INDEX TO FIRST LINES.

A few more years shall roll

A little flock, so calls He thee

A soldier's march from battles won

Abide with me, thou gracious Guide All things are ready

All ye who seek for sure relief Alleluia, sing to Jesus

Alone with Jesus, oh, how sweet Amid life's wild commotion

And are we yet alive Art thou weary

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As sinners saved we love to sing Awake, ye saints, and raise your eyes

Away with our sorrow and fear

Be not weary, toiling Christian Be with us all for evermore

Beautiful home, where children praise Blessed be God, for ever blest Blessed Lord, our souls are longing Blest be my God that I was born Brethren, come, our Saviour bids us By faith I see my Saviour dying

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Call them in, the poor, the wretched Calm me my God, and keep me calm Chafed and worn with worldly care Christ alone, Christ alone-

Christ of all my hopes the ground Christ's grave is vacant now Come all whoe'er have set Come home, come home

Come worship at Emmanuel's feet Come and rejoice with me-

Come every soul by sin oppressed

Come let us sing of Jesus-

Come let us reason, saith the Lord

Come Lord, and tarry not-

Come nearer, nearer still-

Come, O Thou all victorious Lord Come, praise the Lord

Come, Thou Almighty King

Come to the blood- stained tree

Come to the house of prayer

Come, to the Saviour

Come to me, Lord, when first I wake

Come unto me, ye weary- Crown Him with crowns of gold

Crown Him with many crowns Depth of mercy, can there be

HYMN.

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