Topic | Sub-Topic | Hymn | First Line |
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Lord's Day | #CLIX | The joyful morn, my God, is come | |
Lord's Supper | #CLXXVIII | So fair a face bedewed with tears | |
Lord's Supper | #CLXXVII | Here at thy table, Lord, we meet | |
Lord's Supper | #CLXXVI | Come, see on bloody Calvary | |
Lord's Supper | #CLXXV | Ye wretched, hungry, starving poor | |
Rédemption | #LXI | O thou who didst thy glory leave | |
Rédemption | #LX | 'Tis finish'd, so the Saviour cry'd | |
Rédemption | #LVIII | What wisdom, majesty and grace | |
Rédemption | #LVII | Blow ye the trumpet, blow | |
Rédemption | #LVI | Plunged in a gulph of dark despair | |
Rédemption | #LV | Enslav'd by sin and bound in chains | |
Rédemption | #LIX | Grace! 'tis a charming sound! | |
Rédemption | #LIV | When first the God of boundless grace | |
Scripture | #LIII | Let avarice from shore to shore | |
Scripture | #LII | How precious is the book divine | |
Son | #XLI | To our Redeemer's glorious name | |
Son | #XXXVIII | Far, far beyond these lower skies | |
Son | #XL | To Christ, the Lord, let every tongue | |
Son | #XXXVII | There is no path to heavenly bliss | |
Son | #XIX | Deep are the wounds which sin has made |