# | Text | Tune | | | | | | |
aB112 | My Lord, my Saviour died | | | | | | | |
aB113 | O that I had a bosom friend | | | | | | | |
aB114 | When I was young, of tender years | | | | | | | |
aB115 | Come children of Zion, and help us to sing | | | | | | | |
aB116 | Come we that love the Lord | | | | | | | |
aB117 | I'm not ashamed to own my Lord | | | | | | | |
aB118 | When I can read my title clear | | | | | | | |
aB119 | O Jesus, my Saviour, I know thou art mine | | | | | | | |
aB120 | Alone in the world though a pilgrim I roam | | | | | | | |
aB121 | Amazing grace, how sweet the sound | | | | | | | |
aB122 | Come brethren dear, who know the Lord | | | | | | | |
aB123 | Daughter of Zion, awake from thy sadness | | | | | | | |
aB124 | Brethren, we have met to worship | | | | | | | |
aB125 | Along the banks where Babel's current flows | | | | | | | |
aB126 | Grateful notes and numbers bring | | | | | | | |
aB127 | Hark, the jubilee is sounding | | | | | | | |
aB128 | Help thy servant, gracious Lord | | | | | | | |
aB129 | Love divine, all loves excelling | | | | | | | |
aB130 | On earth the song begins | | | | | | | |
aB131 | Ye happy children who follow Jesus | | | | | | | |
aB132 | Young people, all, attention give | | | | | | | |
aB133 | My days, my weeks, my months, my years | | | | | | | |
aB134 | Awake, Jerusalem, awake | | | | | | | |
aB135 | O Jesus, now thy power display | | | | | | | |
aB136 | What think ye of Christ? is the test | | | | | | | |
aB137 | From whence doth this union arise | | | | | | | |
aB138 | This is the field, the world below | | | | | | | |
aB139 | The glorious light of Zion is spreading | | | | | | | |
aB140 | Hark, the gospel trump is sounding | | | | | | | |
aB141 | Hail, sweetest, dearest, tie that binds | | | | | | | |
aB142 | Unto our God on Judah's hills | | | | | | | |
aB143 | From Greenland's icy mountains | | | | | | | |
aB144 | That glorious day is drawing nigh | | | | | | | |
aB145 | Watchman, tell us of the night | | | | | | | |
aB146 | Yes, my native land, I love thee | | | | | | | |
aB147 | Dearest Lord, thou hast commanded | | | | | | | |
aB148 | Saviour, visit Thy plantation | | | | | | | |
aB149 | When Hannah pressed with grief | | | | | | | |
aB150 | Welcome here, our friend and brother | | | | | | | |
aB151 | Come thou fount of every blessing | | | | | | | |
aB152 | Farewell, dear friends, I must be gone | | | | | | | |
aB153 | Farewell, my dear brethren, the time is at hand | | | | | | | |
aB154 | In the floods of tribulation | | | | | | | |
aB155 | Stop, poor sinner! stop and think | | | | | | | |
aB156 | Sinners, will you scorn the message | | | | | | | |
aB157 | While angels strike their tuneful strings | | | | | | | |
aB158 | Young people all, in blooming days | | | | | | | |
aB159 | Remember, sinful youth, you must die | | | | | | | |
aB160 | Ye sons of the main, ye that sail o'er the flood | | | | | | | |
aB161 | Delay not, delay not; O sinner draw near | | | | | | | |
aB162 | Hark, listen to the trumpeters | | | | | | | |
aB163 | And am I only born to die | | | | | | | |
aB164 | Ah Lord, ah Lord, what have I done | | | | | | | |
aB165 | Come, mourners, attend, and make no delay | | | | | | | |
aB166 | Awaked by Sinai's awful sound | | | | | | | |
aB167 | Dear Jesus, here comes, and knocks at thy door | | | | | | | |
aB168 | Drooping souls no longer grieve | | | | | | | |
aB169 | God of my salvation, hear | | | | | | | |
aB170 | Jesus Christ has power alone | | | | | | | |
aB171 | Jesus shed his precious blood | | | | | | | |
aB172 | Lord thou hast won, at length I yield | | | | | | | |
aB173 | Nay, I cannot let thee go | | | | | | | |
aB174 | See the fountain opened wide | | | | | | | |
aB175 | Sinner, hear the Saviour's call | | | | | | | |
aB176 | Weeping pilgrims, mourning christians | | | | | | | |
aB177 | Alas, and did my Saviour bleed | | | | | | | |
aB178 | Ye bold blaspheming souls | | | | | | | |
aB179 | Quite weary near to faint | | | | | | | |
aB180 | Show pity Lord, O Lord, forgive | | | | | | | |
aB181 | Dear Lord, I see in Peter's case | | | | | | | |
aB182 | When Abraham's servant to procure | | | | | | | |
aB183 | Jesus, and shall it ever be | | | | | | | |
aB184 | Begin the third of Matthew | | | | | | | |
aB185 | Christians, if your hearts be warm | | | | | | | |
aB186 | Heavenly raptures fill my soul | | | | | | | |
aB187 | Thou art gone to the grave but we will not deplore thee | | | | | | | |
aB188 | Rejoice for a brother deceased | | | | | | | |
aB189 | How solemn the signal I hear | | | | | | | |
aB190 | Ah lovely appearance of death | | | | | | | |
aB191 | Lord, when we see a saint of thine | | | | | | | |
aB192 | And let this feeble body fail | | | | | | | |
aB193 | Ye virgin souls, arise | | | | | | | |
aB194 | The chariot! the chariot! its wheels roll in fire | | | | | | | |
aB195 | The great tremendous day's approaching | | | | | | | |
aB196 | He comes, he comes, the judge severe | | | | | | | |
aB197 | Behold with awful pomp | | | | | | | |
aB198 | Earth has engrossed my love too long | | | | | | | |
aB199 | On Jordan's stormy banks I stand | | | | | | | |
aB200 | Jerusalem, my happy home, O how I long for thee | | | | | | | |
aB201 | Burst, ye emerald gates, and bring | | | | | | | |