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101 | Hosanna to Jesus, I'm fill'd with his praises | | | | | | | |
102 | The trump of the gospel resounds through the land | | | | | | | |
103 | Whither goest thou, pilgrim stranger | | | | | | | |
104 | Come, all ye mourning pilgrims dear | | | | | | | |
105 | Sometimes a light surprises | | | | | | | |
106 | Destruction's dangerous road | | | | | | | |
107 | O when shall I see Jesus | | | | | | | |
108 | Come, ye that love the Lord indeed | | | | | | | |
109 | There is a holy city | | | | | | | |
110 | When swelling Jordan o'er us rolls | | | | | | | |
111 | The great God of love, now hath shin'd from above | | | | | | | |
112 | My heart and my tongue shall unite in the praise | | | | | | | |
113 | Except a man himself deny | | | | | | | |
114 | Saviour, I do feel thy merit | | | | | | | |
115 | Ye weary heavy-laden souls | | | | | | | |
116 | Ye happy souls, whose peaceful minds | | | | | | | |
117 | The schools of scribes, and courts of kings | | | | | | | |
118 | Brother, thou art gone before us, and thy saintly soul is flown | | | | | | | |
119 | Come, and taste along with me | | | | | | | |
120 | Afflictions, though they seem severe | | | | | | | |
121 | My days, my weeks, my months, my years | | | | | | | |
122 | Awak'd by Sinai's awful sound | | | | | | | |
123 | How lost was my condition | | | | | | | |
124 | See how the scriptures are fulfilling | | | | | | | |
125 | I long to see the season come | | | | | | | |
126 | Come, poor sinners, seek salvation | | | | | | | |
127 | Sinner, hear the Saviour's call | | | | | | | |
128 | While angels strike their tuneful strings | | | | | | | |
129 | Stop, poor sinner! stop and think! | | | | | | | |
130 | Oh! give me, Lord, my sins to mourn | | | | | | | |
131 | Gracious Lord, incline thine ear | | | | | | | |
132 | King of Salem, bless my soul! | | | | | | | |
133 | Come, humble sinner, in whose breast | | | | | | | |
134 | Stretch'd on the cross the Saviour dies | | | | | | | |
135 | Behold, the Saviour lies | | | | | | | |
136 | When on the cross my Lord I see | | | | | | | |
137 | In evil long I took delight | | | | | | | |
138 | Saw ye my Saviour? Saw ye my Saviour? | | | | | | | |
139 | As near to Calvary I pass | | | | | | | |
140 | When I survey the wondrous cross | | | | | | | |
141 | Approach, my soul, the mercy seat | | | | | | | |
142 | Come, my soul, thy suit, prepare | | | | | | | |
143 | Nay, I cannot let thee go | | | | | | | |
144 | Let thy kingdom, blessed Saviour | | | | | | | |
145 | Saviour, visit thy plantation | | | | | | | |
146 | Encompass'd with clouds of distress | | | | | | | |
147 | What various hind'rances we meet | | | | | | | |
148 | God of my life, to thee I call | | | | | | | |
149 | "Mercy, oh thou Son of David!" | | | | | | | |
150 | Hungry, and faint, and poor | | | | | | | |
151 | When thou, my righteous Judge, shall come | | | | | | | |
152 | Jesus! thou art the sinner's Friend | | | | | | | |
153 | Encouraged by thy word | | | | | | | |
154 | If ever pity moved thee | | | | | | | |
155 | Oh for a breeze of heavenly love | | | | | | | |
156 | Prepare a thankful song | | | | | | | |
157 | When my Shepherd, my Saviour is near | | | | | | | |
158 | Come, saints and sinners, hear me tell | | | | | | | |
159 | We soon shall break all nature's ties | | | | | | | |
160 | How sweet the name of Jesus sounds | | | | | | | |
161 | Hail, God the Father, glorious light! | | | | | | | |
162 | Hark, my soul, it is the Lord | | | | | | | |
163 | Come, all ye mourning pilgrims now | | | | | | | |
164 | With rev'rence to the King of kings | | | | | | | |
165 | Far above yon glorious ceiling | | | | | | | |
166 | I'll sing my Saviour's grace | | | | | | | |
167 | Hear what God the Lord hath spoken | | | | | | | |
168 | Arise and shine, oh Zion fair | | | | | | | |
169 | To see a pilgrim as he dies | | | | | | | |
170 | Death, he is the king of terrours | | | | | | | |
171 | There is a land of pleasure | | | | | | | |
172 | Ye travellers to Paradise | | | | | | | |
173 | Bold soldiers all, on you I call | | | | | | | |
174 | When languor and disease invade | | | | | | | |
175 | People of the living God | | | | | | | |
176 | How sweet, how heavenly is the sight | | | | | | | |
177 | How sweet is the cordial of love | | | | | | | |
178 | If life's pleasures charm thee, give them not thy heart | | | | | | | |
179 | 'Tis past--the dreadful stormy night | | | | | | | |
180 | Tempted, tossed, troubled spirit | | | | | | | |
181 | Courage, my soul! behold the prize | | | | | | | |
182 | Sweet rivers of redeeming love | | | | | | | |
183 | Wand'ring pilgrims, mourning Christians | | | | | | | |
184 | An alien from God, and a stranger to grace | | | | | | | |
185 | Christians, don't you want a teacher | | | | | | | |
186 | How sad are the moments when wandering from God | | | | | | | |
187 | Lift up your hearts, Immanuel's friends | | | | | | | |
188 | Happy souls! how fast you go | | | | | | | |
189 | There is a heaven above the skies | | | | | | | |
190 | Come, all ye weary trav'llers | | | | | | | |
191 | Hark! listen to the trumpets! | | | | | | | |
192 | Oh! that I had some humble place | | | | | | | |
193 | Through tribulations deep | | | | | | | |
194 | While shepherds in Jewry were guarding their sheep | | | | | | | |
195 | The sacred ties of friendship | | | | | | | |
196 | Our souls by love together knit | | | | | | | |
197 | United in affection dear | | | | | | | |
198 | With pleasure behold | | | | | | | |
199 | When shall thy lovely face be seen? | | | | | | | |
200 | At Jacob's well a stranger sought | | | | | | | |