# | Text | Tune | | | | | | |
H101 | What shall I do my God to love | | | | | | | |
H102 | Come, Father, Son and Holy Ghost | | | | | | | |
H103 | Lord, we are blind, we mortals blind | | | | | | | |
H104 | O bless the Lord, my soul | | | | | | | |
H105 | King of kings and Lord of lords | | | | | | | |
H106 | Awake, my soul, in joyful lays | | | | | | | |
H107 | Glory to God, who reigns above | | | | | | | |
H108 | To him that lov'd the sons of men | | | | | | | |
H109 | Come, let us join our noblest songs | | | | | | | |
H110 | Songs of praise awoke the morn | | | | | | | |
H111 | Where'er ascends the sacrifice | | | | | | | |
H112 | Great God! how infinite art thou! | | | | | | | |
H113 | From all that dwell below the skies | | | | | | | |
H114 | I sing the God whose power and love | | | | | | | |
H115 | Come, let us join our cheerful songs | | | | | | | |
H116 | Plunged in a gulf of dark despair | | | | | | | |
H117 | Begin the high, celestial strain | | | | | | | |
H118 | Come, let me love...or is my mind | | | | | | | |
H119 | Low would I bow beneath thy feet | | | | | | | |
H120 | Eternal Power, whose high abode | | | | | | | |
H121 | My Saviour, my Almighty Friend | | | | | | | |
H122 | Awake my heart, arise my tongue | | | | | | | |
H123 | With all my powers of heart and tongue | | | | | | | |
H124 | To God, the only wise | | | | | | | |
H125 | Who can forbear to sing | | | | | | | |
H126 | Give me the wings of faith to rise | | | | | | | |
H127 | Up to the fields where angels lie | | | | | | | |
H128 | My God, my portion, and my love | | | | | | | |
H129 | My God, my life, my love | | | | | | | |
H130 | Happy the soul whose wishes climb | | | | | | | |
H131 | O for a sweet, inspiring ray | | | | | | | |
H132 | These glorious minds, how bright they shine | | | | | | | |
H133 | Pure are all the joys above the sky | | | | | | | |
H134 | From thee, my God, my joys shall rise | | | | | | | |
H135 | Now let our souls, on wings sublime | | | | | | | |
H136 | In the cold prison of a tomb | | | | | | | |
H137 | Welcome, sweet day of rest | | | | | | | |
H138 | On this sweet morn the Lord arose | | | | | | | |
H139 | On this delightful day | | | | | | | |
H140 | To-day the Saviour rose | | | | | | | |
H141 | From heaven the sinning angels fell | | | | | | | |
H142 | Let them neglect thy glory, Lord | | | | | | | |
H143 | Come, Lord, and warm each languid hear | | | | | | | |
H144 | My thougths surmount these lower skies | | | | | | | |
H145 | Awake, and sing the song | | | | | | | |
H146 | Lord, how delightful 'tis to see | | | | | | | |
H147 | When, O dear Jesus, when shall I | | | | | | | |
H148 | Father of Glory! to thy name | | | | | | | |
H149 | Shout to the Lord, and let our joys | | | | | | | |
H150 | Praise to the Lord, who bows his ear | | | | | | | |
H151 | Great Sov'reign of the earth and skies | | | | | | | |
H152 | Great God! with wonder and with praise | | | | | | | |
H153 | 'Search the Scriptures,' saith the Lord | | | | | | | |
H154 | Laden with guilt, and full of fears | | | | | | | |
H155 | How precious is the book divine | | | | | | | |
H156 | Raise, thoughtless sinner, raise thine eye | | | | | | | |
H157 | In but one single point, if thou | | | | | | | |
H158 | Life and immortal joys are given | | | | | | | |
H159 | Let every mortal ear attend | | | | | | | |
H160 | Jesus, thy witness speaks within | | | | | | | |
H161 | Lo! there's a voice of sovereign grace | | | | | | | |
H162 | Ye dying sons of men | | | | | | | |
H163 | O come! ye sinners, to the Lord | | | | | | | |
H164 | The Saviour calls--let every ear | | | | | | | |
H165 | Ye wretched, hungry, starving poor | | | | | | | |
H166 | Come, weary souls, with sin distress'd | | | | | | | |
H167 | Jesus, dear name, how sweet it sounds | | | | | | | |
H168 | Hark! 'tis the Saviuor 's voice I hear | | | | | | | |
H169 | Come, humble sinner, in whose breast | | | | | | | |
H170 | Indulgent God, how kind | | | | | | | |
H171 | Thus saith the High and Lofty One | | | | | | | |
H172 | Come hither, all ye weary souls | | | | | | | |
H173 | Come, guilty souls, and flee away | | | | | | | |
H174 | All-seeing, powerful God! | | | | | | | |
H175 | Ye sin-sick souls draw near | | | | | | | |
H176 | As when the weary traveler gains | | | | | | | |
H177 | Where Christ the Lord has planted grace | | | | | | | |
H178 | In vain the trembling conscience seeks | | | | | | | |
H179 | Perfection here below | | | | | | | |
H180 | Lord, how large thy bounties are! | | | | | | | |
H181 | Let me but hear my Saviour say | | | | | | | |
H182 | Whence do our mournful thoughts arise | | | | | | | |
H183 | Proclaim salvation from the Lord | | | | | | | |
H184 | Keep silence, all created things | | | | | | | |
H185 | Chosen and blest in Christ our Head | | | | | | | |
H186 | Election!--'tis most sweet to those | | | | | | | |
H187 | Down from the top of earthly bliss | | | | | | | |
H188 | Strait is the way, the door is strait | | | | | | | |
H189 | Destruction's dangerous road | | | | | | | |
H190 | From deep distress and troubled thoughts | | | | | | | |
H191 | O blessed souls are they | | | | | | | |
H192 | How oft, alas! this wretched heart | | | | | | | |
H193 | Forgiveness! 'tis a joyful sound | | | | | | | |
H194 | Behold what wondrous grace | | | | | | | |
H195 | As new-born babes desire the breast | | | | | | | |
H196 | Buried in shadows of the night | | | | | | | |
H197 | Unshaken as the Sacred Hill | | | | | | | |
H198 | How can I sink with such a prop | | | | | | | |
H199 | Where is the judge that shall condemn | | | | | | | |
H200 | Happy beyond description he | | | | | | | |