# | Text | Tune | | | | | | |
CII | Hail the day that sees him rise | | | | | | | |
CIII | 'Tis a point I long to know | | | | | | | |
CIV | Father, if thou my father art | | | | | | | |
CV | I'll praise my Maker with my breath | | | | | | | |
CVI | Come see the pow'r of Christ our King! | | | | | | | |
CVII | Brethren, I bid you all farewel | | | | | | | |
CVIII | Now Lord, tho' we must part a while | | | | | | | |
CIX | Vain things allure, and charm the mind | | | | | | | |
CX | O Lord, thy goodness we admire | | | | | | | |
CXI | And now the year salutes our eyes | | | | | | | |
CXII | How sweet the name of Jesus sounds | | | | | | | |
CXIII | The Lord our Salvation and light | | | | | | | |
CXIV | The church a garden is, in which believers stand | | | | | | | |
CXV | And is it yet dear Lord, a doubt | | | | | | | |
CXVI | Come thou blest Jesus fill my heart | | | | | | | |
CXVII | A thousand foes prepare to war | | | | | | | |
CXVIII | Hark! whence that sound, hark! hark! the joyful shoutings | | | | | | | |
CXIX | Far from these narrow scenes of night | | | | | | | |
CXX | There is a land of living joy | | | | | | | |
CXXI | Come, Lord and warm each languid heart | | | | | | | |
CXXII | There is a land of pure delight | | | | | | | |
CXXIII | Father, I long, I faint to see | | | | | | | |
CXXIV | Behold! the bright morning appears | | | | | | | |
CXXV | Jesus drinks the bitter cup | | | | | | | |
CXXVI | Jesus, my All to Heav'n is gone | | | | | | | |
CXXVII | While on the verge of life I stand | | | | | | | |
CXXVIII | Awake, ye Saints, and lift your eyes | | | | | | | |
CXXIX | Luke warm souls, the foe grows stronger | | | | | | | |
CXXX | Dismiss us with thy blessing, Lord | | | | | | | |
CXXXI | Once more before we part | | | | | | | |
CXXXII | Gird thy loins up, christian soldier | | | | | | | |
CXXXIII | How tedious and tasteless the hours | | | | | | | |
CXXXIV | Rejoice the LORD is King | | | | | | | |
CXXXV | Can we behold without amaze | | | | | | | |
CXXXVI | Mercy is welcome news indeed | | | | | | | |
CXXXVII | Happy soul! that hears and follows | | | | | | | |
CXXXVIII | Ye tempted souls, reflect | | | | | | | |
CXXXIX | Once more the constant sun, revolving round his sphere | | | | | | | |
CXL | Now for a wond'rous song! | | | | | | | |
CXLI | The sinner that truly believes | | | | | | | |
CXLII | Lord, pity outcasts vile and base | | | | | | | |
CXLIII | Uprising from the darksome tomb | | | | | | | |
CXLIV | Lamb of God, we fall before thee | | | | | | | |
CXLV | Jesus is our God, and Saviour | | | | | | | |
CXLVI | Come ye Christians, sing the praises | | | | | | | |
CXLVII | Let us ask th' important question | | | | | | | |
CXLVIII | As shepherds in Jewry were guarding their sheep | | | | | | | |
CXLIX | Come, thou Almighty King | | | | | | | |
CL | Lord, I am thine; but thou wilt prove | | | | | | | |
CLI | God of my life, thro' all my days | | | | | | | |
CLII | Kindred in Christ, for his dear sake | | | | | | | |
CLIII | Stay, thou insulted Spirit stay | | | | | | | |
CLIV | Poor, weak, and worthless though I am | | | | | | | |
CLV | Thy love, O JESUS! is a theme | | | | | | | |
CLVI | Ye nations hear, 'tis Heav'n doth call | | | | | | | |
CLVII | O what shall I do my SAVIOUR to praise | | | | | | | |
CLVIII | He dies! the friend of sinners dies! | | | | | | | |
CLIX | Magnificent free grace, arise | | | | | | | |
CLX | See matchless mercy from on high | | | | | | | |
CLXI | He comes! he comes! the SAVIOUR comes! | | | | | | | |
CLXII | Innumerable foes | | | | | | | |
CLXIII | 'Tis false; thou vile accuser go | | | | | | | |
CLXIV | I ask'd the LORD that I might grow | | | | | | | |
CLXV | What trumpet's this that sounds | | | | | | | |
CLXVI | Rise, Zion, shine, thy light is come | | | | | | | |
CLXVII | Why should the nations angry be? | | | | | | | |
CLXVIII | Does it not grief and wonder move | | | | | | | |
CLXIX | Love divine, all loves excelling | | | | | | | |
CLXX | O all Loving Lamb | | | | | | | |
CLXXI | Still out of the deepest abyss | | | | | | | |
CLXXII | God of all consolation, take | | | | | | | |
CLXXIII | Lord, in the morning thou shalt hear | | | | | | | |
CLXXIV | This spacious earth is all the LORD's | | | | | | | |
CLXXV | Teach me the measure of my days | | | | | | | |
CLXXVI | Shew pity, LORD, O LORD, forgive | | | | | | | |
CLXXVII | Lord, I am vile, conceiv'd in sin | | | | | | | |
CLXXVIII | O thou that hear'st when sinners cry | | | | | | | |
CLXXIX | Joy to the world; the LORD is come | | | | | | | |
CLXXX | What shall I render to my God | | | | | | | |
CLXXXI | Behold the sure foundation stone | | | | | | | |
CLXXXII | When GOD reveal'd his gracious name | | | | | | | |
CLXXXIII | To heav'n I lift my waiting eyes | | | | | | | |
CLXXXIV | Upward I lift mine eyes | | | | | | | |
CLXXXV | Behold, the well of life appears | | | | | | | |
CLXXXVI | What heav'nly MAN or lovely GOD | | | | | | | |
CLXXXVII | Happy the hours, the golden days | | | | | | | |
CLXXXVIII | All you that love the LORD draw near | | | | | | | |
CLXXXIX | O joyful sound of gospel-grace! | | | | | | | |
CXC | From pole to pole let other roam | | | | | | | |
CXCI | There is a fountain fill'd with blood | | | | | | | |
CXCII | To thee, my GOD, I hourly sigh | | | | | | | |
CXCIII | Let worldly minds the world purcue | | | | | | | |
CXCIV | Now may the LORD reveal his face | | | | | | | |
CXCV | Jesus, I love thy charming name | | | | | | | |
CXCVI | Hark, the glad sound! the Saviour comes | | | | | | | |
CXCVII | Elijah's example declares | | | | | | | |
CXCVIII | Faith in the bleeding LAMB | | | | | | | |
CXCIX | Faith's a convincing proof | | | | | | | |
CC | Christians, view this solemn scene | | | | | | | |
CCI | Come, Holy Spirit, come | | | | | | | |