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203.546 | For mercies countless as the sands | | | | | | | |
203.589 | There is no sorrow, Lord, too light | | | | | | | |
204.489 | How happy's every child of grace | | | | | | | |
204.490 | How happy is the Christian's state! | | | | | | | |
204.524 | I've found the pearl of greatest price | | | | | | | |
205.422 | Thy works, not mine, O Christ | | | | | | | |
205.439 | Done is the work that saves | | | | | | | |
205.510 | Jesus, we rest in thee | | | | | | | |
206.322 | Awaked by Sinai's awful sound | | | | | | | |
206.401 | O thou that hear'st the prayer of faith | | | | | | | |
206.405 | Lord, thou hast won: at length I yield | | | | | | | |
207.497 | Joyful be the hours today | | | | | | | |
207.508 | 'Tis religion that can give | | | | | | | |
207.535 | Sweeter sounds than music knows | | | | | | | |
207.550 | Children of the heavenly King | | | | | | | |
208.536 | Grace! 'tis a charming sound | | | | | | | |
208.551 | Raise your triumphant songs | | | | | | | |
208.637 | I love thy kingdom, Lord | | | | | | | |
209.523 | Rejoice, ye saints, rejoice and praise | | | | | | | |
209.624 | O Lord, thy heavenly grace impart | | | | | | | |
209.643 | Had I the tongues of Greeks and Jews | | | | | | | |
209.647 | How blest the sacred tie that binds | | | | | | | |
210.593 | Lord, I cannot let thee go | | | | | | | |
210.599 | King of kings, and wilt thou deign | | | | | | | |
210.632 | 'Tis a point I long to know | | | | | | | |
211.541 | Now begin the heavenly theme | | | | | | | |
211.560 | Thine forever! God of love | | | | | | | |
211.591 | Son of God, thy blessing grant | | | | | | | |
211.650 | God of mercy, hear our prayer | | | | | | | |
211.682 | Wait, my soul, upon the Lord | | | | | | | |
211.684 | Lord, my times are in thy hand | | | | | | | |
212.455 | Would you win a soul to God? | | | | | | | |
212.571 | Christ, of all my hopes the ground | | | | | | | |
212.717 | Oft in danger, oft in woe | | | | | | | |
213.590 | Come, my soul, thy suit prepare | | | | | | | |
213.611 | Vain, delusive world, adieu | | | | | | | |
214.617 | In vain my roving thoughts would find | | | | | | | |
214.634 | So let our lips and lives express | | | | | | | |
214.664 | Let me but hear my Saviour say | | | | | | | |
214.667 | 'Tis by the faith of joys to come | | | | | | | |
215.462 | I love the Lord: he heard my cries | | | | | | | |
215.595 | Oh, that I knew the secret place | | | | | | | |
215.620 | Father, whate'er of earthly bliss | | | | | | | |
215.672 | Dear Father, to thy mercy-seat | | | | | | | |
216.622 | Oh, could I find from day to day | | | | | | | |
216.626 | Oh, for a closer walk with God | | | | | | | |
216.628 | With tears of anguish I lament | | | | | | | |
217.558 | And must I part with all I have | | | | | | | |
217.561 | I'm thine, O Lord, and thine alone | | | | | | | |
217.619 | How vain are all things here below! | | | | | | | |
218.385 | Come to the ark, come to the ark | | | | | | | |
218.621 | Ye glittering toys of earth, adieu | | | | | | | |
218.623 | Oh, for a heart to praise my God | | | | | | | |
219.447 | Fountain of grace, rich, full, and free | | | | | | | |
219.675 | O love divine, that stooped to share | | | | | | | |
219.686 | If life in sorrow must be spent | | | | | | | |
220.544 | When, marshalled on the nightly plain | | | | | | | |
220.676 | The billows swell; the winds are high | | | | | | | |
221.370 | Come, ye sinners, poor and wretched | | | | | | | |
221.592 | Gently, Lord, oh, gently lead us | | | | | | | |
221.694 | Guide me, O thou great Jehovah | | | | | | | |
222.333 | Sinners, will you scorn the message | | | | | | | |
222.364 | Hear, O sinner; Mercy hails you | | | | | | | |
222.552 | Sovereign grace, o'er sin abounding! | | | | | | | |
223.579 | Go when the morning shineth | | | | | | | |
223.707 | Stand up!--stand up for Jesus! | | | | | | | |
224.610 | More like Jesus would I be | | | | | | | |
224.720 | Brethren, while we sojourn here | | | | | | | |
225.586 | Still, still with thee when purple morning breaketh | | | | | | | |
225.594 | Abide with me: fast falls the eventide | | | | | | | |
225.607 | Purer yet and purer I would be in mind | | | | | | | |
226.429 | Had I ten thousand gifts beside | | | | | | | |
226.469 | O love divine, how sweet thou art! | | | | | | | |
226.553 | Oh, could we speak the matchless worth | | | | | | | |
227.680 | O Lord, our strength and righteousness | | | | | | | |
227.681 | O Lord, how happy should we be | | | | | | | |
227.688 | My God, my Father, while I stray | | | | | | | |
227.690 | Thy will be done! If o'er us shine | | | | | | | |
228.600 | Nearer, my God, to thee | | | | | | | |
229.641 | How sweet, how heavenly, is the sight | | | | | | | |
229.642 | Our souls, by love together knit | | | | | | | |
229.644 | Happy the heart where graces reign | | | | | | | |
230.651 | O Lord, behold us at thy feet | | | | | | | |
230.677 | Dear Refuge of my weary soul | | | | | | | |
230.683 | When languor and disease invade | | | | | | | |
231.629 | Thou art my portion, O my God | | | | | | | |
231.631 | Strait is the way, the door is strait | | | | | | | |
231.697 | God's glory is a wondrous thing | | | | | | | |
231.709 | Give me the wings of faith to rise | | | | | | | |
232.496 | A mind at perfect peace with God | | | | | | | |
232.543 | Amazing grace, how sweet the sound | | | | | | | |
232.671 | I waited patient for the Lord | | | | | | | |
232.692 | I worship thee, sweet will of God | | | | | | | |
233.499 | I hear the words of love | | | | | | | |
233.588 | Jesus, who knows full well | | | | | | | |
233.661 | How gentle God's commands! | | | | | | | |
234.395 | Lord, I would come to thee | | | | | | | |
234.653 | Did Christ o'er sinners weep | | | | | | | |
234.666 | When, overwhelmed with grief | | | | | | | |
234.691 | Thy way, not mine, O Lord | | | | | | | |