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I | The Son of Man they did betray | | | | | | | |
II | Father of our dying Lord | | | | | | | |
III | Ye happy souls, whose peaceful minds | | | | | | | |
IV | When business is o'er, my moments of leisure | | | | | | | |
V | O when shall I [we] see Jesus and dwell [reign] with Him above | | | | | | | |
VI | Behold a light shines in the night | | | | | | | |
VII | Children of the heavenly king as we journey | | | | | | | |
VIII | Don't you see my Jesus coming | | | | | | | |
IX | Jesus grant us all a blessing | | | | | | | |
X | Thee we adore, eternal name, And humbly | | | | | | | |
XI | Almighty love inspire My heart [soul] with sacred fire [pure desire] | | | | | | | |
XII | All you that love the Lord draw near | | | | | | | |
XIII | Why should we start and fear to die | | | | | | | |
XIV | Come, ye [you] that [who] know the Lord indeed | | | | | | | |
XV | I'm tired with [of] visits, modes and forms | | | | | | | |
XVI | Ye children of Jesus, that's [that're] [who're] bound for the Kingdom | | | | | | | |
XVII | Love divine, all loves [love] excelling | | | | | | | |
XVIII | Rapid my days and months run on | | | | | | | |
XIX | The fields are all white and the harvest is near | | | | | | | |
XX | Ye saints of God come hear me tell | | | | | | | |
XXI | Behold that great and awful day | | | | | | | |
XXII | My soul's full of glory, inspiring [which fires] [it fires] my tongue | | | | | | | |
XXIII | Ye pilgrims that are wandering home | | | | | | | |
XXIV | Now whilst I try my heart | | | | | | | |
XXV | Salvation, O the joyful sound | | | | | | | |
XXVI | Holy God, and hast thou sent | | | | | | | |
XXVII | Burst, ye emerald [pearly] gates, and bring | | | | | | | |
XXVIII | Though Zion afflicted with wave upon wave | | | | | | | |
XXIX | My Savior, my almighty Friend | | | | | | | |
XXX | How should the morning of my days | | | | | | | |
XXXI | The spacious firmament on high | | | | | | | |
XXXII | See, the eternal Judge descending | | | | | | | |
XXXIII | Vital spark of heavenly flame | | | | | | | |
XXXIV | Fountain of life, to all below | | | | | | | |
XXXV | Come all ye weary travellers | | | | | | | |
XXXVI | When man in sin's wild maze was lost | | | | | | | |
XXXVII | Lord, search and try this heart of mine | | | | | | | |
XXXVIII | What hath the world to equal this | | | | | | | |
XXXIX | Farewell, dear friends, a long farewell | | | | | | | |
XL | When gracious Lord, when shall it be | | | | | | | |
XLI | God of my salvation, hear | | | | | | | |
XLII | Hark, from the tomb [tombs] a doleful [warning] [mournful] sound | | | | | | | |
XLIII | The reason we love friendship | | | | | | | |
XLIV | Day of judgment, day of wonders | | | | | | | |
XLV | Farewell, dear friend [friends], I must be gone | | | | | | | |
XLVI | Of him who did salvation bring I could for ever think and sing | | | | | | | |
XLVII | He dies, the friend of sinners dies | | | | | | | |
XLVIII | My thoughts on awful subjects roll | | | | | | | |
XLIX | Before Jehovah's awful throne | | | | | | | |
L | Jesus, Lover [Savior] of my soul, Let me to thy bosom [refuge] fly | | | | | | | |
LI | There is a Heaven above the skies | | | | | | | |
LII | Thus to each saint, while here below | | | | | | | |
LIII | How happy every child of grace, The soul that's filled | | | | | | | |
LIV | While shepherds watch [watched] their flocks by night | | | | | | | |
LV | Now the Savior stands [standeth] [standing] a-pleading [and pleading] | | | | | | | |
LVI | Behold how Zion looks abroad | | | | | | | |
LVII | Infinite grief, amazing woe | | | | | | | |
LVIII | Come on, my partners in distress | | | | | | | |
LIX | Listed into the cause of sin | | | | | | | |
LX | Why, thus cast down, my soul | | | | | | | |
LXI | Jesus, and shall it ever be | | | | | | | |
LXII | Now begin the heavenly theme | | | | | | | |
LXIII | Ye fleeting charms of earth, farewell | | | | | | | |
LXIV | Hark, the herald angels sing, glory to the newborn King | | | | | | | |
LXV | How beauteous are their [his] feet | | | | | | | |
LXVI | Throughout our Savior's life we trace | | | | | | | |
LXVII | Jesus, when I can see thy face | | | | | | | |
LXVIII | My brethren all, on you I call | | | | | | | |
LXIX | I'm glad I ever saw the day | | | | | | | |
LXX | In evil long I took delight | | | | | | | |
LXXI | Hail, all hail, the glorious morning | | | | | | | |
LXXII | Peace, troubled soul, thou needest [need'st] not fear | | | | | | | |
LXXIII | Down headlong from the native skies | | | | | | | |
LXXIV | Meek, patient Lamb of God, to thee | | | | | | | |
LXXV | Ye saints attend the Savior's voice | | | | | | | |
LXXVI | Hark! how the gospel trumpet sounds | | | | | | | |
LXXVII | 'Tis my beloved's awful voice | | | | | | | |
LXXVIII | Lo we see the sign appearing | | | | | | | |
LXXIX | As near to Calvary I pass | | | | | | | |
LXXX | Come, O thou universal good | | | | | | | |
LXXXI | Jesus, great Shepherd of the [thy] sheep | | | | | | | |
LXXXII | Alas, and did my Savior bleed? And did my Sovereign die? | | | | | | | |
LXXXIII | The Lord into his garden comes | | | | | | | |
LXXXIV | In the house of king David a fountain | | | | | | | |
LXXXV | I sing my Savior's wondrous death | | | | | | | |
LXXXVI | Sing to the Lord, ye heavenly hosts | | | | | | | |
LXXXVII | Far from the [these] narrow [gloomy] scenes of night [life] | | | | | | | |
LXXXVIII | Arise, my soul, arise, shake off | | | | | | | |
LXXXIX | Come and taste along with me, consolation and running free | | | | | | | |
XC | Wandering pilgrim [pilgrims], mourning Christian [Christians] | | | | | | | |
XCI | My life declines, my strength is gone | | | | | | | |
XCII | Lord, how divine Thy comforts are | | | | | | | |
XCIII | Stop, poor sinner [sinners], stop and think | | | | | | | |
XCIV | In all my Lord's appointed ways | | | | | | | |
XCV | Shepherds, rejoice, lift up your eyes | | | | | | | |
XCVI | A soldier of the cross am I | | | | | | | |
XCVII | O what a vain and empty world is this | | | | | | | |
XCVIII | Come, ye that fear [love] the Lord, and listen while I tell | | | | | | | |
XCIX | O thou God of my salvation | | | | | | | |
C | Ah see that lifeless clay | | | | | | | |