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156 | When death appears before my sight | | | | | | | |
157 | Ye living men, the tomb survey | | | | | | | |
158 | Happy soul, thy days are ended | | | | | | | |
159 | What scenes of horror and of dread | | | | | | | |
160 | Peace, 'tis the Lord Jehovah's hand | | | | | | | |
161 | When musing sorrow weeps the past | | | | | | | |
162 | The hour of my departure's come | | | | | | | |
163 | Vital spark of heavenly flame | | | | | | | |
164 | Thou art gone to the grave, but we will not deplore thee | | | | | | | |
165 | O for an overcoming faith | | | | | | | |
166 | Hear what the voice from heaven proclaims | | | | | | | |
167 | Lo! I behold the scattering shades | | | | | | | |
168 | Lo, He comes, with clouds descending | | | | | | | |
169 | He comes! he comes! the Judge severe | | | | | | | |
170 | Before the great Jehovah's bar | | | | | | | |
171 | In the sun and moon and stars | | | | | | | |
172 | The day of wrath, that dreadful day | | | | | | | |
173 | Thee we adore, eternal name! | | | | | | | |
174 | Eternity is just at hand | | | | | | | |
175 | Nor eye has seen, nor ear has heard | | | | | | | |
176 | There is a land of pure delight | | | | | | | |
177 | Our sins, alas! how strong they be! | | | | | | | |
178 | Oh, the delights, the heavenly joys | | | | | | | |
179 | Give me the wings of faith, to rise | | | | | | | |
180 | Not to the terrors of the Lord | | | | | | | |
181 | Far from these narrow scenes of night | | | | | | | |
182 | O for a sweet, inspiring ray | | | | | | | |
183 | While on the verge of life I stand | | | | | | | |
184 | Ye angels who stand round the throne | | | | | | | |
185 | Earth has engrossed my love too long | | | | | | | |
186 | High in yonder realms of light | | | | | | | |
187 | My thoughts surmount these lower skies | | | | | | | |
188 | While through this changing world we roam | | | | | | | |
189 | Far from the utmost verge of day | | | | | | | |
190 | The law by Moses came | | | | | | | |
191 | Life and immortal joys are given | | | | | | | |
192 | Sin has a thousand treacherous arts | | | | | | | |
193 | Sin, like a venomous disease | | | | | | | |
194 | O thou eternal, glorious Lord | | | | | | | |
195 | While Sinai roars, and round the earth | | | | | | | |
196 | Oh where shall rest be found? | | | | | | | |
197 | My thoughts on awful subjects roll | | | | | | | |
198 | That awful day will surely come | | | | | | | |
199 | How great, how terrible, that God | | | | | | | |
200 | Say, sinner, hath a voice within | | | | | | | |
201 | And will the Judge descend? | | | | | | | |
202 | Sinner, art thou still secure? | | | | | | | |
203 | And canst thou, sinner, slight | | | | | | | |
204 | See the eternal Judge descending | | | | | | | |
205 | Come hither, all ye weary souls | | | | | | | |
206 | Why does your face, ye humble souls | | | | | | | |
207 | Come, happy souls, approach your God | | | | | | | |
208 | Raise your triumphant songs | | | | | | | |
209 | Come, weary souls, with sins distressed | | | | | | | |
210 | On Sion, his own holy mount | | | | | | | |
211 | Ye wretched, hungry, starving poor | | | | | | | |
212 | Now begin the heavenly theme | | | | | | | |
213 | The Saviour calls--let every ear | | | | | | | |
214 | Let every mortal ear attend | | | | | | | |
215 | In vain we lavish out our lives | | | | | | | |
216 | Sinners, the voice of God regard | | | | | | | |
217 | Sinner, O why so thoughtless grown! | | | | | | | |
218 | Prisoners of sin, and Satan too | | | | | | | |
219 | Hasten, O sinner, to be wise | | | | | | | |
220 | Religion is the chief concern | | | | | | | |
221 | Come, dearest Lord, who reign'st above | | | | | | | |
222 | When thou, my righteous Judge, shalt come | | | | | | | |
223 | Lord, how secure my conscience was | | | | | | | |
224 | Not by the laws of innocence | | | | | | | |
225 | No more, my God, I boast no more | | | | | | | |
226 | And are we wretches yet alive | | | | | | | |
227 | When rising from the bed of death | | | | | | | |
228 | Jesus! full of all compassion | | | | | | | |
229 | Why droops my soul with grief opprest? | | | | | | | |
230 | Rock of ages, shelter me | | | | | | | |
231 | Sprinkled with reconciling blood | | | | | | | |
232 | O thou, that hearest the prayer of faith | | | | | | | |
233 | Jesus! lover of my soul | | | | | | | |
234 | When shall thy love constrain | | | | | | | |
235 | Ah wretched souls, who strive in vain | | | | | | | |
236 | Come, humble sinner, in whose breast | | | | | | | |
237 | People of the living God | | | | | | | |
238 | Ye glittering toys of earth, adieu | | | | | | | |
239 | And now the scales have left my eyes | | | | | | | |
240 | Mighty Redeemer! set me free | | | | | | | |
241 | Beset with snares on every hand | | | | | | | |
242 | And will the Lord thus condescend | | | | | | | |
243 | Blessed Jesus! when thy cross I view | | | | | | | |
244 | Not the malicious or profane | | | | | | | |
245 | I send the joys of earth away | | | | | | | |
246 | When, in the light of faith divine | | | | | | | |
247 | 'Twas for my sins, my dearest Lord | | | | | | | |
248 | O how I love thy holy word | | | | | | | |
249 | My God, assist me, while I raise | | | | | | | |
250 | Enslaved by sin, and bound in chains | | | | | | | |
251 | Boundless glory, Lord, be thine | | | | | | | |
252 | Forgiveness! 'tis a joyful sound | | | | | | | |
253 | Blessed Jesus! when my soaring thoughts | | | | | | | |
254 | Come, we that love the Lord | | | | | | | |
255 | Not with our mortal eyes | | | | | | | |