIV | Come let our worship now begin | | | | | | | |
III.XXXV | Come all my loving brethren | | | | | | | |
III.XXXVI | Pure love is the gift we'll improve | | | | | | | |
IV.I | Ye faithful souls, unite and sing | | | | | | | |
IV.II | The prophets they look'd for the day | | | | | | | |
IV.III | Hail precious truth! thou living way | | | | | | | |
IV.IV | This solemn sound, what can it be? | | | | | | | |
IV.V | Thro' the blessed Son of God | | | | | | | |
IV.VI | Some carnal professors, by antichrist led | | | | | | | |
IV.VII | Mistaken souls, who make your boast | | | | | | | |
IV.VIII | Come, ye sinners, come and welcome | | | | | | | |
IV.IX | We read in sacred pages | | | | | | | |
IV.X | Awake! awake! thy strength put on | | | | | | | |
IV.XI | God's trumpet sounds, rise and behold | | | | | | | |
IV.XII | When the Lord in ancient days | | | | | | | |
IV.XIII | In the season that is past | | | | | | | |
IV.XIV | All ancient historians record | | | | | | | |
IV.XV | In ancient days, the scripture says | | | | | | | |
IV.XVI | The King of kings and Lord of hosts | | | | | | | |
IV.XVII | The old Isaelites knew What it was they must do | | | | | | | |
IV.XVIII | The year of Jubilee is come, Alleluia! | | | | | | | |
IV.XIX | Come, ye that walk the narrow way | | | | | | | |
IV.XX | The Kingdom of glory, for ages conceal'd | | | | | | | |
IV.XXI | In vain we call on flesh and blood | | | | | | | |
IV.XXII | For ages past it has been said | | | | | | | |
IV.XXIII | We're told by great & learn'd divines | | | | | | | |
IV.XXIV | Who shall ascend to heavens height | | | | | | | |
IV.XXV | Establish'd in the latter days | | | | | | | |
IV.XXVI | In the present generation, Every wicked thing is found | | | | | | | |
IV.XXVII | With fear and rev'rence let us sing | | | | | | | |
IV.XXVIII | We read of people in ages long past | | | | | | | |
IV.XXIX | For people of God there remaineth a rest | | | | | | | |
IV.XXX | When I view by recollection | | | | | | | |
IV.XXXI | The living work of perfect love | | | | | | | |
IV.XXXII | Improve each moment as it flies | | | | | | | |
IV.XXXIII | Rights of conscience in these days | | | | | | | |
IV.XXXIV | Now, like Babel's golden statue | | | | | | | |
[This hymnal has not been proofed - data may be incomplete or incorrect]