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1 | Rouse ye at the Saviour's call! | | | | | | | |
2 | Indulgent God! how kind | | | | | | | |
3 | Sinner, art thou still secure? | | | | | | | |
4 | Holy and reverend is the name | | | | | | | |
5 | Come ye that know and fear the Lord | | | | | | | |
6 | All ye who laugh and sport with death | | | | | | | |
7 | Come, humble sinner, in whose breast | | | | | | | |
8 | Stop, poor sinners, stop and think | | | | | | | |
9 | Young people all attention give | | | | | | | |
10 | Ye who in in former days | | | | | | | |
11 | Sinners turn, why will you die? | | | | | | | |
12 | How lost was my condition | | | | | | | |
13 | Brethren, we have met to worship | | | | | | | |
14 | We lift our hearts to thee | | | | | | | |
15 | Come thou Almighty King | | | | | | | |
16 | Saw ye my Saviour, saw ye my Saviour? | | | | | | | |
17 | Ye servants of God, Your Master proclaim | | | | | | | |
18 | All hail the power of Jesus' name! | | | | | | | |
19 | Thy mercy, my God, is the theme of my song | | | | | | | |
20 | Now the Saviour stands a pleading | | | | | | | |
21 | Precious Bible! what a treasure | | | | | | | |
22 | How painfully pleasing the fond recollection | | | | | | | |
23 | Great God! oppress'd with grief and fear | | | | | | | |
24 | I love the holy Son of God | | | | | | | |
25 | Throughout our Saviour's life we trace | | | | | | | |
26 | Arise and shine, O Zion fair | | | | | | | |
27 | Whither goest thou, pilgrim stranger | | | | | | | |
28 | With love of pity I look round | | | | | | | |
29 | Awaked by Sinai's awful sound | | | | | | | |
30 | Poor mourning souls in deep distress | | | | | | | |
31 | Lord thou hast won--at length I yield | | | | | | | |
32 | When converts first begin to sing | | | | | | | |
33 | Hail, ye hosts of seraphs bright! | | | | | | | |
34 | O how happy are they Who their Saviour obey | | | | | | | |
35 | Hearts of stone, relent, relent | | | | | | | |
36 | "Mercy, O thou son of David!" | | | | | | | |
37 | Poor sinners! little do they think | | | | | | | |
38 | Delay not, delay not, O sinner draw near | | | | | | | |
39 | Alas, alas, how blind I've been | | | | | | | |
40 | As near to Calvary I pass | | | | | | | |
41 | The chariot! the chariot! its wheels roll in fire | | | | | | | |
42 | I ask the gift of righteousness | | | | | | | |
43 | My soul be on thy guard | | | | | | | |
44 | And must I part with all I have | | | | | | | |
45 | Hark! listen to the trumpeters! | | | | | | | |
46 | O That my load of sin were gone | | | | | | | |
47 | Ye blooming youth, I pray give ear | | | | | | | |
48 | When marshall'd on the nightly plain | | | | | | | |
49 | "What think ye of Christ?" is the test | | | | | | | |
50 | Go to dark Gethsemane | | | | | | | |
51 | I sojourn in a vale of tears | | | | | | | |
52 | Oh, when shall I see Jesus | | | | | | | |
53 | The gospel ship is sailing by | | | | | | | |
54 | On Jordan's stormy banks I stand | | | | | | | |
55 | One awful word which Jesus spoke | | | | | | | |
56 | When the repentant Mary came | | | | | | | |
57 | The fields are all white, the hearvest is near | | | | | | | |
58 | The day is past and gone | | | | | | | |
59 | See Lord, thy willing subjects bow | | | | | | | |
60 | O what amazing love it this? | | | | | | | |
61 | O thou that hearest prayer! | | | | | | | |
62 | Jesus, my all to heav'n is gone | | | | | | | |
63 | When night descends in sable guise | | | | | | | |
64 | O Saviour of sinners, when faint and depressed | | | | | | | |
65 | If human kindness meets return | | | | | | | |
66 | Beyond the glit'tering, starry sky | | | | | | | |
67 | Go, ye messengers of God | | | | | | | |
68 | Hail, the day so long expected | | | | | | | |
69 | Sovereign grace has power alone | | | | | | | |
70 | O God, my heart with love inflame | | | | | | | |
71 | When Israel thro' the desert past | | | | | | | |
72 | Blest comforter divine! | | | | | | | |
73 | Holy Ghost dispel our sadness | | | | | | | |
74 | Stay, thou insulted Spirit, stay | | | | | | | |
75 | How long by Babel's stream | | | | | | | |
76 | This morning most sweetly the gales are all blowing | | | | | | | |
77 | Farewell, dear friends, I must be gone | | | | | | | |
78 | O am I born to die | | | | | | | |
79 | Dark and thorny is the desert | | | | | | | |
80 | Hail! mighty Jesus! how divine | | | | | | | |
81 | Sinners, behold that downward road | | | | | | | |
82a | Jerusalem, my happy home, O how I long for thee! | | | | | | | |
82b | Beside the gospel pool, Appointed for the poor | | | | | | | |
83 | See the eternal Judge descending | | | | | | | |
84 | Now is the time, O lovely youth | | | | | | | |
85 | Come ye sinners, poor and wretched | | | | | | | |
86 | The prodigal with streaming eyes | | | | | | | |
87 | Tell us, ye servants of the Lord | | | | | | | |
88 | Come, sinners, attend, And make no delay | | | | | | | |
89 | Ye that fear the Lord, attend | | | | | | | |
90 | The Lord into his garden comes | | | | | | | |
91 | Tell me no more of earthly toys | | | | | | | |
92 | Our souls, by love together knit | | | | | | | |
93 | From whence doth this union arise | | | | | | | |
94 | Like Israel, safe upon the shore | | | | | | | |
95 | How sweet the name of Jesus sounds | | | | | | | |
96 | There is a land of pleasure | | | | | | | |
97 | Hail, my ever blessed Jesus | | | | | | | |
98 | Come, welcome this new year of grace | | | | | | | |
99 | Christians, hear the Saviour call you | | | | | | | |