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1 | To God, the universal King | | | | | | | |
2 | Eternal God! Almighty Cause | | | | | | | |
3 | Ye sons of men, with joy record | | | | | | | |
4 | God of my life, to thee belong | | | | | | | |
5 | What heav'nly man, or lovely God | | | | | | | |
6 | Our God ascends his lofty throng | | | | | | | |
7 | Jesus the Lord, our souls adore | | | | | | | |
8 | Great God, we in thy courts appear | | | | | | | |
9 | Great God, we sing that mighty hand | | | | | | | |
10 | Look up, ye saints, direct your eyes | | | | | | | |
11 | What is our God, or what his name | | | | | | | |
12 | Jesus, my love, my chief delight | | | | | | | |
13 | Great God, amid the darksome night | | | | | | | |
14 | Away, my unbelieving fear | | | | | | | |
15 | Ye humble souls, proclaim abroad | | | | | | | |
16 | Methinks the last great day is come | | | | | | | |
17 | Sinner, O why so thoughtless grown | | | | | | | |
18 | Almighty Maker of my frame | | | | | | | |
19 | In thee, thou all sufficient God | | | | | | | |
20 | When shall thy lovely face be seen? | | | | | | | |
21 | Thou only Sov'reign of my heart | | | | | | | |
22 | Now far above these starry skies | | | | | | | |
23 | Now let our faith grow strong, and rise | | | | | | | |
24 | What shall the dying sinner do | | | | | | | |
25 | What jarring natures dwell within! | | | | | | | |
26 | Jesus, our soul's delightful choice | | | | | | | |
27 | While o'er our guilty land, O Lord | | | | | | | |
28 | Afflicted saint, to Christ draw near | | | | | | | |
29 | Now, while the gospel net is cast | | | | | | | |
30 | O thou, before whose gracious throne | | | | | | | |
31 | While my Redeemer's near | | | | | | | |
32 | How charming is the place | | | | | | | |
33 | My soul, with joy attend | | | | | | | |
34 | Great God, now condescend | | | | | | | |
35 | O that the Lord indeed | | | | | | | |
36 | Now let our voices join | | | | | | | |
37 | From winter's barren clods | | | | | | | |
38 | How various and how new | | | | | | | |
39 | Your harps, ye trembling saints | | | | | | | |
40 | Let party names no more | | | | | | | |
41 | Our heav'nly Father calls | | | | | | | |
42 | Faith! 'tis a precious grace | | | | | | | |
43 | Thou very paschal Lamb | | | | | | | |
44 | Astonish'd and distrest | | | | | | | |
45 | With humble heart and tongue | | | | | | | |
46 | Blest be the tie that binds | | | | | | | |
47 | Prepare me, gracious God | | | | | | | |
48 | Dost thou my profit seek | | | | | | | |
49 | My sorrows like a flood | | | | | | | |
50 | Unto thine altar, Lord | | | | | | | |
51 | Behold the leprous Jew | | | | | | | |
52 | I would, but cannot, sing | | | | | | | |
53 | Ye servants of the Lord | | | | | | | |
54 | And will the Judge descend! | | | | | | | |
55 | Did Christ o'er sinner's weep | | | | | | | |
56 | Lord, when our raptur'd tho't surveys | | | | | | | |
57 | Eternal Wisdom, thee we praise | | | | | | | |
58 | Hail, mighty Jesus! how divine | | | | | | | |
59 | Let avarice, from shore to shore | | | | | | | |
60 | When the Eternal bows the skies | | | | | | | |
61 | Salvation! O melodious sound | | | | | | | |
62 | Stern winter throws his icy chains | | | | | | | |
63 | Eternal Wisdom, thee we praise | | | | | | | |
64 | Jesus, O word divinely sweet! | | | | | | | |
65 | Lord, at thy table I behold | | | | | | | |
66 | Awake, my soul, stretch ev'ry nerve | | | | | | | |
67 | Awake, ye saints, and raise your eyes | | | | | | | |
68 | All hail the pow'r of Jesus' name | | | | | | | |
69 | When some kind shepherd from his fold | | | | | | | |
70 | Proclaim, saith Christ, my wondrous grace | | | | | | | |
71 | Backsliders, who your mis'ry feel | | | | | | | |
72 | My God, how cheerful is the sound! | | | | | | | |
73 | Hark! the glad sound, the Saviour comes | | | | | | | |
74 | Hark! 'tis our heav'nly Leader's voice | | | | | | | |
75 | My Saviour, let me hear thy voice | | | | | | | |
76 | Ye mourning saints, whose streaming tears | | | | | | | |
77 | Lord, when I read the traitor's doom | | | | | | | |
78 | When blooming youth is snatch'd away | | | | | | | |
79 | Thrice happy souls, who, born from heav'n | | | | | | | |
80 | Heav'n has confirm'd that great decree | | | | | | | |
81 | When death appears before my sight | | | | | | | |
82 | Compar'd with Christ, in all beside | | | | | | | |
83 | Thou only centre of my rest | | | | | | | |
84 | Death, with his dread commission seal'd | | | | | | | |
85 | Ye hearts, with youthful vigor warm | | | | | | | |
86 | Eternal God! Enthron'd on high | | | | | | | |
87 | "Why flow these torrents of distress?" | | | | | | | |
88 | And can my heart aspire so high | | | | | | | |
89 | And must I part with all I have | | | | | | | |
90 | Lord, at thy feet we sinners lie | | | | | | | |
91 | O Lord, I would delight in thee | | | | | | | |
92 | Repent, the voice celestial cries | | | | | | | |
93 | Glory to th'eternal King | | | | | | | |
94 | Thy mercy, my God, is the theme of my song | | | | | | | |
95 | Lord, and am I yet alive | | | | | | | |
96 | Is'rel in ancient days | | | | | | | |
97 | How happy are we | | | | | | | |
98 | The God of Abram praise | | | | | | | |
99 | O Lord, my God, whose sov'reign love | | | | | | | |
100 | Now begin the heav'nly theme | | | | | | | |