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1 | Young people all, attention give | | | | | | | |
2 | Come, ye sinners, poor and wretched | | | | | | | |
3a | Salvation! O the joyful sound! | | | | | | | |
3b | Thou Man of grief, remember me | | | | | | | |
4a | Today, if you will hear his voice | | | | | | | |
4b | Come, humble sinner, in whose breast | | | | | | | |
5a | O thou who hear'st when sinners cry | | | | | | | |
5b | Mercy, O thou Son of David | | | | | | | |
6a | Jesus, my all, to heav'n is gone | | | | | | | |
6b | Children of the heav'nly King | | | | | | | |
7a | Grace! 'tis a charming sound | | | | | | | |
7b | Did Christ o'er sinner's weep? | | | | | | | |
8a | Amazing grace! (how sweet the sound) | | | | | | | |
8b | Lord I cannot let thee go | | | | | | | |
9 | As on the cross the Saviour hung | | | | | | | |
10a | Come, we that love the Lord | | | | | | | |
10b | Am I a soldier of the cross | | | | | | | |
11 | Jesus my all to heav'n is gone | | | | | | | |
12 | How sweet the name of Jesus sounds | | | | | | | |
13a | Lord, what is man, poor feeble man! | | | | | | | |
13b | Sweet is the day of sacred rest | | | | | | | |
14 | Dear friends, farewell, I do you tell | | | | | | | |
15 | O thou in whose presence my soul takes delight | | | | | | | |
16 | Hail the blest morn, see the great Mediator | | | | | | | |
17a | Come away to the skies | | | | | | | |
17b | Once more, my soul, the rising day | | | | | | | |
18 | I am a great complainer, that bears the name of Christ | | | | | | | |
19a | The time is swiftly rolling on | | | | | | | |
19b | Welcome, welcome, ev'ry guest | | | | | | | |
20 | How painfully pleasing the fond recollection | | | | | | | |
22a | O come, loud anthems let us sing | | | | | | | |
22b | So fades the lovely, blooming flow'r | | | | | | | |
23a | Come, ye that love the Lord | | | | | | | |
23b | Mercy, O thou son of David | | | | | | | |
24a | The faithless world, promiscuous flows | | | | | | | |
24b | Will God for ever cast us off! | | | | | | | |
25a | Saw ye my Savior | | | | | | | |
25b | When shall we all meet again? | | | | | | | |
26 | I love my blessed Saviour | | | | | | | |
27a | My soul, repeat his praise | | | | | | | |
27b | When I can read my title clear | | | | | | | |
28 | Afflictions, though they seem severe | | | | | | | |
29 | Remember, sinful youth, you must die, you must die | | | | | | | |
30 | Our cheerful voices let us raise | | | | | | | |
31a | And am I born to die? | | | | | | | |
31b | Teach me the measure of my days | | | | | | | |
32 | When the midnight cry began, O what lamentation | | | | | | | |
33 | Though troubles assail, and dangers affright | | | | | | | |
34a | Come, O thou traveller unknown | VERNON | | | | | | |
34b | Farewell, my dear brethren, the time is at hand | | | | | | | |
35a | The cross of Christ inspires my heart | | | | | | | |
35b | Farewell, my lovely friends, farewell | | | | | | | |
36 | Bright scenes of glory strike my sense | | | | | | | |
37 | I find myself placed in a state of probation | | | | | | | |
38 | My Shepherd will supply my need | | | | | | | |
39a | Who is this that comes from far | | | | | | | |
39b | From whence does this union arise | | | | | | | |
40a | Do not I love thee, O my Lord? | | | | | | | |
40b | No more beneath th'oppressive hand | | | | | | | |
41 | The people called Christians | | | | | | | |
42 | Glorious things of thee are spoken | | | | | | | |
43 | Hark! don't you hear the turtle dove | | | | | | | |
44 | While beauty and youth are in their full prime | | | | | | | |
45 | Am I a soldier of the cross | | | | | | | |
46 | The day is past and gone | | | | | | | |
47 | Rise, my soul, and stretch thy wings | | | | | | | |
48a | Broad is the road that leads to death | | | | | | | |
48b | Come, humble sinner, in whose breast | | | | | | | |
49 | How lost was my condition | | | | | | | |
50 | Through all the world below | | | | | | | |
51 | On Jordan's stormy banks I stand | | | | | | | |
52 | By Babel's streams we sat and wept | | | | | | | |
53a | O when shall I see Jesus, and dwell with him above | | | | | | | |
53b | He dies, the Friend of sinners dies! | | | | | | | |
54 | Oh! may I worthy prove to see | | | | | | | |
55 | O, once I had a glorious view | | | | | | | |
56 | Come all, who love my Lord and master | | | | | | | |
57 | The chariot! the chariot! its wheels roll in fire | | | | | | | |
58 | Come on, my partners in distress | | | | | | | |
59 | O tell me no more of this world's vain store! | | | | | | | |
60 | In seasons of grief to my God I'll repair | | | | | | | |
61 | Brethren, don't you hear the sound? | | | | | | | |
62 | Come, little children, now we may | | | | | | | |
63 | There is a land of pleasure | | | | | | | |
64 | Come, thou fount of ev'ry blessing | | | | | | | |
65 | The watchmen blow the trumpet round | | | | | | | |
66 | Religion is the chief concern | | | | | | | |
67 | Dismiss us with thy blessing, Lord | | | | | | | |
68 | No more beneath th'oppressive hand | | | | | | | |
69 | How firm a foundation, ye saints of the Lord | | | | | | | |
70 | To leave my dear friends, and with neighbors to part | | | | | | | |
71 | How tedious and tasteless the hours | | | | | | | |
72a | Return, O God of love, return | | | | | | | |
72b | Rise, my soul, and stretch thy wings | | | | | | | |
73 | When in death I shall calm recline | | | | | | | |
74 | A few more days on earth to spend | | | | | | | |
75 | The time is soon coming | | | | | | | |
76 | Why do we mourn departing friends? | | | | | | | |
77 | Blow ye the trumpet, blow | | | | | | | |
78 | Ye nations all, on you I call | | | | | | | |