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3 | By faith in Christ I walk with God | | | | | | | |
4 | Nay, I cannot let thee go | | | | | | | |
5 | When Joseph his brethren beheld | | | | | | | |
7 | By whom was David taught | | | | | | | |
8 | How blest the righteous are! | | | | | | | |
9 | The lion that on Sampson roar'd | | | | | | | |
10 | When Hannah press'd with grief | | | | | | | |
12 | When first my soul enlisted | | | | | | | |
14 | Come, my soul, thy suit prepare | | | | | | | |
15 | By the poor widow's oil and meal | | | | | | | |
16 | Before Elisha's gate | | | | | | | |
18 | Amazing grace! (how sweet the sound) | | | | | | | |
19 | Sweet was the time when first I felt | | | | | | | |
20 | How tedious and tasteless the hours | | | | | | | |
21 | What a mournful life is mine | | | | | | | |
23 | How sweet the name of Jesus sounds | | | | | | | |
24 | I will praise thee ev'ry day | | | | | | | |
25 | How lost was my condition | | | | | | | |
26 | Once perishing in blood I lay | | | | | | | |
27 | Poor sinners! little do they think | | | | | | | |
29 | Jesus Christ, the Lord's anointed | | | | | | | |
30 | Encourag'd by the word | | | | | | | |
32 | Physician of my sin-sick soul | | | | | | | |
33 | What think ye of Christ, is the test | | | | | | | |
35 | When descending from the sky | | | | | | | |
36 | Legion was my name, by nature | | | | | | | |
38 | Mercy, O thou son of David! | | | | | | | |
39 | One awful word which Jesus spoke | | | | | | | |
40 | Once a woman silent stood | | | | | | | |
42 | My barns are full, my stores increase | | | | | | | |
43 | The church a garden is | | | | | | | |
44 | Zaccheus climb'd the tree | | | | | | | |
45 | Beside the gospel pool | | | | | | | |
47 | Hark, my soul! it is the Lord | | | | | | | |
48 | 'Tis a point I long to know | | | | | | | |
49 | Fervent persevering pray'rs | | | | | | | |
51 | A believer, free from care | | | | | | | |
52 | I would but cannot sing | | | | | | | |
53 | Write to Sardis, (said the Lord) | | | | | | | |
54 | Time by moments steals away | | | | | | | |
56 | Hark! how time's wide sounding bell | | | | | | | |
57 | Sin has undone our wretched race | | | | | | | |
58 | Gracious Lord, our children see | | | | | | | |
59 | Thy message, by the preacher, seal | | | | | | | |
60 | When Paul was parted from his friends | | | | | | | |
61 | Sweeter sounds than music knows | | | | | | | |
62 | The Lord our salvation and light | | | | | | | |
64 | How welcome to the saints when press'd | | | | | | | |
65 | Saviour visit thy plantation | | | | | | | |
66 | When on the cross, my Lord I see | | | | | | | |
67 | Let me dwell on Golgotha | | | | | | | |
68 | In evil long I took delight | | | | | | | |
70 | Precious Bible, what a treasure | | | | | | | |
71 | Oh, may the pow'r which melts the rock | | | | | | | |
72 | See the gloomy gath'ring cloud | | | | | | | |
74 | Oft as the bell with solemn toll | | | | | | | |
75 | John, in a vision, saw the day | | | | | | | |
76 | When a black o'erspreading cloud | | | | | | | |
78 | No words can declare | | | | | | | |
79 | Stop, poor sinners! stop and think | | | | | | | |
81 | Sinner, are you still secure? | | | | | | | |
82 | Ah, what can I do | | | | | | | |
84 | Sinner, hear the Saviour's call | | | | | | | |
86a | My soul is beset | | | | | | | |
86b | Ye that pass by behold the man | | | | | | | |
88a | Jesus the Lord, our souls adore | | | | | | | |
88b | The fountain of Christ | | | | | | | |
90 | Jesus, at thy command | | | | | | | |
92 | Glory to God on high! | | | | | | | |
93 | My brethren from my heart belov'd | | | | | | | |
94 | Come, ye that fear the Lord | | | | | | | |
95 | Behold that great and awful day | | | | | | | |
97 | O that I had a bosom friend | | | | | | | |
99 | Behold the awful trumpet sounds | | | | | | | |
100 | Saviour, I do feel thy merit | | | | | | | |
101 | The time draws nigh when you and I | | | | | | | |
102 | Brethren farewell I do you tell | | | | | | | |
103 | Lord! when together here we meet | | | | | | | |
104 | O blessed estate of the dead | | | | | | | |
105 | When I can read my title clear | | | | | | | |
106 | Come, let us lift our voices high | | | | | | | |
108 | Curst be the man, for ever curst | | | | | | | |
109 | Now begins the heav'nly theme | | | | | | | |
110 | A solemn march we make | | | | | | | |
111 | O don't you hear the alarm | | | | | | | |
113 | Wake up my muse, condole the loss | | | | | | | |
114 | Listed into the cause of sin | | | | | | | |
116 | Now the Saviour stands a pleading | | | | | | | |
118 | My thoughts on awful subjects roll | | | | | | | |
119 | How happy every child of grace | | | | | | | |
121 | Hail the gospel jubilee | | | | | | | |
123a | Vital spark of heavenly flame | | | | | | | |
123b | Burst ye em'rald gates and bring | | | | | | | |
125a | The trumpet of God | | | | | | | |
125b | Lo! he cometh! countless trumpets | | | | | | | |
126 | In what confusion earth appears! | | | | | | | |
127 | Approach, my soul, the mercy-seat | | | | | | | |
128 | Tis my happiness below | | | | | | | |
129 | When my Saviour, my Shepherd is near | | | | | | | |
131 | Begone, unbelief | | | | | | | |