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S21 | Eternity is just at hand | | | | | | | |
S22 | When the harvest is past and the summer is o'er | | | | | | | |
S23 | Our heavenly Father calls, And Christ invites | | | | | | | |
S24 | Ye dying sons of men | | | | | | | |
S25 | Come, ye sinners, come to Jesus; Think upon your | | | | | | | |
S26 | Sinner [sinners], hear the [thy] Savior's call | | | | | | | |
S27 | Am I called, and can it be | | | | | | | |
S28 | The voice of free grace cries escape | | | | | | | |
S29 | Restless thy spirit, poor wandering sinner | | | | | | | |
S30 | Saved by grace I live to tell | | | | | | | |
S31 | As on the cross the Savior hung | | | | | | | |
S32 | The Lord will happiness divine on contrite hearts bestow | | | | | | | |
S33 | O that my load of sin were [was] gone | | | | | | | |
S34 | Jesus, thou art the sinner's friend | | | | | | | |
S35 | And can I yet delay | | | | | | | |
S36 | Afflictions, though they seem severe | | | | | | | |
S37 | I hear a voice that comes from far | | | | | | | |
S38 | Lord, shed a beam of heavenly day | | | | | | | |
S39 | 'Twas for my sins, my dearest Lord | | | | | | | |
S40 | Jesus, save my dying soul | | | | | | | |
S41 | Jesus, our souls' delightful choice | | | | | | | |
S42 | Encompassed with clouds of distress | | | | | | | |
S43 | I asked the Lord that I might grow | | | | | | | |
S44 | Gracious Lord, incline thine ear | | | | | | | |
S45 | The God of Abraham praise, who reigns enthroned | | | | | | | |
S46 | What various hindrances we meet | | | | | | | |
S47 | Awake, my soul, in [to] joyful [joyous] lays | | | | | | | |
S48 | Children of the heavenly king as we journey | | | | | | | |
S49 | To God, my Savior and my King, fain would my soul her tribute bring | | | | | | | |
S50 | Thy mercy, my God, is the theme of my song | | | | | | | |
S51 | How happy are they, Who the [their] Savior [Jesus] obey | | | | | | | |
S52 | Save me Lord in this distress | | | | | | | |
S53 | Lord, with glowing heart I'd [I] [I'll] praise thee | | | | | | | |
S54 | Quiet Lord my froward heart | | | | | | | |
S55 | Go watch and pray, thou canst not tell | | | | | | | |
S56 | If 'tis sweet to mingle where | | | | | | | |
S57 | Dear Lord, and shall thy Spirit rest in such [this] a wretched heart as mine | | | | | | | |
S58 | Begone, unbelief, [for] my [our] Savior is near | | | | | | | |
S59 | Why is my heart so far from thee | | | | | | | |
S60 | O Lord, my best desire [desires] fulfill | | | | | | | |
S61 | When darkness long has veiled my [the] mind | | | | | | | |
S62 | Brethren, while we sojourn here | | | | | | | |
S63 | I love the sons of grace | | | | | | | |
S64 | Hark, my soul, it is the Lord | | | | | | | |
S65 | How tedious and tasteless [restless and tiresome] the hours | | | | | | | |
S66 | Amazing grace, how sweet the sound, That saved | | | | | | | |
S67 | From whence doth [does] this [the] union arise | | | | | | | |
S68 | Arise, my tenderest thoughts, arise | | | | | | | |
S69 | How firm a foundation, ye [you] saints of the Lord | | | | | | | |
S70 | From all that's mortal, all that's vain | | | | | | | |
S71 | How happy [happy's] every child of grace, who [that] feels [knows] his sins forgiven | | | | | | | |
S72 | Why should a living man complain | | | | | | | |
S73 | And have I Christ no love for thee | | | | | | | |
S74 | From age to age exalt his name | | | | | | | |
S75 | My drowsy powers, why sleep ye [you] so | | | | | | | |
S76 | Be still, my heart, these anxious cares | | | | | | | |
S77 | Hear, gracious God [Lord], my humble moan [prayer] | | | | | | | |
S78 | As, panting in the sultry beam | | | | | | | |
S79 | Savior, when night involves the skies | | | | | | | |
S80 | Lord, unafflicted, undismayed | | | | | | | |
S81 | Lord, forever at thy side | | | | | | | |
S82 | O thou who diest the mourner's tear | | | | | | | |
S83 | Afflicted saint [saints] [soul] [souls], to Christ [God] draw near | | | | | | | |
S84 | 'Tis my happiness below | | | | | | | |
S85 | 'Tis religion that can give sweetest pleasures | | | | | | | |
S86 | Though sorrows rise, and dangers roll | | | | | | | |
S87 | Thus far my God hath [has] led me on | | | | | | | |
S88 | Yes, I would [will] love thee, blessed God | | | | | | | |
S89 | Much in sorrow, oft in woe | | | | | | | |
S90 | Ah now my spirit faints | | | | | | | |
S91 | Savior, visit Thy [our] plantation, grant us Lord, a gracious rain | | | | | | | |
S92 | Lift up your eyes, ye sons of light | | | | | | | |
S93 | The chariot, the chariot, its wheels roll [in] fire | | | | | | | |
S94 | This is the field, the world below, In which the sower | | | | | | | |
S95 | As when the [a] weary traveler gains | | | | | | | |
S96 | And let this feeble body fail | | | | | | | |
S97 | Earth has engrossed my love too long | | | | | | | |
S98 | Heaven is the land [place] where trouble cease | | | | | | | |
S99 | How sweet to reflect on the [those] joys that await me [us] | | | | | | | |
S100 | Forever with the Lord [our God], amen, so let it be | | | | | | | |
S101 | I my Ebenezer raise | | | | | | | |
S102 | Ah [O] wretched souls who strive in vain | | | | | | | |
S103 | How charming is the place | | | | | | | |
S104 | How sweet to leave the world awhile | | | | | | | |
S105 | Hail, sweetest, dearest, tie that binds | | | | | | | |