A Collection of Evangelical Hymns

#	Text	Tune
CI	Awake my soul, stretch every nerve
CII	Jesus, at thy command
CIII	And have I Christ no love to thee
CIV	My times of sorrow and of joy
CV	Hear, gracious God, my humble moan
CVI	Ye little flock, whom Jesus feeds
CVII	'Tis a point I long to know
CVIII	Oft have I turned my eye within
CIX	What strange perplexities arise
CX	Backsliders, who your misery feel
CXI	O thou, whose tender mercy hears
CXII	Sweet was the time when first I felt
CXIII	How oft, alas, this wretched heart
CXIV	When darkness long has veil'd my mind
CXV	O my distrustful heart
CXVI	Now begin the heavenly theme
CXVII	Love divine, all loves excelling
CXVIII	O Lord my God, whose sovereign love
CXIX	My soul, with joy attend
CXX	Thus far my God hath led me on
CXXI	Ye servants of the Lord
CXXII	Faith— 'tis a precious grace
CXXIII	From whence this fear and unbelief!
CXXIV	Jesus, my hope, while here below
CXXV	Happy beyond description he
CXXVI	Am I a soldier of the cross
CXXVII	Sprinkled with reconciling blood
CXXVIII	Why sinks my weak desponding mind?
CXXIX	Ye humble souls, complain no more
CXXX	Thy way, O God is in the sea
CXXXI	Of all the joys we mortals know
CXXXII	Blest be the tie that binds
CXXXIII	Let party names no more
CXXXIV	Aloud we sing the wond'rous grace
CXXXV	Ye humble souls rejoice
CXXXVI	Happy the man, whose cautious steps
CXXXVII	Dear Saviour, when my thoughts recall
CXXXVIII	My times of sorrow and of joy
CXXXIX	And must I part with all I have
CXL	While carnal men, with all their might
CXLI	Why should a living man complain
CXLII	I ask'd the Lord that I might grow
CXLIII	Dear refuge of my weary soul
CXLIV	O that I knew the secret place
CXLV	Thou only center of my rest
CXLVI	From my fond arms my love is fled
CXLVII	Dost thou my profit seek
CXLVIII	Afflicted saint, to Christ draw near
CXLIX	Let me, thou sovereign Lord of all
CL	Jesus, Redeemer, Saviour, Lord
CLI	The billows swell, the winds are high
CLII	With joy let each afflicted saint
CLIII	Great leader of thine Israel's host
CLIV	Why should I doubt his love at last
CLV	Lord, how mysterious are thy ways!
CLVI	Sovereign of life, I own thy hand
CLVII	Thanks to thy name, O Lord, that we
CLVIII	Awake our drowsy souls
CLIX	The joyful morn, my God, is come
CLX	Another six days' work is done
CLXI	Frequent the day of God returns
CLXII	When, O dear Jesus, when shall I
CLXIII	Thine earthly Sabbaths, Lord we love
CLXIV	Sing to the Lord above
CLXV	Enquire, ye pilgrims, for the way
CLXVI	On Sion, his own holy mount
CLXVII	Father, is not thy promise pledg'd
CLXVIII	All hail, incarnate God!
CLXIX	Dear Shepherd of thy people hear
CLXX	How charming is the place
CLXXI	Lord of the worlds above
CLXXII	Dear Lord, and will thy pardoning love
CLXXIII	Thus was the great Redeemer plung'd
CLXXIV	See how the willing converts trace
CLXXV	Ye wretched, hungry, starving poor
CLXXVI	Come, see on bloody Calvary
CLXXVII	Here at thy table, Lord, we meet
CLXXVIII	So fair a face bedewed with tears
CLXXIX	Great God, we sing that mighty hand
CLXXX	Father of mercies! God of love!
CLXXXI	From winter's barren clods
CLXXXII	To praise the ever bounteous Loed
CLXXXIII	See how rude winter's icy hand
CLXXXIV	Eternal source of every joy
CLXXXV	Heav'nly Father here we bless thee
CLXXXVI	Lure' by the fading joys of time
CLXXXVII	Eternal God! enthron'd on high!
CLXXXVIII	Almighty Maker of my frame
CLXXXIX	Teach me the measure of my days
CXC	Oft as the bell, with solemn toll
CXCI	How long shall earth's alluring toys
CXCII	Eternity is just at hand
CXCIII	Ye virgin souls arise
CXCIV	When death appears before my sight
CXCV	While on the verge of life I stand
CXCVI	Prepare me, gracious God
CXCVII	How long shall death, the tyrant, reign
CXCVIII	Methinks the last great day is come
CXCIX	When thou mu righteous Judge shalt come
CC	Come, Lord, and warm each languid heart