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101 | The Saviour! oh, what endless charms | | | | | | | |
102 | Thou dear Redeemer--dying Lamb! | | | | | | | |
103 | Ye glitt'ring toys of earth, adieu | | | | | | | |
104 | Hail! mighty Jesus! how divine | | | | | | | |
105 | Once as the Saviour pass'd along | | | | | | | |
106 | To God my Saviour and my King | | | | | | | |
107 | On Tabor's top the Saviour stands | | | | | | | |
108 | There is a fountain fill'd with blood | | | | | | | |
109 | Not all the blood of beasts | | | | | | | |
110 | Behold a stranger at the door! | | | | | | | |
111 | Amazing sight, the Saviour stands | | | | | | | |
112 | And will the Lord thus condescend | | | | | | | |
113 | Now is the time, th' accepted hour | | | | | | | |
114 | Unhappy city hadst thou known | | | | | | | |
115 | Jesus, Redeemer of mankind | | | | | | | |
116 | The Saviour calls--let every ear | | | | | | | |
117 | When marshall'd on the nightly plain | | | | | | | |
118 | What heavenly Man, or mighty God | | | | | | | |
119 | 'Tis midnight--and on Olive's brow | | | | | | | |
120 | Stretch'd on the cross, the Saviour dies | | | | | | | |
121 | Yonder, amazing sight! I see | | | | | | | |
122 | When Jesus hung upon the tree | | | | | | | |
123 | 'Twas in an hour when wrath prevail'd | | | | | | | |
124 | O if my soul was form'd for wo | | | | | | | |
125 | Alas! And did my Saviour bleed! | | | | | | | |
126 | O love divine, what hast thou done! | | | | | | | |
127 | Hark! the voice of love and mercy! | | | | | | | |
128 | The Son of Man they did betray | | | | | | | |
129 | Shall Jesus descend from the skies | | | | | | | |
130 | He dies!-- the Friend of sinners dies! | | | | | | | |
131 | Angels! roll the rock away! | | | | | | | |
132 | When weeping Mary came to seek | | | | | | | |
133 | See, Lord, thy willing subjects bow | | | | | | | |
134 | Sinners rejoice, it's Christ that di'd | | | | | | | |
135 | Come tune, ye saints, your noblest strains | | | | | | | |
136 | Sweet the moments, rich in blessing | | | | | | | |
137 | When I the lonely tomb survey | | | | | | | |
138 | Uprising from the silent tomb | | | | | | | |
139 | Ye mourning souls, dry up your tears | | | | | | | |
140 | Hark! the herald angels say | | | | | | | |
141 | It is the voice of love divine | | | | | | | |
142 | Far, far beyond these lower skies | | | | | | | |
143 | Jesus th'incarnate God of love | | | | | | | |
144 | Jesus, I love thy charming name | | | | | | | |
145 | Sinners, behold the Lamb of God | | | | | | | |
146 | Glory to God on high | | | | | | | |
147 | Where is my God?--does he retire | | | | | | | |
148 | Majestic sweetness sits enthron'd | | | | | | | |
149 | All hail the power of Jesus' name | | | | | | | |
150 | Have you found the precious Saviour | | | | | | | |
151 | Thus was the great Redeemer plung'd | | | | | | | |
152 | Jesus, mighty King of Sion! | | | | | | | |
153 | Salem's bright King, Jesus by name | | | | | | | |
154 | Humble souls, who seek salvation | | | | | | | |
155 | Behold the grave where Jesus lay | | | | | | | |
156 | O ye blood-wash'd, ransom'd sinners | | | | | | | |
157 | Hither we come, our dearest Lord | | | | | | | |
158 | When Christ the incarnate Son of God | | | | | | | |
159 | Mountains of Israel, rear on high | | | | | | | |
160 | The trump of Israel's jubilee | | | | | | | |
161 | Tho' now the nations sit beneath | | | | | | | |
162 | That mighty angel, to whose hand | | | | | | | |
163 | Behold, high in the midst of heav'n | | | | | | | |
164 | The Lord will not forget the grace | | | | | | | |
165 | Indulgent God, to thee we pray | | | | | | | |
166 | Sovereign of worlds, display thy pow'r | | | | | | | |
167 | Great Saviour, let thy pow'r divine | | | | | | | |
168 | Millions there are on heathen ground | | | | | | | |
169 | That glorious day is drawing nigh | | | | | | | |
170 | Hark! 'tis the Prophet of the skies | | | | | | | |
171 | Hark! a cry among the nations! | | | | | | | |
172 | Hark! the song of Jubilee | | | | | | | |
173 | From Greenland's icy mountains | | | | | | | |
174 | Go, ye messengers of God | | | | | | | |
175 | Go, ye heralds of salvation | | | | | | | |
176 | Hark! from yon wilds is heard the strain | | | | | | | |
177 | Inquire, ye pilgrims, for the way | | | | | | | |
178 | Yes! we trust the day is breaking | | | | | | | |
179 | The day is drawing nigh | | | | | | | |
180 | Convinc'd of sin, men now begin | | | | | | | |
181 | Lift up your eyes, ye sons of light | | | | | | | |
182 | Say, sinner, hath a voice within | | | | | | | |
183 | And does the Spirit kindly move | | | | | | | |
184 | And canst thou, sinner, slight | | | | | | | |
185 | My conscious guilt is now so great | | | | | | | |
186 | My former hopes are fled | | | | | | | |
187 | O Lord, how vile am I | | | | | | | |
188 | Come, ye weary sinners, come | | | | | | | |
189 | Thou great Physician of the soul | | | | | | | |
190 | Heal us, Immanuel, here we stand | | | | | | | |
191 | When gathering clouds around I view | | | | | | | |
192 | Father, whate'er of earthly bliss | | | | | | | |
193 | I love to steal awhile away | | | | | | | |
194 | Pray'r is the soul's sincere desire | | | | | | | |
195 | Pray'r was appointed to convey | | | | | | | |
196 | O thou, before whose gracious throne | | | | | | | |
197 | Far from affliction, toil and care | | | | | | | |
198 | From his low bed of mortal dust | | | | | | | |
199 | How blest is our brother, bereft | | | | | | | |
200 | 'Tis finish'd! the conflict is past | | | | | | | |