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201 | Witness, ye men and angels, now | | | | | | | |
202 | Jesus! and shall it ever be | | | | | | | |
203 | When we baptize, we see the mode | | | | | | | |
204 | O, ye blood-wash'd, ransom'd sinners | | | | | | | |
205 | Now, thou exalted Prince of Peace! | | | | | | | |
206 | Our dearest Lord! look from above | | | | | | | |
207 | Didst thou, dear Jesus, suffer shame | | | | | | | |
208 | Christians, hear the Saviour call you | | | | | | | |
209 | Let plenteous grace descend upon those | | | | | | | |
210 | Baptiz'd into our Saviour's death | | | | | | | |
211 | Christians, if your hearts be warm | | | | | | | |
212 | In all my Lord's appointed ways | | | | | | | |
213 | Come, ye converts, come and welcome | | | | | | | |
214 | Choose ye his cross to bear | | | | | | | |
215 | Come, Holy Spirit, Dove divine! | | | | | | | |
216 | Our Saviour bow'd beneath the wave | | | | | | | |
217 | Saviour, thy law we love | | | | | | | |
218 | When the eternal Son of God | | | | | | | |
219 | Ah, how shall fallen man | | | | | | | |
220 | How shall the sons of men appear | | | | | | | |
221 | In songs of sublime adoration and praise | | | | | | | |
222 | Sinners, this solemn truth regard | | | | | | | |
223 | Forgiveness!--'tis a joyful sound | | | | | | | |
224 | See human nature sunk in shame! | | | | | | | |
225 | Not all the nobles of the earth | | | | | | | |
226 | Arise, my soul, arise! | | | | | | | |
227 | Say, who shall God's elect condemn? | | | | | | | |
228 | Look up, my soul, with cheerful eye | | | | | | | |
229 | Jesus, my King, proclaims the war | | | | | | | |
230 | 'Twas when the sea, with awful roar | | | | | | | |
231 | What warlike natures dwell within! | | | | | | | |
232 | Lord, I'm defiled in every part | | | | | | | |
233 | O, could I find some peaceful bower | | | | | | | |
234 | Come, thou fount of every blessing | | | | | | | |
235 | Lift up your heads, Immanuel's friends | | | | | | | |
236 | 'Tis first of all thyself to know | | | | | | | |
237 | And what am I?y My soul, awake | | | | | | | |
238 | Once I thought my mountain strong | | | | | | | |
239 | How tedious and tasteless the hours | | | | | | | |
240 | O, my soul, what means this sadness? | | | | | | | |
241 | From whence does this union arise | | | | | | | |
242 | O, for a heart to praise my God | | | | | | | |
243 | In vain the giddy world inquires | | | | | | | |
244 | I ask the gift of righteousness | | | | | | | |
245 | My soul, be on thy guard | | | | | | | |
246 | And must I part with all I have | | | | | | | |
247 | How happy ev'ry child of grace | | | | | | | |
248 | How far, alas, in sinful ways | | | | | | | |
249 | Bless'd Saviour! by thy powerful word | | | | | | | |
250 | Begone, unbelief! | | | | | | | |
251 | Kind Teacher and Lord! | | | | | | | |
252 | What poor despised company | | | | | | | |
253 | World, adieu! thou real cheat! | | | | | | | |
254 | Though trouble assail, and dangers affright | | | | | | | |
255 | Jesus! lover of my soul! | | | | | | | |
256 | A charge to keep I have | | | | | | | |
257 | O thou, in whose presence my soul takes delight | | | | | | | |
258 | Do not I love thee, O my Lord? | | | | | | | |
259 | 'Tis a point I long to know | | | | | | | |
260 | O thou, to whose all-searching sight | | | | | | | |
261 | O thou, from whom all goodness flows | | | | | | | |
262 | Give to the winds thy fears | | | | | | | |
263 | Oh, could our throughts and wishes fly | | | | | | | |
264 | The moment a sinner believes | | | | | | | |
265 | Alas, what hourly dangers rise! | | | | | | | |
266 | Sweet the moments, rich in blessing | | | | | | | |
267 | Guide me, O thou great Jehovah | | | | | | | |
268 | Pilgrim, burden'd with thy sin | | | | | | | |
269 | Our souls by love together knit | | | | | | | |
270 | I love thy kingdom, Lord | | | | | | | |
271 | As when the weary trav'ller gains | | | | | | | |
272 | My soul would fain indulge a hope | | | | | | | |
273 | Hark! my soul it is the Lord! | | | | | | | |
274 | Jesus, my hope while here below | | | | | | | |
275 | Did I possess the gift of tongues | | | | | | | |
276 | O for a closer walk with God | | | | | | | |
277 | Jesus, my pattern and my guide | | | | | | | |
278 | Sometimes a light surprises | | | | | | | |
279 | When, on Sinai's top, I see | | | | | | | |
280 | Your harps, ye trembling saints | | | | | | | |
281 | Dear Lord, I see in Peter's case | | | | | | | |
282 | Brethren, while we sojourn here | | | | | | | |
283 | 'Mid scenes of confusion and creature complaints | | | | | | | |
284 | An alien from God, and a stranger to grace | | | | | | | |
285 | Sweet to rejoice in lively hope | | | | | | | |
286 | On Jordan's stormy banks I stand | | | | | | | |
287 | Jerusalem, my happy home | | | | | | | |
288 | Saviour, visit thy plantation! | | | | | | | |
289 | When, O my Saviour, shall this heart | | | | | | | |
290 | O tell me no more | | | | | | | |
291 | O when shall I see Jesus | | | | | | | |
292 | When languor and disease invade | | | | | | | |
293 | Sweet to rejoice in lively hope | | | | | | | |
294 | Religion is the chief concern | | | | | | | |
295 | By whom shall Jacob now arise? | | | | | | | |
296 | How sweet, how heav'nly, is the sight | | | | | | | |
297 | Heavenly Father, hear my call | | | | | | | |
298 | 'Tis hard, when we are sick and poor | | | | | | | |
299 | Jesus, great Sovereign of the skies | | | | | | | |
300 | Farewell, dear friends, I must be gone | | | | | | | |