# | Text | Tune | | | | | | |
CII | I set myself against the Lord | | | | | | | |
CIII | Asham'd of Christ--my soul disdains | | | | | | | |
CIV | Ye glittering toys of earth adieu | | | | | | | |
CV | Asham'd of Jesus! that dear friend | | | | | | | |
CVI | Does it not grief and wonder move | | | | | | | |
CVII | All hail the pow'r of Jesus' name | | | | | | | |
CVIII | Brethren, I bid you all farewell | | | | | | | |
CIX | Tho' troubles assail and dangers affright | | | | | | | |
CX | Yonder--amazing sight! I see | | | | | | | |
CXI | How firm a foundation, ye saints of the Lord | | | | | | | |
CXII | Why should a living man complain | | | | | | | |
CXIII | Hark, how the gospel trumpet sounds | | | | | | | |
CXIV | Bless'd be my God that I was born | | | | | | | |
CXV | Still out of the deepest abyss | | | | | | | |
CXVI | Lord dismiss us with thy blessing | | | | | | | |
CXVII | I ask'd the Lord that I might grow | | | | | | | |
CXVIII | When Abram's servant to procure | | | | | | | |
CXIX | Alas! and did my Savior bleed? | | | | | | | |
CXX | Brethren farewell, I do you tell | | | | | | | |
CXXI | While I am blest with youthful bloom | | | | | | | |
CXXII | Let strife forever cease | | | | | | | |
CXXIII | Ah! wretched souls, who strive in vain | | | | | | | |
CXXIV | My Captain sounds the alarm of war | | | | | | | |
CXXV | Lord I cannot let thee go | | | | | | | |
CXXVI | Ah Lord! ah Lord! what have I done? | | | | | | | |
CXXVII | Hail! happy Pilgrims, whence came ye | | | | | | | |
CXXVIII | Come sinners to the gospel feast | | | | | | | |
CXXIX | My soul doth magnify the Lord | | | | | | | |
CXXX | Lo! we are journey'ng home to God | | | | | | | |
CXXXI | I bless the Lord | | | | | | | |
CXXXII | Companions of thy litlle flock | | | | | | | |
CXXXIII | To-day Immanuel feeds his sheep | | | | | | | |
CXXXIV | Arise, my soul, with wonder see | | | | | | | |
CXXXV | Christ in that night he was betray'd | | | | | | | |
CXXXVI | Lord, from thy throne of flowing grace | | | | | | | |
CXXXVII | Encourag'd by thy word | | | | | | | |
CXXXVIII | How vain are the pleasures of time | | | | | | | |
CXXXIX | What var'ous hindrances we meet | | | | | | | |
CXL | Before thy throne Eternal King | | | | | | | |
CXLI | Jesus drinks the bitter cup | | | | | | | |
CXLII | Hail the day that sees him rise | | | | | | | |
CXLIII | Jesus, lover of my soul | | | | | | | |
CXLIV | Ah! woe is me, constrain'd to dwell | | | | | | | |
CXLV | Blow ye the trumpet, blow | | | | | | | |
CXLVI | I sojourn in a vale of tears | | | | | | | |
CXLVII | Alas! for I have seen the Lord | | | | | | | |
CXLVIII | Hark! my gay friends, that solemn toll | | | | | | | |
AI | All we who have known the Law's dreadful sentence | | | | | | | |
AII | Again the circling hours disclose | | | | | | | |
AIII | When Zion's humble pilgrims meet | | | | | | | |
AIV | Since brethren we are one | | | | | | | |
AV | What think ye of Christ? is the test | | | | | | | |
AVI | How lowly is the way | | | | | | | |
AVII | We thank thy name oh Lord | | | | | | | |
AVIII | Once more dear brethren here we meet | | | | | | | |
AIX | God of my salvation hear | | | | | | | |
AX | Great God of boundless might | | | | | | | |
AXI | Let it the constant study be | | | | | | | |
AXII | Thou great first cause of every being | | | | | | | |
AXIII | When first my soul enlisted | | | | | | | |
AXIV | The signs which God to Gideon gave | | | | | | | |
AXV | When Hannah press'd with grief | | | | | | | |
AXVI | How lost was my condition | | | | | | | |
AXVII | Hear what God the Lord hath spoken | | | | | | | |
AXVIII | When my pray'rs are a burden and task | | | | | | | |
AXIX | 'Tis my happiness below | | | | | | | |
AXX | Mercy; oh thou son of David | | | | | | | |
AXXI | Constrain'd by their Lord to embark | | | | | | | |
AXXII | Glorious things of thee are spoken | | | | | | | |
AXXIII | Christians attend the call | | | | | | | |
AXXIV | Savior descend with pow'r divine | | | | | | | |
AXXV | Humble souls who see salvation | | | | | | | |
AXXVI | Jesus our triumphat head | | | | | | | |
AXXVII | Up-rising from the dark-some tomb | | | | | | | |
AXXVIII | Vital spark of heav'nly flame | | | | | | | |
AXXIX | Away my unbelieving fear | | | | | | | |
AXXX | How great was that love | | | | | | | |
AXXXI | How strange is the course that a christian must steer | | | | | | | |
AXXXII | Let us love, and sing, and wonder | | | | | | | |