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1 | Listed into the cause of sin | | | | | | | |
2 | Hear the royal proclamation | | | | | | | |
3 | Fly to the fountain, fly with me | | | | | | | |
4 | Come, trembling sinner, in whose breast | | | | | | | |
5 | Behold the wretch whose lust and wine | | | | | | | |
6 | People of the living God | | | | | | | |
7 | Though in the outward church below | | | | | | | |
8 | Go forth, ye heralds, and proclaim | | | | | | | |
9 | How brightly beams the day of grace | | | | | | | |
10 | Sinners, will you scorn the message | | | | | | | |
11 | Life is the time to serve the Lord | | | | | | | |
12 | Behold a stranger at the door! | | | | | | | |
13 | Sinner, come! Mid thy gloom | | | | | | | |
14 | Child of sin and sorrow | | | | | | | |
15 | Stop, poor sinner, stop and think | | | | | | | |
16 | Attend, young friends, while I relate | | | | | | | |
17 | Young people, all attention give | | | | | | | |
18 | We are travelling home to heaven above | | | | | | | |
19 | We're marching to the promised land | | | | | | | |
20 | Sinners, the city where you dwell | | | | | | | |
21 | Ye erring souls that wildly roam | | | | | | | |
22 | Why wanderest thou so far from home? | | | | | | | |
23 | Drooping souls, no longer grieve | | | | | | | |
24 | Approach my soul, the mercy-seat | | | | | | | |
25 | Awaked by Sinai's awful sound | | | | | | | |
26 | 'Tis a point I long to know | | | | | | | |
27 | Come, my soul, and let us try | | | | | | | |
28 | Jesus! thou art the sinner's friend | | | | | | | |
29 | Hark! from the cross a gracious voice | | | | | | | |
30 | As on the cross the Saviour hung | | | | | | | |
31 | Light of those whose dreary dwelling | | | | | | | |
32 | Ye glittering toys of earth, adieu | | | | | | | |
33 | Come, ye weary sinners, come | | | | | | | |
34 | "Mercy, O thou Son of David!" | | | | | | | |
35 | Review the palsied sinner's case | | | | | | | |
36 | O Jesus, I have come to thee | | | | | | | |
37 | Poor, wildered, weeping heart | | | | | | | |
38 | Prayer is the soul's sincere desire | | | | | | | |
39 | To leave my dear friends, and with neighbors to part | | | | | | | |
40 | Brethren, we have met to worship | | | | | | | |
41 | Guide me, O thou great Jehovah | | | | | | | |
42 | Let thy Kingdom, blesséd Saviour | | | | | | | |
43 | Come, my soul, thy suit prepare | | | | | | | |
44 | What various hindrances we meet | | | | | | | |
45 | 'Tis good to wait upon the Lord | | | | | | | |
46 | Seek, my soul, the narrow gate | | | | | | | |
47 | O thou who driest the mourner's tear | | | | | | | |
48 | Jesus, I throw my arms around | | | | | | | |
49 | Saviour, visit thy plantation! | | | | | | | |
50 | Ye angels who mortals attend | | | | | | | |
51 | Amazing grace! how sweet the sound! | | | | | | | |
52 | Our souls by love together knit | | | | | | | |
53 | From all that's mortal, all that's vain | | | | | | | |
54 | Jesus, I my cross have taken | | | | | | | |
55 | Mid scenes of confusion and creature complaints | | | | | | | |
56 | The spacious world promiscuous flows | | | | | | | |
57 | Oh, let me sing of sins forgiven | | | | | | | |
58 | I'm happy, I'm happy! Oh wondrous account! | | | | | | | |
59 | While thee I seek, protecting Power! | | | | | | | |
60 | How firm a foundation, ye saints of the Lord | | | | | | | |
61 | How happy are the favored few | | | | | | | |
62 | An alien from God, and a stranger to grace | | | | | | | |
63 | "I know that my Redeemer lives" | | | | | | | |
64 | My hope hath found a resting-place | | | | | | | |
65 | In evil long I took delight | | | | | | | |
66 | Tell me no more of earthly toys | | | | | | | |
67 | Come and taste along with me | | | | | | | |
68 | Thou only Sovereign of my heart | | | | | | | |
69 | Oh, how can I forget the hour | | | | | | | |
70 | How pleasant 'tis to see | | | | | | | |
71 | How happy are the new-born race | | | | | | | |
72 | How sad are the moments when wandering from God | | | | | | | |
73 | Ye jewels of my Master | | | | | | | |
74 | There is a fountain filled with blood | | | | | | | |
75 | How sweet, how heavenly is the sight | | | | | | | |
76 | How sweet is the cordial of love! | | | | | | | |
77 | When tossed on error's stormy tide | | | | | | | |
78 | Religion is a glorious treasure | | | | | | | |
79 | Draw nigh to us, Jehovah | | | | | | | |
80 | Encompassed with clouds of distress | | | | | | | |
81 | How lovely, how divinely sweet | | | | | | | |
82 | O thou in whose presence my soul takes delight | | | | | | | |
83 | His vestment of righteousness, who shall describe? | | | | | | | |
84 | Thou sweet gliding Kedron, by thy silver stream | | | | | | | |
85 | Burst, ye emerald gates, and bring | | | | | | | |
86 | Saw ye my Saviour! saw ye my Saviour! | | | | | | | |
87 | See the Lord of glory dying | | | | | | | |
88 | Hail, hidden mystery of grace! | | | | | | | |
89 | Hail to the Lord's anointed | | | | | | | |
90 | Jesus! thy love shall we forget | | | | | | | |
91 | One there is, above all others | | | | | | | |
92 | All ye that pass by | | | | | | | |
93 | Who is it that comes from far | | | | | | | |
94 | Grace! 'tis a charming sound | | | | | | | |
95 | Sing to the Lord, ye distant lands | | | | | | | |
96 | All hail the power of Jesus' name | | | | | | | |
97 | Now begin the heavenly theme | | | | | | | |
98 | When marshaled on the nightly plain | | | | | | | |
99 | When God revealed his gracious name | | | | | | | |
100 | Awake, ye saints, and raise your eyes | | | | | | | |