# | Text | Tune | | | | | | |
CI | Awake my soul, stretch every nerve | | | | | | | |
CII | Jesus, at thy command | | | | | | | |
CIII | And have I Christ no love to thee | | | | | | | |
CIV | My times of sorrow and of joy | | | | | | | |
CV | Hear, gracious God, my humble moan | | | | | | | |
CVI | Ye little flock, whom Jesus feeds | | | | | | | |
CVII | 'Tis a point I long to know | | | | | | | |
CVIII | Oft have I turned my eye within | | | | | | | |
CIX | What strange perplexities arise | | | | | | | |
CX | Backsliders, who your misery feel | | | | | | | |
CXI | O thou, whose tender mercy hears | | | | | | | |
CXII | Sweet was the time when first I felt | | | | | | | |
CXIII | How oft, alas, this wretched heart | | | | | | | |
CXIV | When darkness long has veil'd my mind | | | | | | | |
CXV | O my distrustful heart | | | | | | | |
CXVI | Now begin the heavenly theme | | | | | | | |
CXVII | Love divine, all loves excelling | | | | | | | |
CXVIII | O Lord my God, whose sovereign love | | | | | | | |
CXIX | My soul, with joy attend | | | | | | | |
CXX | Thus far my God hath led me on | | | | | | | |
CXXI | Ye servants of the Lord | | | | | | | |
CXXII | Faith— 'tis a precious grace | | | | | | | |
CXXIII | From whence this fear and unbelief! | | | | | | | |
CXXIV | Jesus, my hope, while here below | | | | | | | |
CXXV | Happy beyond description he | | | | | | | |
CXXVI | Am I a soldier of the cross | | | | | | | |
CXXVII | Sprinkled with reconciling blood | | | | | | | |
CXXVIII | Why sinks my weak desponding mind? | | | | | | | |
CXXIX | Ye humble souls, complain no more | | | | | | | |
CXXX | Thy way, O God is in the sea | | | | | | | |
CXXXI | Of all the joys we mortals know | | | | | | | |
CXXXII | Blest be the tie that binds | | | | | | | |
CXXXIII | Let party names no more | | | | | | | |
CXXXIV | Aloud we sing the wond'rous grace | | | | | | | |
CXXXV | Ye humble souls rejoice | | | | | | | |
CXXXVI | Happy the man, whose cautious steps | | | | | | | |
CXXXVII | Dear Saviour, when my thoughts recall | | | | | | | |
CXXXVIII | My times of sorrow and of joy | | | | | | | |
CXXXIX | And must I part with all I have | | | | | | | |
CXL | While carnal men, with all their might | | | | | | | |
CXLI | Why should a living man complain | | | | | | | |
CXLII | I ask'd the Lord that I might grow | | | | | | | |
CXLIII | Dear refuge of my weary soul | | | | | | | |
CXLIV | O that I knew the secret place | | | | | | | |
CXLV | Thou only center of my rest | | | | | | | |
CXLVI | From my fond arms my love is fled | | | | | | | |
CXLVII | Dost thou my profit seek | | | | | | | |
CXLVIII | Afflicted saint, to Christ draw near | | | | | | | |
CXLIX | Let me, thou sovereign Lord of all | | | | | | | |
CL | Jesus, Redeemer, Saviour, Lord | | | | | | | |
CLI | The billows swell, the winds are high | | | | | | | |
CLII | With joy let each afflicted saint | | | | | | | |
CLIII | Great leader of thine Israel's host | | | | | | | |
CLIV | Why should I doubt his love at last | | | | | | | |
CLV | Lord, how mysterious are thy ways! | | | | | | | |
CLVI | Sovereign of life, I own thy hand | | | | | | | |
CLVII | Thanks to thy name, O Lord, that we | | | | | | | |
CLVIII | Awake our drowsy souls | | | | | | | |
CLIX | The joyful morn, my God, is come | | | | | | | |
CLX | Another six days' work is done | | | | | | | |
CLXI | Frequent the day of God returns | | | | | | | |
CLXII | When, O dear Jesus, when shall I | | | | | | | |
CLXIII | Thine earthly Sabbaths, Lord we love | | | | | | | |
CLXIV | Sing to the Lord above | | | | | | | |
CLXV | Enquire, ye pilgrims, for the way | | | | | | | |
CLXVI | On Sion, his own holy mount | | | | | | | |
CLXVII | Father, is not thy promise pledg'd | | | | | | | |
CLXVIII | All hail, incarnate God! | | | | | | | |
CLXIX | Dear Shepherd of thy people hear | | | | | | | |
CLXX | How charming is the place | | | | | | | |
CLXXI | Lord of the worlds above | | | | | | | |
CLXXII | Dear Lord, and will thy pardoning love | | | | | | | |
CLXXIII | Thus was the great Redeemer plung'd | | | | | | | |
CLXXIV | See how the willing converts trace | | | | | | | |
CLXXV | Ye wretched, hungry, starving poor | | | | | | | |
CLXXVI | Come, see on bloody Calvary | | | | | | | |
CLXXVII | Here at thy table, Lord, we meet | | | | | | | |
CLXXVIII | So fair a face bedewed with tears | | | | | | | |
CLXXIX | Great God, we sing that mighty hand | | | | | | | |
CLXXX | Father of mercies! God of love! | | | | | | | |
CLXXXI | From winter's barren clods | | | | | | | |
CLXXXII | To praise the ever bounteous Loed | | | | | | | |
CLXXXIII | See how rude winter's icy hand | | | | | | | |
CLXXXIV | Eternal source of every joy | | | | | | | |
CLXXXV | Heav'nly Father here we bless thee | | | | | | | |
CLXXXVI | Lure' by the fading joys of time | | | | | | | |
CLXXXVII | Eternal God! enthron'd on high! | | | | | | | |
CLXXXVIII | Almighty Maker of my frame | | | | | | | |
CLXXXIX | Teach me the measure of my days | | | | | | | |
CXC | Oft as the bell, with solemn toll | | | | | | | |
CXCI | How long shall earth's alluring toys | | | | | | | |
CXCII | Eternity is just at hand | | | | | | | |
CXCIII | Ye virgin souls arise | | | | | | | |
CXCIV | When death appears before my sight | | | | | | | |
CXCV | While on the verge of life I stand | | | | | | | |
CXCVI | Prepare me, gracious God | | | | | | | |
CXCVII | How long shall death, the tyrant, reign | | | | | | | |
CXCVIII | Methinks the last great day is come | | | | | | | |
CXCIX | When thou mu righteous Judge shalt come | | | | | | | |
CC | Come, Lord, and warm each languid heart | | | | | | | |