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d1 | A charge to keep I have, A God to glorify | | | | | | | |
d2 | A poor wayfaring man of grief Hath often crossed | | | | | | | |
d3 | Afflictions, though they seem severe | | | | | | | |
d4 | Ah, guilty sinner, ruined by transgression What | | | | | | | |
d5 | Ah, whither should I go | | | | | | | |
d6 | Alas, and did my Savior bleed? And did my Sovereign die? | | | | | | | |
d7 | All hail the power of Jesus' name, Let angels prostrate fall | | | | | | | |
d8 | Amazing grace, how sweet the sound, That saved | | | | | | | |
d9 | And am I born to die | | | | | | | |
d10 | And am I only born to die | | | | | | | |
d11 | Arise, my soul, arise, Shake off | | | | | | | |
d12 | As near to Calvary I pass | | | | | | | |
d13 | As on the cross the Savior hung | | | | | | | |
d14 | Attend, ye saints, and hear me tell | | | | | | | |
d15 | Awake, and sing the song of Moses and the Lamb | | | | | | | |
d16 | Awaked by Sinai's awful sound | | | | | | | |
d17 | Away my doubts, begone my fears | | | | | | | |
d18 | Be it my only wisdom here | | | | | | | |
d19 | Behold the wretch whose lust and wine | | | | | | | |
d20 | Blow ye [you] the trumpet, blow | | | | | | | |
d21 | Brethren, while we sojourn here | | | | | | | |
d22 | Broad is the road [stream] that leads to death [wrath] | | | | | | | |
d23 | By whom was David taught | | | | | | | |
d24 | Children of God renounce your fear | | | | | | | |
d25 | Children of the heavenly king as we journey | | | | | | | |
d26 | Come, Holy Spirit, heavenly dove, with all thy quickening powers | | | | | | | |
d27 | Come on, my partners in distress | | | | | | | |
d28 | Come thou fount of every blessing | | | | | | | |
d29 | Come, ye [you] disconsolate, where'er ye [you] languish | | | | | | | |
d30 | Come ye [you] sinners, poor and wretched [needy], Weak and wounded | | | | | | | |
d31 | Come, ye [you] [we] that [who] love the Lord [Christ], And let your [our] joys | | | | | | | |
d32 | Delay not, delay not: O sinner [drunkard] draw near | | | | | | | |
d33 | Far from me be grief and sadness | | | | | | | |
d34 | Far from mortal cares retreating | | | | | | | |
d35 | Farewell, farewell, farewell, my [dear] friends | | | | | | | |
d36 | Farewell, loving Christians, farewell for a while | | | | | | | |
d37 | Father of mercies, when the day is dawning | | | | | | | |
d38 | From all that [who] dwell [dwells] below the [in earth and] skies | | | | | | | |
d39 | From every earthly pleasure | | | | | | | |
d40 | From every stormy wind [sense] that blows | | | | | | | |
d41 | From Greenland's icy mountains | | | | | | | |
d42 | Glory to God that I have found | | | | | | | |
d43 | Hail, heavenly love, that first began | | | | | | | |
d44 | Hail, my ever blessed Jesus | | | | | | | |
d45 | Hail, sweetest, dearest, tie that binds | | | | | | | |
d46 | Hail the blest morn when [see] the great Mediator | | | | | | | |
d47 | Hail the day so long expected, Hail the year | | | | | | | |
d48 | Hail the day so long predicted | | | | | | | |
d49 | Hail, thou once despised Jesus | | | | | | | |
d50 | Hail to the Lord's anointed | | | | | | | |
d51 | Hark, from the tomb [tombs] a doleful [warning] [mournful] sound | | | | | | | |
d52 | Hark, my soul, it is the Lord | | | | | | | |
d53 | He dies, the friend of sinners dies | | | | | | | |
d54 | Here o'er the earth as a stranger I roam | | | | | | | |
d55 | How happy are the little flock | | | | | | | |
d56 | How happy are they, Who the [their] Savior [Jesus] obey | | | | | | | |
d57 | How lost was [is] my [our] condition | | | | | | | |
d58 | How painfully pleasing the fond recollection Of youthful connections [emotions] | | | | | | | |
d59 | How sweet to reflect on the [those] joys that await me [us] | | | | | | | |
d60 | How tedious and tasteless [restless and tiresome] the hours | | | | | | | |
d61 | I call to my remembrance | | | | | | | |
d62 | I have fought the good fight | | | | | | | |
d63 | I love thy kingdom, Lord | | | | | | | |
d64 | If God had bid his thunders roll | | | | | | | |
d65 | I'm not ashamed to own my [the] Lord | | | | | | | |
d66 | In Christ the Rock, let those who dwell | | | | | | | |
d67 | In lands strange and distant | | | | | | | |
d68 | Jerusalem, my happy home, O how I long for thee | | | | | | | |
d69 | Jesus Christ has [hath] power alone | | | | | | | |
d70 | Jesus, full of all compassion | | | | | | | |
d71 | Jesus, I my cross have taken, all to leave | | | | | | | |
d72 | Jesus, thou art the sinner's friend | | | | | | | |
d73 | Let every mortal ear attend | | | | | | | |
d74 | Let saints on earth their anthems raise | | | | | | | |
d75 | Let thy Kingdom, blessed Savior | | | | | | | |
d76 | Life is the time to serve the Lord | | | | | | | |
d77 | Lo he comes with clouds descending | | | | | | | |
d78 | Lo Jesus the Savior in mercy draws near | | | | | | | |
d79 | Lo on a narrow neck of land | | | | | | | |
d80 | Look down, O Lord, with pitying eye | | | | | | | |
d81 | Lord, how delightful 'tis to see A whole assembly worship thee | | | | | | | |
d82 | Mercy, O thou Son of David | | | | | | | |
d83 | Millions there are on heathen ground | | | | | | | |
d84 | Mistaken souls, that [who] dream of heaven | | | | | | | |
d85 | My days, my [and] weeks, my [and] months, my [and] years | | | | | | | |
d86 | My drowsy powers, why sleep ye [you] so | | | | | | | |
d87 | My faith looks up to thee, Thou Lamb of Calvary | | | | | | | |
d88 | My God, the spring of all my joys | | | | | | | |
d89 | My soul's full of glory, inspiring [which fires] [it fires] my tongue | | | | | | | |
d90 | Not all the blood of beast [beasts], On Jewish altars | | | | | | | |
d91 | Now is the accepted time | | | | | | | |
d92 | Now the Savior stands [standeth] [standing] a-pleading [and pleading] | | | | | | | |
d93 | O brethren be faithful | | | | | | | |
d94 | O, could my soul this morning rise | | | | | | | |
d95 | O glorious hope of perfect [heavenly] love | | | | | | | |
d96 | O Jesus, my Savior, to Thee I submit | | | | | | | |
d97 | O love divine, how sweet [good] thou art | | | | | | | |
d98 | O [Sweet] land for [of] rest for thee I sigh | | | | | | | |
d99 | O tell me where the dove has [is] flown | | | | | | | |
d100 | O there will be mourning, mourning, mourning | | | | | | | |