# | Text | Tune | | | | | | |
CCC | How happy [happy's] every child of grace, who [that] feels [knows] his sins forgiven | | | | | | | |
CCCI | My gracious Redeemer I [I'll] love | | | | | | | |
CCCII | How blest is every child of grace | | | | | | | |
CCCIII | The wondrous love of Jesus from doubts and fears it [he] frees us | | | | | | | |
CCCIV | O the sweet love of Jesus | | | | | | | |
CCCV | My heart and my tongue shall unite in the praise | | | | | | | |
CCCVI | Precious Bible, what a treasure | | | | | | | |
CCCVII | Children of the heavenly king as we journey | | | | | | | |
CCCVIII | A union rare divinely shines | | | | | | | |
CCCIX | When Jesus for his people died | | | | | | | |
CCCX | How precious is the book divine | | | | | | | |
CCCXI | Poor, weak, and worthless though I am | | | | | | | |
CCCXII | Lord, 'twas a time of wondrous love | | | | | | | |
CCCXIII | Salvation through our dying God | | | | | | | |
CCCXIV | And have I Christ no love for thee | | | | | | | |
CCCXV | 'Tis religion that can give sweetest pleasures | | | | | | | |
CCCXVI | Not unto us but thee alone | | | | | | | |
CCCXVII | Ye saints of every rank, with joy | | | | | | | |
CCCXVIII | Am I a soldier of the cross | | | | | | | |
CCCXIX | With Isr'l's God who can compare | | | | | | | |
CCCXX | We seek a rest beyond [above] the skies | | | | | | | |
CCCXXI | Now let our voices join | | | | | | | |
CCCXXII | The Lord, the God of glory reigns | | | | | | | |
CCCXXIII | Thy goodness, Lord, our souls confess | | | | | | | |
CCCXXIV | 'Twas not to make Jehovah's love | | | | | | | |
CCCXXV | Where from thy spirit shall I stretch | | | | | | | |
CCCXXVI | Come, thou Desire of all thy saints | | | | | | | |
CCCXXVII | Thus saith the Shepherd of the sheep | | | | | | | |
CCCXXVIII | Infinite excellence is thine | | | | | | | |
CCCXXIX | Come, let our hearts and voices join | | | | | | | |
CCCXXX | Blest Jesus, when my [our] soaring thoughts | | | | | | | |
CCCXXXI | To our Redeemer's glorious name, awake the sacred song | | | | | | | |
CCCXXXII | To thee, my Shepherd [Savior] and my Lord [Lamb] | | | | | | | |
CCCXXXIII | In one harmonious cheerful song | | | | | | | |
CCCXXXIV | Eternal life, how sweet the sound | | | | | | | |
CCCXXXV | How much the hearts of those revive | | | | | | | |
CCCXXXVI | In Christ alone all fulness dwells | | | | | | | |
CCCXXXVII | My Father, God, and may these lips | | | | | | | |
CCCXXXVIII | Shall mortals aim at themes so great | | | | | | | |
CCCXXXIX | The food on which thy children live | | | | | | | |
CCCXL | Come, let us join our cheerful songs With angels round the throne | | | | | | | |
CCCXLI | Thy works of glory, mighty Lord | | | | | | | |
CCCXLII | Welcome, sweet day of rest | | | | | | | |
CCCXLIII | Let every creature join To praise the eternal God | | | | | | | |
CCCXLIV | Lo what a glorious sight appears | | | | | | | |
CCCXLV | The Lord into his garden comes | | | | | | | |
CCCXLVI | My God, my heart with love inflame | | | | | | | |
CCCXLVII | How tedious and tasteless [restless and tiresome] the hours | | | | | | | |
CCCXLVIII | If dust and ashes might presume | | | | | | | |
CCCXLIX | Come thou fount of every blessing | | | | | | | |
CCCL | Love divine, all loves [love] excelling | | | | | | | |
CCCLI | Jesus, Lover [Savior] of my soul, Let me to thy bosom [refuge] fly | | | | | | | |
CCCLII | Mercy, O thou Son of David | | | | | | | |
CCCLIII | With gladness, dear brethren, we meet [met] at [in] this place | | | | | | | |
CCCLIV | How lovely, how divinely sweet | | | | | | | |
CCCLV | Jesus, to multitudes unknown | | | | | | | |
CCCLVI | The Savior, O what endless [boundless] charms | | | | | | | |
CCCLVII | King of Salem, bless my soul | | | | | | | |
CCCLVIII | Jehovah is a God of might | | | | | | | |
CCCLIX | Awake, my tongue, thy tribute bring | | | | | | | |
CCCLX | Look up my soul with cheerful eye | | | | | | | |
CCCLXI | Jesus, my Lord, my soul's delight | | | | | | | |
CCCLXII | Dear Savior, will thy pardoning love | | | | | | | |
CCCLXIII | Praise to thy name, eternal God | | | | | | | |
CCCLXIV | When faith presents the Savior's death | | | | | | | |
CCCLXV | Firmly I stand on Zion's hill | | | | | | | |
CCCLXVI | Through all the downward tracts [tracks] of time | | | | | | | |
CCCLXVII | The cause that is for me too hard | | | | | | | |
CCCLXVIII | Why, O my soul, these anxious cares | | | | | | | |
CCCLXIX | Now in thy praise, eternal king | | | | | | | |
CCCLXX | To God who lives and reigns on high | | | | | | | |
CCCLXXI | Eternal God, I bless thy name | | | | | | | |
CCCLXXII | Eternity is just at hand | | | | | | | |
CCCLXXIII | O thou eternal, glorious Lord | | | | | | | |
CCCLXXIV | Rise, O my [our] soul [souls], pursue the path[way] | | | | | | | |
CCCLXXV | Why should the dread of sinful man | | | | | | | |
CCCLXXVI | Thy ways, O Lord [God] with wise design | | | | | | | |
CCCLXXVII | Didst thou, dear Jesus, suffer shame | | | | | | | |
CCCLXXVIII | Submissive to thy will, my [O] God | | | | | | | |
CCCLXXIX | Dear Lord, my best desires fulfil | | | | | | | |
CCCLXXX | Lord, hast thou called me [us] by thy grace | | | | | | | |
CCCLXXXI | O for a closer walk with God | | | | | | | |
CCCLXXXII | I lift my soul to God, my trust is in | | | | | | | |
CCCLXXXIII | Jesus, at thy command | | | | | | | |
CCCLXXXIV | Approach, my soul, the mercy seat | | | | | | | |
CCCLXXXV | Father of light, from whom proceeds | | | | | | | |
CCCLXXXVI | And art thou with us, gracious Lord | | | | | | | |
CCCLXXXVII | Lord, if thou thy [the] grace impart | | | | | | | |
CCCLXXXVIII | Dear Lord, though bitter is the cup | | | | | | | |
CCCLXXXIX | Lord, we adore thy vast designs | | | | | | | |
CCCXC | Temptations, trials, doubts and fears | | | | | | | |
CCCXCI | Jesus, our souls' delightful choice | | | | | | | |
CCCXCII | Dost thou my profit seek | | | | | | | |
CCCXCIII | Thy promise, Lord, and thy command | | | | | | | |
CCCXCIV | Hungry, and faint and poor | | | | | | | |
CCCXCV | Guide me, O thou great Jehovah | | | | | | | |
CCCXCVI | Prayer makes the darkened cloud withdraw | | | | | | | |
CCCXCVII | Prayer is [was] appointed to convey | | | | | | | |
CCCXCVIII | Blest Jesus, source of grace divine | | | | | | | |
CCCXCIX | Come, Holy Spirit, come | | | | | | | |