# | Text | Tune | | | | | | |
CCI | Jesus, my all, to heaven is gone | | | | | | | |
CCII | There is no path to heavenly bliss | | | | | | | |
CCIII | My God, assist me, while I raise | | | | | | | |
CCIV | Compar'd with Christ, in all beside | | | | | | | |
CCV | The bible is justly esteem'd | | | | | | | |
CCVI | Jesus, we hang upon the word | | | | | | | |
CCVII | Come, gracious spirit, heavenly dove | | | | | | | |
CCVIII | Bless'd Jesus, source of grace divine | | | | | | | |
CCIX | As showers on meadows newly mown | | | | | | | |
CCX | Hear, gracious sovereign, from thy throne | | | | | | | |
CCXI | Eternal spirit, source of light | | | | | | | |
CCXII | At anchor laid, remove from home | | | | | | | |
CCXIII | Dear Lord, and shall thy spirit rest | | | | | | | |
CCXIV | Descend, holy spirit the dove | | | | | | | |
CCXV | Stay, thou insulted spirit, stay | | | | | | | |
CCXVI | My God, what silkin cords are thine! | | | | | | | |
CCXVII | Faith! – 'tis a precious grace | | | | | | | |
CCXVIII | Faith adds new charms to earthly bliss | | | | | | | |
CCXIX | Jesus, our soul's delightful choice | | | | | | | |
CCXX | Encompass'd with clouds of distress | | | | | | | |
CCXXI | From whence this fear and unbelief | | | | | | | |
CCXXII | The moment a sinner believes | | | | | | | |
CCXXIII | A debtor to mercy alone | | | | | | | |
CCXXIV | Your harps, ye trembling saints | | | | | | | |
CCXXV | Not by the laws]of innocence | | | | | | | |
CCXXVI | Thrice happy souls, who born from heaven | | | | | | | |
CCXXVII | Happy beyond description he | | | | | | | |
CCXXVIII | Am I a soldier of the cross | | | | | | | |
CCXXIX | Behold the sons, the heirs of God | | | | | | | |
CCXXX | And be it so, that 'till this hour | | | | | | | |
CCXXXI | O God, my sun, thy blissful rays | | | | | | | |
CCXXXII | Come, Lord, and help us to rejoice | | | | | | | |
CCXXXIII | Why sinks my weak desponding mind? | | | | | | | |
CCXXXIV | Ye humble souls, complain no more | | | | | | | |
CCXXXV | Lord, at thy feet we sinners lie | | | | | | | |
CCXXXVI | Lord, with a griev'd and aching heart | | | | | | | |
CCXXXVII | Lord, if thou thy grace impart | | | | | | | |
CCXXXVIII | The righteous Lord, supremely great | | | | | | | |
CCXXXIX | Now let our voices join | | | | | | | |
CCXL | Children of the heavenly king | | | | | | | |
CCXLI | When darkness long has veil'd my mind | | | | | | | |
CCXLII | Blessed redeemer how divine | | | | | | | |
CCXLIII | Praise to the Lord of the boundless might | | | | | | | |
CCXLIV | Dear savior, make me wise to see | | | | | | | |
CCXLV | Thy way, O God, is in the sea | | | | | | | |
CCXLVI | O what stupendous mercy shines | | | | | | | |
CCXLVII | Yes, I would love thee, blessed God | | | | | | | |
CCXLVIII | O Lord, I would delight in thee | | | | | | | |
CCXLIX | Of all the joys we mortals know | | | | | | | |
CCL | 'Tis a point I long to know | | | | | | | |
CCLI | Come, let me love: or is my mind | | | | | | | |
CCLII | And have I, Christ, no love to thee | | | | | | | |
CCLIII | My gracious Redeemer I'll love | | | | | | | |
CCLIV | Blest be the tie that binds | | | | | | | |
CCLV | Let party names no more | | | | | | | |
CCLVI | Great spirit of immortal love | | | | | | | |
CCLVII | Father of mercies send thy grace | | | | | | | |
CCLVIII | Aloud we sing the wondrous grace | | | | | | | |
CCLIX | Should bounteous nature kindly pour | | | | | | | |
CCLX | Ye humble souls rejoice | | | | | | | |
CCLXI | Happy the man whose cautious steps | | | | | | | |
CCLXII | Thus Augur breathed his warm desire | | | | | | | |
CCLXIII | Patience! O what a grace divine | | | | | | | |
CCLXIV | Dear Lord, tho' bitter is the cup | | | | | | | |
CCLXV | Unite my roving thoughs unite | | | | | | | |
CCLXVI | Dear friend of friendless sinners, hear | | | | | | | |
CCLXVII | Repent, the voice celestial cries | | | | | | | |
CCLXVIII | Searcher of hearts, before thy face | | | | | | | |
CCLXIX | Exalted prince of life, we own | | | | | | | |
CCLXX | Father, at thy call I come | | | | | | | |
CCLXXI | Prostrate dear Jesus at thy feet | | | | | | | |
CCLXXII | Dear Savior, when my thoughts recall | | | | | | | |
CCLXXIII | The mighty God will not despise | | | | | | | |
CCLXXIV | Why, O my soul, why weepest thou? | | | | | | | |
CCLXXV | The Lord will happiness divine | | | | | | | |
CCLXXVI | My times of sorrow and of joy | | | | | | | |
CCLXXVII | O Lord, my best desires fulfill | | | | | | | |
CCLXXVIII | And can my heart aspire so high | | | | | | | |
CCLXXIX | It is the Lord— enthron'd in light | | | | | | | |
CCLXXX | Asham'd of Christ! my soul, disdain | | | | | | | |
CCLXXXI | And must I part with all I have | | | | | | | |
CCLXXXII | Let those who bear the Christian name | | | | | | | |
CCLXXXIII | If secret fraud should dwell | | | | | | | |
CCLXXXIV | Religion is the chief concern | | | | | | | |
CCLXXXV | Thro' all the changing scenes of life | | | | | | | |
CCLXXXVI | Away my unbelieving fear | | | | | | | |
CCLXXXVII | Lord, didst thou die, but not for me? | | | | | | | |
CCLXXXVIII | Ye trembling souls, dismiss your fears | | | | | | | |
CCLXXXIX | Unclean, unclean, and full of sin | | | | | | | |
CCXC | Begone, unbelief | | | | | | | |
CCXCI | Happy the man who finds the grace | | | | | | | |
CCXCII | Blest men, who stretch their willing hands | | | | | | | |
CCXCIII | While carnal men, with all their might | | | | | | | |
CCXCIV | With melting Heart, and weeping Eyes | | | | | | | |
CCXCV | Jesus, full of all compassion | | | | | | | |
CCXCVI | Gracious Lord, incline thine ear | | | | | | | |
CCXCVII | Beset with snares on every hand | | | | | | | |
CCXCVIII | And will the eternal King | | | | | | | |
CCXCIX | And will the offended God again | | | | | | | |
CCC | How happy is the pilgrim's lot | | | | | | | |