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293a | His hoary frost, his fleecy snow | | | | | | | |
293b | When I can read my title clear | | | | | | | |
295 | This life's a dream, and empty show | | | | | | | |
302 | Jerusalem, my happy home | | | | | | | |
303 | Come, ye sinners, poor and wretched | | | | | | | |
304 | What's this that in my soul is rising? | | | | | | | |
305 | Shed not a tear, o'er your friend's early bier | | | | | | | |
306 | What's this that steals, that steals upon my frame! | | | | | | | |
307 | Hasten, Lord, the glorious time | | | | | | | |
308 | When converts first begin to sing | | | | | | | |
d1 | A few more days on earth to spend | | | | | | | |
d2 | Afflictions, though they seem severe | | | | | | | |
d3 | All hail the power of Jesus' name! | | | | | | | |
d4 | Am I a soldier of the cross | | | | | | | |
d5 | Amazing grace! (how sweet the sound) | | | | | | | |
d6 | And am I born to die? | | | | | | | |
d7 | And must I be to judgment brought | | | | | | | |
d8 | Angels in shining order stand | | | | | | | |
d9 | As on the cross the Saviour hung | | | | | | | |
d10 | Brethren, don't you hear the sound? | | | | | | | |
d11 | Brethren, we have met to worship | | | | | | | |
d12 | Burst, ye emerald gates, and bring | | | | | | | |
d13 | Columbia! Columbia! to glory arise | | | | | | | |
d14 | Come all, who love my Lord and master | | | | | | | |
d16 | Come, all ye weary travellers | | | | | | | |
d17 | Come away to the skies | | | | | | | |
d18 | Come, Christians be valiant, our Jesus is near us | | | | | | | |
d20 | Come, happy souls, approach your God | | | | | | | |
d21 | Come, humble sinner, in whose breast | | | | | | | |
d22 | Come, little children, now we may | | | | | | | |
d23 | Come, O thou traveller unknown | | | | | | | |
d24 | Come, sound his name abroad | | | | | | | |
d25 | Come, ye disconsolate, where'er ye languish | | | | | | | |
d26 | Come, ye sinners, poor and wretched | | | | | | | |
d27 | Come, ye that love the Lord | | | | | | | |
d28 | Dark and thorny is the desert | | | | | | | |
d29 | Dear friends, farewell, I do you tell | | | | | | | |
d30 | Death, 'tis a melancholy day | | | | | | | |
d31 | Do not I love thee, O my Lord? | | | | | | | |
d32 | Farewell, farewell, farewell, my friends | | | | | | | |
d33 | Father, Son, and Holy Ghost | | | | | | | |
d35 | From Greenland's icy mountains | | | | | | | |
d36 | From whence does this union arise | | | | | | | |
d37 | Good morning, brother pilgrim | | | | | | | |
d38 | Grace! 'tis a charming sound | | | | | | | |
d39 | Hail, solitude! thou gentle queen | | | | | | | |
d40 | Hail the blest morn, see the great Mediator | | | | | | | |
d41 | Hail! ye sighing sons of sorrow | | | | | | | |
d42 | Hark! from the tombs a doleful sound | | | | | | | |
d43 | Hark! listen to the trumpeters! | | | | | | | |
d44 | Hark! the jubilee is sounding | | | | | | | |
d45 | He comes! he comes! to judge the world | | | | | | | |
d46 | Hear the royal proclamation | | | | | | | |
d47 | High o'er the hills the mountains rise | | | | | | | |
d48 | Hither, ye faithful, haste with songs of triumph | | | | | | | |
d49 | How beauteous are their feet | | | | | | | |
d50 | How firm a foundation, ye saints of the Lord | | | | | | | |
d51 | How happy is the pilgrim's lot | | | | | | | |
d52 | How lost was my condition | | | | | | | |
d53 | How painfully pleasing the fond recollection | | | | | | | |
d54 | How pleasant 'tis to see | | | | | | | |
d55 | How pleased and blest was I | | | | | | | |
d56 | How sweet the melting lay | | | | | | | |
d57 | How sweet the name of Jesus sounds | | | | | | | |
d58 | How sweet to reflect on the joys that await me | | | | | | | |
d59 | How tedious and tasteless the hours | | | | | | | |
d60 | I am a great complainer, that bears the name of Christ | | | | | | | |
d61 | I find myself placed in a state of probation | | | | | | | |
d62 | If God is mine, then present things | | | | | | | |
d64 | In de dark woods, no Indian nigh | | | | | | | |
d65 | In evil long I took delight | | | | | | | |
d66 | In the floods of tribulation | | | | | | | |
d67 | Jerusalem, my happy home | | | | | | | |
d68 | Jesus, I my cross have taken | | | | | | | |
d69 | Jesus, my all, to heav'n is gone | | | | | | | |
d70 | Let every creature join | | | | | | | |
d71 | Let ev'ry mortal ear attend | | | | | | | |
d72 | Let me go to my home in the far distant west | | | | | | | |
d73 | Let party names no more | | | | | | | |
d74 | Life is the time to serve the Lord | | | | | | | |
d75 | Lift up your heads, Immanuel's friends | | | | | | | |
d76 | Lord, in the morning thou shalt hear | | | | | | | |
d77 | 'Mid scenes of confusion and creature complaints | | | | | | | |
d79 | My days, my weeks, my months, my years | | | | | | | |
d80 | My God, my life, my love | | | | | | | |
d81 | My God, my portion, and my love | | | | | | | |
d82 | Oh! for a closer walk with God | | | | | | | |
d84 | O, once I had a glorious view | | | | | | | |
d85 | O tell me no more of this world's vain store! | | | | | | | |
d86 | O thou in whose presence my soul takes delight | | | | | | | |
d87 | Oh! thou, whose tender mercy hears | | | | | | | |
d88 | O when shall I see Jesus, and dwell with him above | | | | | | | |
d89 | On the mountian's top appearing | | | | | | | |
d90 | Once more, my soul, the rising day | | | | | | | |
d91 | Our bondage it shall end, by and by, by and by | | | | | | | |
d92 | Rejoice, my friends, the Lord is King | | | | | | | |
d93 | Rock of Ages, shelter me! | | | | | | | |
d94 | See how the wicked kingdom | | | | | | | |
d95 | Shall wisdom cry aloud | | | | | | | |
d97 | Soldiers of the cross, arise | | | | | | | |