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101 | O love divine, what hast thou done | | | | | | | |
102 | From whence these dire portents around [direful omens round] | | | | | | | |
103 | Angel [Angels], roll the rock [stone] away | | | | | | | |
104 | Blest be the everlasting [eternal] God | | | | | | | |
105 | Hark, the herald angels say | | | | | | | |
106 | He dies, the friend of sinners dies | | | | | | | |
107 | The Lord is risen indeed, And are the tidings true | | | | | | | |
108 | Uprising from the silent [darksome] tomb | | | | | | | |
109 | Come tune, ye saints, your noblest strains | | | | | | | |
110 | It is the voice of love divine | | | | | | | |
111 | Come every pious heart | | | | | | | |
112 | Now let our mournful song [songs] record | | | | | | | |
113 | Our Lord is risen from the dead, Our Jesus [Savior] is gone | | | | | | | |
114 | The God Jehovah reigns, let all the nations fear | | | | | | | |
115 | The mighty frame of glorious grace | | | | | | | |
116 | He lives, the [that] great Redeemer [Creator] lives | | | | | | | |
117 | The true Messiah now appears | | | | | | | |
118 | All hail the great Immanuel's name | | | | | | | |
119 | Rejoice, the Lord is King, Your God [Lord] and King adore | | | | | | | |
120 | Ye angels, who stand round the throne | | | | | | | |
121 | Join all the glorious names | | | | | | | |
122 | Where is my [our] God, does he retire | | | | | | | |
123 | Jesus, our Savior and our God, Arrayed | | | | | | | |
124 | One there is above all others, well [who] deserves | | | | | | | |
125 | Majestic sweetness sits enthroned upon the Savior's brow | | | | | | | |
126 | Jesus, I sing thy matchless [wondrous] grace | | | | | | | |
127 | Where high the heavenly temple stands | | | | | | | |
128 | The last loud trumpet's wondrous sound | | | | | | | |
129 | Not all the blood of beast [beasts], On Jewish altars | | | | | | | |
130 | Deep are the wounds which [that] sin has [hath] made | | | | | | | |
131 | Ye glittering toys of earth, adieu | | | | | | | |
132 | Jesus, I love thy charming name | | | | | | | |
133 | The Lord is my Shepherd, He makes me repose | | | | | | | |
134 | O tell me, thou life and delight of my soul | | | | | | | |
135 | Come, let us join our cheerful songs With angels round the throne | | | | | | | |
136 | How strong thine arm is, mighty God | | | | | | | |
137 | Let the old heathens tune their song | | | | | | | |
138 | Mighty God [Lord] while angels bless [praise] thee | | | | | | | |
139 | Now to the Lord, that [who] makes [made] us know | | | | | | | |
140 | O Jesus, our Lord, thy name be adored | | | | | | | |
141 | O for a thousand tongues to sing my great [dear] Redeemer's praise | | | | | | | |
142 | Blest are the souls that [who] hear and know | | | | | | | |
143 | How beauteous are their [his] feet | | | | | | | |
144 | Questions and doubts be heard no more | | | | | | | |
145 | Shall atheists dare insult the cross | | | | | | | |
146 | This is the word of truth and love | | | | | | | |
147 | To our Almighty Maker, God, new honors be addressed | | | | | | | |
148 | What shall the dying sinner do | | | | | | | |
149 | What wisdom, majesty and grace | | | | | | | |
150 | Fools in their hearts believe and say [cry] | | | | | | | |
151 | God from his throne with piercing eye | | | | | | | |
152 | Let the wild leopards of the wood | | | | | | | |
153 | Lord, I am vile, conceived in sin | | | | | | | |
154 | Lord, I would spread my sore distress | | | | | | | |
155 | Sin has a thousand treacherous arts | | | | | | | |
156 | Sin, like a venomous disease | | | | | | | |
157 | What jarring natures dwell within | | | | | | | |
158 | With tears of anguish I lament | | | | | | | |
159 | How are our natures spoiled | | | | | | | |
160 | How shall the sons of men appear | | | | | | | |
161 | Repent, the voice celestial cries | | | | | | | |
162 | Blest is the man, for ever blest | | | | | | | |
163 | O Blessed souls are they | | | | | | | |
164 | Life and immortal joys are given | | | | | | | |
165 | Mistaken souls, that [who] dream of heaven | | | | | | | |
166 | Not by the law [laws] of innocence Can Adam's sons arrive | | | | | | | |
167 | Not to condemn the sons of men did Christ the son | | | | | | | |
168 | Rise, O my [our] soul [souls], pursue the path[way] | | | | | | | |
169 | Should famine o'er the mourning field | | | | | | | |
170 | So did the Hebrew prophet raise | | | | | | | |
171 | The moment a sinner believes, and trusts in his crucified God | | | | | | | |
172 | Why should the world's alluring toys | | | | | | | |
173 | Can aught beneath a power divine | | | | | | | |
174 | Sinners, this solemn truth regard | | | | | | | |
175 | Strait [straight] is the way [gate], the door is strait [straight] | | | | | | | |
176 | As on the cross the Savior hung | | | | | | | |
177 | From deep distress and troubled thoughts | | | | | | | |
178 | Happy the man to whom his God No more imputes his sin | | | | | | | |
179 | How oft, alas, this [our] wretched [sinful] [wicked] heart | | | | | | | |
180 | Arise, my soul, arise, shake off | | | | | | | |
181 | Awake my heart, arise my tongue | | | | | | | |
182 | How can a sinner know | | | | | | | |
183 | Vain are the hopes the [that] sons of men | | | | | | | |
184 | Amazing grace, how sweet the sound, That saved | | | | | | | |
185 | Grace, 'tis a charming [cheering] [joyful] [pleasing] sound | | | | | | | |
186 | Great God, 'tis from thy sovereign grace | | | | | | | |
187 | Lord, we confess our numerous faults | | | | | | | |
188 | Jesus, my Savior and my God, Thou hast redeemed me | | | | | | | |
189 | Unshaken as the sacred hill [hills] and fixed as mountains stand | | | | | | | |
190 | Not the malicious or [nor] [and] profane | | | | | | | |
191 | So let our lips and lives express | | | | | | | |
192 | Enslaved by sin and bound in chains | | | | | | | |
193 | Blessed [Blest] are the sons of God | | | | | | | |
194 | Salvation, O the joyful sound | | | | | | | |
195 | How firm a foundation, ye [you] saints of the Lord | | | | | | | |
196 | Come sinners to the gospel feast | | | | | | | |
197 | Ho, everyone that thirsts, draw nigh | | | | | | | |
198 | Let every mortal ear attend | | | | | | | |
199 | Thy faithfulness, Lord each [every] moment we find | | | | | | | |
200 | Turn, he cries, ye sinners, turn | | | | | | | |