# | Text | Tune | | | | | | |
101 | Jesus, and shall it ever be | | | | | | | |
102 | Does is not grief and wonder move | | | | | | | |
103 | All hail the pow'r of Jesus' name | | | | | | | |
104 | Brethren I bid you all farewel | | | | | | | |
105 | Tho' trouble assail and dangers affright | | | | | | | |
106 | Yonder--amazing sight! I see | | | | | | | |
107 | How firm a foundation, ye saints of the Lord | | | | | | | |
108 | Why should a living man complain | | | | | | | |
109 | Hark! how the gospel trumpet sounds | | | | | | | |
110 | Bless'd be my God that I was born | | | | | | | |
111 | Still out of the deepest abyss | | | | | | | |
112 | Lord dismiss us with thy blessing | | | | | | | |
113 | I ask'd the Lord that I might grow | | | | | | | |
114 | When Abra'm's servant to procure | | | | | | | |
115 | Alas! and did my Savior bleed? | | | | | | | |
116 | While I am blest with youthful bloom | | | | | | | |
117 | Let strife forever cease | | | | | | | |
118 | With tears of anguish I lament | | | | | | | |
119 | Ah! wretched soul who strives in vain | | | | | | | |
120 | My Captain sounds the alarm of war | | | | | | | |
121 | Lord, I cannot let thee go | | | | | | | |
122 | Ah Lord! ah Lord! what have I done | | | | | | | |
123 | Hail, happy pilgrims! whence came ye | | | | | | | |
124 | So foolish, so absurd am I | | | | | | | |
125 | Come sinners to the gospel feast | | | | | | | |
126 | My soul doth magnify the Lord | | | | | | | |
127 | Lo! we are journeying home to God | | | | | | | |
128 | What poor despised company | | | | | | | |
129 | Ah me, I'm never well but when | | | | | | | |
130 | I bless the Lord who gives his word | | | | | | | |
131 | Companions of thy little Flock | | | | | | | |
132 | To-day Immanuel feeds his sheep | | | | | | | |
133 | Arise, my soul, with wonder see | | | | | | | |
134 | Christ, in that night he was betray'd | | | | | | | |
135 | Lord, from thy throne of flowing grace | | | | | | | |
136 | Encourag'd by thy word | | | | | | | |
137 | Hail the new year that's now begun | | | | | | | |
138 | How vain are the pleasures of time | | | | | | | |
139 | What var'ous hindrances we meet | | | | | | | |
140 | Before thy throne, eternal king | | | | | | | |
141 | Jesus drinks the bitter cup | | | | | | | |
142 | Hail the day that sees him rise | | | | | | | |
143 | Jesus, lover of my soul | | | | | | | |
144 | Ah! woe is me constrain'd to dwell | | | | | | | |
145 | Blow ye the trumpet, blow | | | | | | | |
146 | I sojourn in a vale of tears | | | | | | | |
147 | Alas! for I have seen the Lord | | | | | | | |
148 | Hark! my gay friends, that solemn toll | | | | | | | |
149 | Amazing grace! how sweet the sound | | | | | | | |
150 | Joy is a fruit that will not grow | | | | | | | |
151 | Sweet was the time when first I felt | | | | | | | |
152 | He who on earth as man was known | | | | | | | |
153 | Afflictions, tho' they seem severe | | | | | | | |
[This hymnal has not been proofed - data may be incomplete or incorrect]