# | Text | Tune | | | | | | |
CI | He comes! He comes! the Saviour dear | | | | | | | |
CII | He dies! the Friend of Sinners dies! | | | | | | | |
CIII | Holy Lamb, who thee receive | | | | | | | |
CIV | Hosanna to the Royal Son | | | | | | | |
CV | How beauteous are their Feet | | | | | | | |
CVI | How condescending, and how kind | | | | | | | |
CVII | How honourable is the Place | | | | | | | |
CVIII | How happy is the Christian's State | | | | | | | |
CIX | How long shall Death the Tyrant, reign | | | | | | | |
CX | How meanly dwells the immortal mind | | | | | | | |
CXI | How shall the young secure their hearts | | | | | | | |
CXII | How sad our State by Nature is! | | | | | | | |
CXIII | How should the sons of Adam's Race | | | | | | | |
CXIV | How strong thine Arm is, mighty God! | | | | | | | |
CXV | How sweet the Name of Jesus sounds | | | | | | | |
CXVI | How vain are all Things here below | | | | | | | |
CXVII | How wondrous are the works of God | | | | | | | |
CXVIII | I am, saith Christ, the Way | | | | | | | |
CXIX | I Ask'd the LORD that I might grow | | | | | | | |
CXX | If Paul in Cæsar's Court must stand | | | | | | | |
CXXI | If glorious Angels do rejoice | | | | | | | |
CXXII | I lift my Banner, saith the Lord | | | | | | | |
CXXIII | I love the Windows of thy Grace | | | | | | | |
CXXIV[LXXIV] | I'm not asham'd to own my Lord | | | | | | | |
CXXV | In all my vast Concerns with thee | | | | | | | |
CXXVI | In thine own Ways, O God of Love | | | | | | | |
CXXVII | It is not good, JEHOVAH said | | | | | | | |
CXXVIII | I that am drawn out of the depth | | | | | | | |
CXXIX | I've found the Pearl of greatest Price | | | | | | | |
CXXX | I want an Heart to pray | | | | | | | |
CXXXI | I would but cannot sing | | | | | | | |
CXXXII | JEHOVAH speaks, let Isr'el hear | | | | | | | |
CXXXIII | Jesus Christ, the Lord's anointed | | | | | | | |
CXXXIV | Jesus drinks the bitter Cup | | | | | | | |
CXXXV | Jesus, in thee our Eyes behold | | | | | | | |
CXXXVI | Jesu, Lover of my Soul | | | | | | | |
CXXXVII | Jesus, my All to Heav'n is gone | | | | | | | |
CXXXVIII | Jesus, the only Thought of thee | | | | | | | |
CXXXIX | Jesus, the Man of constant Grief | | | | | | | |
CXL | Jesu, Redeemer, Saviour, Lord | | | | | | | |
CXLI | Jesus, thy Blood and Righteousness | | | | | | | |
CXLII | Join all the glorious Names | | | | | | | |
CXLIII | Joy is a Fruit that will not grow | | | | | | | |
CXLIV | Joy to the World; the Lord is come | | | | | | | |
CXLV | Kind are the Words that Jesus speaks | | | | | | | |
CXLVI | Kind souls, who for the miseries moan | | | | | | | |
CXLVII | Kind souls, reflect awhile with me | | | | | | | |
CXLVIII | Know, ye that are of Adam's race | | | | | | | |
CXLIX | Kindred in Christ, for his dear sake | | | | | | | |
CL | Let ev'ry Mortal Ear attend | | | | | | | |
CLI | Let me but hear my Saviour say | | | | | | | |
CLII | Let others boast how strong they be | | | | | | | |
CLIII | Let Party Names no more | | | | | | | |
CLIV | Let Pharisees of high Esteem | | | | | | | |
CLV | Let us, the Sheep by Jesus Nam'd | | | | | | | |
CLVI | Let Zion and her Sons rejoice | | | | | | | |
CLVII | Lo! he cometh, countless Trumpets | | | | | | | |
CLVIII | Lo, what a glorious Sight appears | | | | | | | |
CLIX | Lo, what an entertaining Sight | | | | | | | |
CLX | Lord Christ reveal Thy holy Face | | | | | | | |
CLXI | Lord, dismiss us with thy Blessing | | | | | | | |
CLXII | Lord, I am vile, conceiv'd in Sin | | | | | | | |
CLXIII | Lord, I am thine; but thou wilt prove | | | | | | | |
CLXIV | Lord, how Mysterious are thy Ways! | | | | | | | |
CLXV | Lord, how secure my Conscience was | | | | | | | |
CLXVI | Lord; I believe a Rest remains | | | | | | | |
CLXVII | Lord in the Morning thou shalt hear | | | | | | | |
CLXVIII | Lord of the Worlds above | | | | | | | |
CLXIX | Lord, thou hast planted me a Vine | | | | | | | |
CLXX | Lord, thou wilt hear me when I pray | | | | | | | |
CLXXI | Lord, 'tis an infinite Delight | | | | | | | |
CLXXII | Lord, what a feeble Piece | | | | | | | |
CLXXIII | Lord, what a thoughtless Wretch was I | | | | | | | |
CLXXIV | Lord, we come before thee now | | | | | | | |
CLXXV | Lord, we confess our num'rous Faults | | | | | | | |
CLXXVI | Lord, when I hear thy Children talk | | | | | | | |
CLXXVII | Lo! he comes with Clouds descending | | | | | | | |
CLXXVIII | Mercy is welcome News indeed | | | | | | | |
CLXXIX | Messiah, full of Grace | | | | | | | |
CLXXX | Mistaken Souls! that dream of Heav'n | | | | | | | |
CLXXXI | Mourning, and drooping, here I lie | | | | | | | |
CLXXXII | My drowsy Pow'rs, why sleep ye so | | | | | | | |
CLXXXIII | My God, accept my early Vows | | | | | | | |
CLXXXIV | My God I am thine | | | | | | | |
CLXXXV | My Lord, how great's the Favour! | | | | | | | |
CLXXXVI | My Soul come meditate the Day | | | | | | | |
CLXXXVII | My Soul doth magnify the Lord | | | | | | | |
CLXXXVIII | Naked as from the Earth we came | | | | | | | |
CLXXXIX | Nor Eye has seen, nor Ear has heard | | | | | | | |
CXC | No, I shall envy them no more | | | | | | | |
CXCI | Not diff'rent Food nor diff'rent Dress | | | | | | | |
CXCII | Now be the God of Isra'l bless'd | | | | | | | |
CXCIII | Now begin the heav'nly Theme | | | | | | | |
CXCIV | Now by the Bowels of my God | | | | | | | |
CXCV | Now, gracious Lord, thine Arm reveal | | | | | | | |
CXCVI | Now from the Altar of my Heart | | | | | | | |
CXCVII | Now from the Garden to the Cross | | | | | | | |
CXCVIII | Now let my Faith grow strong, and rise | | | | | | | |
CXCIX | Now let our Pains be all forgot | | | | | | | |
CC | Now let our mournful Songs record | | | | | | | |