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101 | Ah, whither should I go | | | | | | | |
102 | How heavy is the night | | | | | | | |
103 | I look to thee, O Lord, alone | | | | | | | |
104 | Lord, can a soul like mine | | | | | | | |
105 | Wretched, helpless, and distress'd | | | | | | | |
106 | Jesus, save my dying soul | | | | | | | |
107 | When first my dangerous state I saw | | | | | | | |
108 | I send the joys of earth away | | | | | | | |
109 | Jesus, thou art the sinner's Friend! | | | | | | | |
110 | And must I part with all I have | | | | | | | |
111 | I quit the world's fantastic joys | | | | | | | |
112 | Ashamed of Christ!--my soul disdains | | | | | | | |
113 | In evil long I took delight | | | | | | | |
114 | Come, my Redeemer, come | | | | | | | |
115 | O, speak that gracious word again | | | | | | | |
116 | Now I resolve with all my heart | | | | | | | |
117 | Let earthly minds the world pursue | | | | | | | |
118 | Ye angels, who stand round the throne | | | | | | | |
119 | God's own promise standeth sure | | | | | | | |
120 | When morning is rising; o'er mountain and lawn | | | | | | | |
121 | Love is the fountain, whence | | | | | | | |
122 | Do not I love thee, O my Lord? | | | | | | | |
123 | To whom, my Saviour, shall I go | | | | | | | |
124 | Yes, I would love thee, blessed God | | | | | | | |
125 | How tedious and tasteless the hours | | | | | | | |
126 | Jesus, thy boundless love to me | | | | | | | |
127 | Hark, my soul, it is the Lord | | | | | | | |
128 | My dear Redeemer, and my Lord | | | | | | | |
129 | Jesus, my Saviour, let me be | | | | | | | |
130 | Stand fast in the faith, 'tis the mandate of God | | | | | | | |
131 | 'Tis by the faith of joys to come | | | | | | | |
132 | Rise from the dust, my drowsy soul | | | | | | | |
133 | My drowsy powers, why sleep ye so? | | | | | | | |
134 | Awake our souls, away our fears | | | | | | | |
135 | Strait is the way--the door is strait | | | | | | | |
136 | Heirs of an immortal crown | | | | | | | |
137 | Stand up, my soul, shake off thy fear | | | | | | | |
138 | Alas! what hourly dangers rise | | | | | | | |
139 | The Saviour bids us watch and pray | | | | | | | |
140 | Ye servants of the Lord | | | | | | | |
141 | Zeal is that pure and heavenly flame | | | | | | | |
142 | Father of spirits, grant that we | | | | | | | |
143 | When we cannot see our way | | | | | | | |
144 | O, that my grovelling thoughts could rise | | | | | | | |
145 | Is it a thing of good report | | | | | | | |
146 | Fountain of blessing, ever blest | | | | | | | |
147 | Lord, when our offerings we present | | | | | | | |
148 | Look up to yonder world | | | | | | | |
149 | Christian, wouldst thou know the joy | | | | | | | |
150 | With eyes of faith and wings of love | | | | | | | |
151 | Thrice happy souls, who born from heaven | | | | | | | |
152 | Come, let us search our ways and try | | | | | | | |
153 | Brethren, let us walk together | | | | | | | |
154 | Come, let us join our friends above | | | | | | | |
155 | "If Christ is mine," then all is mine | | | | | | | |
156 | Approach, my soul, the mercy-seat | | | | | | | |
157 | How gentle God's commands | | | | | | | |
158 | Oft as I look upon the road | | | | | | | |
159 | How tender is thy hand | | | | | | | |
160 | I am weary of straying--O fain would I rest | | | | | | | |
161 | O Lord, my best desires fulfil | | | | | | | |
162 | Wait, my soul, upon the Lord | | | | | | | |
163 | In thee, O Lord, I trust | | | | | | | |
164 | The Lord is my Strength, and my Song | | | | | | | |
165 | Jesus, while our hearts are bleeding | | | | | | | |
166 | Who can have greater cause to sing | | | | | | | |
167 | O, let my trembling soul be still | | | | | | | |
168 | Child of sorrow, child of care | | | | | | | |
169 | See a poor sinner, gracious Lord | | | | | | | |
170 | Ah! wretched, vile, ungrateful heart | | | | | | | |
171 | How oft, alas! this wretched heart | | | | | | | |
172 | O Shepherd of Israel, divine! | | | | | | | |
173 | Weary of wand'ring from my God | | | | | | | |
174 | O, turn, great Ruler of the skies | | | | | | | |
175 | I mourn the hidings of thy face | | | | | | | |
176 | Amidst these various scenes of ills | | | | | | | |
177 | Affliction is a stormy deep | | | | | | | |
178 | Why is my heart so far from thee | | | | | | | |
179 | Glorious things of thee are spoken | | | | | | | |
180 | Kindred in Christ, for his dear sake | | | | | | | |
181 | Welcome, ye hopeful heirs of heav'n | | | | | | | |
182 | How pleased was I to hear | | | | | | | |
183 | There's a refuge of peace, from the tempests that beat | | | | | | | |
184 | Why shouldst thou linger to obey | | | | | | | |
185 | We are a garden, wall'd around | | | | | | | |
186 | Rise, gracious God, and shine | | | | | | | |
187 | Stretch, O my soul, thy ardent wing | | | | | | | |
188 | Great King of Zion, now arise | | | | | | | |
189 | Jesus, the King, shall live | | | | | | | |
190 | The heathen perish; day by day | | | | | | | |
191 | God is with us in our meeting | | | | | | | |
192 | Aid us, God of love and mercy | | | | | | | |
193 | Be merciful to us, O God | | | | | | | |
194 | O'er the realms of pagan darkness | | | | | | | |
195 | King of Zion, give the order | | | | | | | |
196 | Christian, up! the day is breaking | | | | | | | |
197 | Hark! a cry among the nations | | | | | | | |
198 | God of tbe nations, bow thine ear | | | | | | | |
199 | See, from Zion's sacred mountain | | | | | | | |
200 | O Lord, our God, arise | | | | | | | |