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1 | Let thy Kingdom blessed Saviour | | | | | | | |
2 | We have heard from that bright, that holy land | | | | | | | |
3 | Skeptic, spare that book | | | | | | | |
4 | The morning light is breaking | | | | | | | |
5 | As I view the last sands of old time sink away | | | | | | | |
6 | The groaning earth is too dark and drear | | | | | | | |
7 | I walk a lonely pilgrim here | | | | | | | |
8 | Lift up your heads, Emmanuel's friends! | | | | | | | |
9 | The time soon is coming by the prophets foretold | | | | | | | |
10 | When Christ, the Lord, was doom'd to die | | | | | | | |
11 | The King in his beauty by angels attended | | | | | | | |
12 | We're going home, we've had visions bright | | | | | | | |
13 | I've listed in the holy war | | | | | | | |
14 | What vessel are you sailing in? | | | | | | | |
15 | How happy is the man | | | | | | | |
16 | Behold! Behold! the Lamb of God | | | | | | | |
17 | How precious is the name, brethren sing, brethren sing | | | | | | | |
18 | We're going to a blissful home | | | | | | | |
19 | We are on our journey home | | | | | | | |
20 | We shall see the Saviour coming on the resurrection morning | | | | | | | |
21 | Will you go sinner, go to the highlands of Eden | | | | | | | |
22 | I have sought round the verdant earth for unfading joy | | | | | | | |
23 | Joyfully, joyfully onward I roam | | | | | | | |
24 | Holy God, and hast thou sent | | | | | | | |
25 | Jesus died on Calvary's mountain | | | | | | | |
26 | Hail the day so long expected | | | | | | | |
27 | The pure testimony put forth in the spirit | | | | | | | |
28 | I love it, I love it, and who shall dare | | | | | | | |
29 | Arise, arise, your King is coming! | | | | | | | |
30 | Come, all ye mourning pilgrims | | | | | | | |
31 | We're looking for a city | | | | | | | |
32 | Within the hallowed forest shade | | | | | | | |
33 | Afflictions, though they seem severe | | | | | | | |
34 | Lo, down in this beautiful valley | | | | | | | |
35 | On time's tempestuous ocean wide | | | | | | | |
36 | O how I long to see that day | | | | | | | |
37 | It is the hour of Time's farewell | | | | | | | |
38 | I'm marching on to my blest home | | | | | | | |
39 | Here is a band of brethren dear | | | | | | | |
40 | Sailor, see the morn breaks o'er thee | | | | | | | |
41 | The pearl that worldlings covet now | | | | | | | |
42 | Yes, He will come, though Pharisee | | | | | | | |
43 | Star of hope! He'll soon appear! | | | | | | | |
44 | List ye mortals1 hear the sound | | | | | | | |
45 | The friends that flee when trials come | | | | | | | |
46 | I love the holy Son of God | | | | | | | |
47 | The glorious day is drawing nigh | | | | | | | |
48 | O souls by love together knit | | | | | | | |
49 | Saviour, thou wast meek and lowly | | | | | | | |
50 | Awake! arise! his chariot wheels | | | | | | | |
51 | There we shall reign with Jesus | | | | | | | |
52 | Come all ye Christian pilgrims | | | | | | | |
53 | Though trouble assail us, and dangers affright | | | | | | | |
54 | There is a world of peace and pleasure | | | | | | | |
55 | The Midnight Cry in mercy sounds | | | | | | | |
56 | As near to Calvary I pass | | | | | | | |
57 | Hear the glorious proclamation | | | | | | | |
58 | Let party names no more | | | | | | | |
59 | Christian! Christian! | | | | | | | |
60 | Come, ye redeemed of the Lord | | | | | | | |
61 | Afflicted saint, to Christ draw near | | | | | | | |
62 | Hear, O sinner!--mercy hails you | | | | | | | |
63 | Rise my soul, and stretch thy wings | | | | | | | |
64 | The great tremendous day's approaching | | | | | | | |
65 | Thy word is a lamp to my feet | | | | | | | |
66 | I ask'd the Lord that I might grow | | | | | | | |
67 | A soldier, Lord, thou hast me made | | | | | | | |
68 | The old Israelites knew what it was that they must do | | | | | | | |
69 | What think ye of Christ? is the test | | | | | | | |
70 | As I lay musing on my bed | | | | | | | |
71 | The son of man they did betray | | | | | | | |
72 | O careless sinners, come | | | | | | | |
73 | Lonely and weary, by sorrows oppress'd | | | | | | | |
74 | The judgment day is rolling on | | | | | | | |
75 | I'm sighing for home where the King is his glory | | | | | | | |
76 | We're toiling here by sin opprest | | | | | | | |
77 | There is a rest that still remains | | | | | | | |
78 | The people called Christians how many things they tell | | | | | | | |
79 | Earth is groaning, Earth is groaning | | | | | | | |
80 | O! solemn, dreadful, glorious news! | | | | | | | |