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1 | Come, thou Fount of every blessing | | | | | | | |
2 | My rest is in heaven, my rest is not here | | | | | | | |
3 | Though fierce the howling winds may blow | | | | | | | |
4 | I have some friends before me gone | | | | | | | |
5 | O brethren, will you meet me | | | | | | | |
6 | Tho' in the outward church below | | | | | | | |
7 | Alas! and did my Savior bleed | | | | | | | |
8 | Alas! and did my Saviour bleed | | | | | | | |
9 | Alas! and did my Saviour bleed | | | | | | | |
10 | Jesus my all to heav'n is gone | | | | | | | |
11 | Sinner, we are sent to bid you | | | | | | | |
12 | Jesus, most holy one | | | | | | | |
13 | A charge to keep I have | | | | | | | |
14 | Come, my brethren, will you meet me | | | | | | | |
15 | I'm but a stranger here | | | | | | | |
16 | When I can read my title clear | | | | | | | |
17 | Awake, my soul, and with the sun | | | | | | | |
18 | Come to Jesus | | | | | | | |
19 | I long to see the season come | | | | | | | |
20 | Come, ye that love the Lord indeed | | | | | | | |
21 | O for a thousand tongues, to sing | | | | | | | |
22 | I would not live alway | | | | | | | |
23 | I'm a lonely traveler here | | | | | | | |
24 | O for the death of those | | | | | | | |
25 | Jesus, I my cross have taken | | | | | | | |
26 | O cease, my wandering soul | | | | | | | |
27 | O where can rest be found | | | | | | | |
28 | I'm a pilgrim, and I'm a stranger | | | | | | | |
29 | I saw a wide and well-spread board | | | | | | | |
30 | "Go, bring me," said the dying fair | | | | | | | |
31 | There is a fountain filled with blood | FOUNTAIN | | | | | | |
32 | Oh, could I speak the matchless worth | | | | | | | |
33 | O thou, in whose presence my soul takes delight | | | | | | | |
34 | Now the Saviour stands and pleading | | | | | | | |
35 | There is a stream, whose gentle flow | | | | | | | |
36 | Oh, turn ye, oh. turn ye, for why will ye die? | | | | | | | |
37 | I have sought round the verdant earth | | | | | | | |
38 | There is a happy land | | | | | | | |
39a | Oh, for a heart to praise my God | | | | | | | |
39b | There is an hour of peaceful rest | | | | | | | |
40 | My dearest friends in bonds of love | | | | | | | |
41 | And can it be that I should gain | | | | | | | |
42 | Sinners. turn, why will ye die? | | | | | | | |
43 | And must I be to judgment brought | | | | | | | |
44 | When pity prompts me to look round | | | | | | | |
45 | Oh, brethren, be faithful | | | | | | | |
46 | Jesus drinks the bitter cup | | | | | | | |
47 | Oh, for a heart to praise my God | | | | | | | |
48 | Awake, my soul, in joyful lays | | | | | | | |
49 | Come on, my partneres in distress | | | | | | | |
50 | Sweet is the work, my God, my King | | | | | | | |
51 | Jerusalem, my happy home | | | | | | | |
52 | "Are we almost there? are we almost there?" | | | | | | | |
53 | The Lord into his garden comes | | | | | | | |
54 | Star of peace, to wanderers dreary | | | | | | | |
55 | And let this feeble body fail | | | | | | | |
56 | Am I a soldier of the cross | | | | | | | |
57 | Then will I tell to sinners round | | | | | | | |
58 | O when shall I see Jesus | | | | | | | |
59 | Today the Saviour calls! | | | | | | | |
60 | My soul repeat his praise | | | | | | | |
61 | Saw ye my Saviour? | | | | | | | |
62 | O that my load of sin were gone | | | | | | | |
63 | O brethren, I have found | | | | | | | |
64 | Oh, they crucified my Saviour | | | | | | | |
65 | We're passing from the earth away | | | | | | | |
66 | O wash my soul from every sin | | | | | | | |
67 | We're traveling home to heaven above | | | | | | | |
68 | Ye angels, who mortals attend | | | | | | | |
69 | I know that my Redeemer lives | | | | | | | |
70 | Farewell, my dear brethren, the time is at hand | | | | | | | |
71 | Fight on, ye bold soldiers, you will soon be discharged | | | | | | | |
72 | Don't get weary, brother | | | | | | | |
73 | Come classmates, don't grow weary | | | | | | | |
74 | The day is past and gone | | | | | | | |
75 | Ah guilty sinner, ruined by transgression | | | | | | | |
76 | Hearken ye sprightly, and attend ye vain ones | | | | | | | |
77 | Behold the Saviour of mankind | | | | | | | |
78 | Farewell, dear friends, I must be gone | | | | | | | |
79 | Who are these in bright array | | | | | | | |
80 | Who are these arrayed in white | | | | | | | |
81 | Palms of glory, raiment bright | | | | | | | |
82 | How lost was my condition | | | | | | | |
83 | How lost was my condition | | | | | | | |
84 | Yet save a trembling sinner, Lord | | | | | | | |
85 | Afflictions, tho' they seem severe | | | | | | | |
86 | Afflictions, tho' they seem severe | | | | | | | |
87 | I'll praise him while he gives me breath | | | | | | | |
88 | Oh, for a glance of heavenly day | | | | | | | |
89 | Come and taste along with me | | | | | | | |
90 | Christian, awake! the light breaks o'er thee | | | | | | | |
91 | Burst, ye emerald gates and bring | | | | | | | |
92 | While nature was sinking in stillness to rest | | | | | | | |
93 | How can I vent my grief? | | | | | | | |
94 | There is a land of pleasure | | | | | | | |
95 | Oh, tell me no more | | | | | | | |
96 | 'Tis the last sun that ever | | | | | | | |
97 | 'Tis the last blooming summer | | | | | | | |
98 | 'Tis the last call of mercy | | | | | | | |
99 | Hark! listen to the trumpeters | | | | | | | |