# | Text | Tune | | | | | | |
I | Now in a song of grateful praise | | | | | | | |
II | The tree of life my ſoul hath ſeen | | | | | | | |
III | Farewell, my brethren in the Lord | | | | | | | |
IV | Savior, I do feel thy merit | | | | | | | |
V | Hail, sovereign love! that first began | | | | | | | |
VI | O glorious hope of perfect love | | | | | | | |
VII | Great God of providence! thy ways | | | | | | | |
VIII | When pity prompts me to look round | | | | | | | |
IX | Am I a soldier of the Cross | | | | | | | |
X | When the Eternal bows the skies | | | | | | | |
XI | Great God, my maker, and my king | | | | | | | |
XII | The day is past and gone | | | | | | | |
XIII | Methinks I hear my Savior call | | | | | | | |
XIV | Jerusalem, my happy home | | | | | | | |
XV | He dies, the heav'nly lover dies | | | | | | | |
XVI | How free and boundless is the grace | | | | | | | |
XVII | Come brethren and sisters that love my dear Lord | | | | | | | |
XVIII | How tedious and tasteless the hours | | | | | | | |
XIX | Blest door of bliss to weary saints | | | | | | | |
XX | Come all ye weary travellers | | | | | | | |
XXI | Thine earthly Sabbaths Lord, we love | | | | | | | |
XXII | Now the shades of night are gone | | | | | | | |
XXIII | Come ye redeemed of the Lord | | | | | | | |
XXIV | My days, my weeks, my months, my years | | | | | | | |
XXV | Behold a lovely vine | | | | | | | |
XXVI | Come now poor sinner, share a part | | | | | | | |
XXVII | O that my load of sin were gone | | | | | | | |
XXVIII | Weary of struggling with my pain | | | | | | | |
XXIX | Let heav'n and earth rejoice | | | | | | | |
XXX | Pray'r was appointed to convey | | | | | | | |
XXXI | Sinners obey the gospel word | | | | | | | |
XXXII | Lord, whither shall I flee | | | | | | | |
XXXIII | 'Tis a point I long to know | | | | | | | |
XXXIV | Dismiss us with thy blessing Lord | | | | | | | |
XXXV | The great tremendous day's approaching | | | | | | | |
XXXVI | Great high priest we view the stooping | | | | | | | |
XXXVII | Hark! hear the sound on earth is found | | | | | | | |
XXXVIII | When converts first begin to sing | | | | | | | |
XXXIX | Arise my dear love, my undefil'd dove | | | | | | | |
XL | From whence doth this union arise | | | | | | | |
XLI | Christ our Lord is risen to-day | | | | | | | |
XLII | Thro'out our Savior's life we trace | | | | | | | |
XLIII | Adam, our father and our head | | | | | | | |
XLIV | Awake, my soul stretch every nerve | | | | | | | |
XLV | I hear the gospel's joyful sound | | | | | | | |
XLVI | Jesus once for sinners slain | | | | | | | |
XLVII | Come ye sinners, poor and wretched | | | | | | | |
XLVIII | God's power and wisdom is display'd | | | | | | | |
XLIX | Come and taste along with me | | | | | | | |
L | The man that views his guilt and sin | | | | | | | |
LI | No pen can write that sweet delight | | | | | | | |
LII | When God on high shall magnify | | | | | | | |
LIII | Lord, when shall we mount up to thee | | | | | | | |
LIV | My thoughts, that often mount the skies | | | | | | | |
LV | Awake my soul, in joyful lays | | | | | | | |
LVI | My God above with smiles of love | | | | | | | |
LVII | Jesus, I thirst, and go I must | | | | | | | |
LVIII | Holy and reverend is the name | | | | | | | |
LIX | The moment a sinner believes | | | | | | | |
LX | You saints of light that shine so bright | | | | | | | |
LXI | When Christ shall rend from end to end | | | | | | | |
LXII | Now who are they who dare to say | | | | | | | |
LXIII | Well met, dear friends in Jesus' name | | | | | | | |
LXIV | Lord, when together here we meet | | | | | | | |
LXV | Now, Lord, tho' we must part awhile | | | | | | | |
LXVI | Now is the time, O lovely youth | | | | | | | |
LXVII | Why was unbelieving I | | | | | | | |
LXVIII | Heavenly thoughts create my song | | | | | | | |
LXIX | The tables spread, my soul there 'spies | | | | | | | |
LXX | Now I have found the ground, wherein | | | | | | | |
LXXI | Thus saith the Lord, your master dear | | | | | | | |
LXXII | Didst thou, dear Jesus, suffer shame | | | | | | | |
LXXIII | Jesus, thy blessings are not few | | | | | | | |
LXXIV | Children of your heavn'ly King | | | | | | | |
LXXV | Savior, visit thy plantation | | | | | | | |
LXXVI | Oh! happy soul how fast you go | | | | | | | |
LXXVII | We in this tabernacle mourn | | | | | | | |
LXXVIII | Thee will I love my Lord, my tow'r | | | | | | | |
LXXIX | Diffuse thy beams and teach my heart | | | | | | | |
LXXX | Let Christ the glorious Lover | | | | | | | |
LXXXI | Omnipotent Lord, my Savior, and king | | | | | | | |
LXXXII | The Savior meets his flock to day | | | | | | | |
LXXXIII | Sin is the fatal cause of woe | | | | | | | |
LXXXIV | Come, all who've spent your blooming days | | | | | | | |
LXXXV | This God is the God we adore | | | | | | | |
LXXXVI | My brethren all remember well | | | | | | | |
LXXXVII | The worth of truth no tongue can tell | | | | | | | |
LXXXVIII | Happy the man whose will is bow'd | | | | | | | |
XC | That name to me sounds ever sweet | | | | | | | |
XCI | Blessed be God for all | | | | | | | |
XCII | I am that I am | | | | | | | |
XCIII | Wand'ring pilgrims, mourning Christians | | | | | | | |
XCIV | Come to the glorious gospel feast | | | | | | | |
XCV | Farewell vain world, I bid adieu | | | | | | | |
XCVI | Lord, in the morning I will send | | | | | | | |
XCVII | Go on ye Pilgrims, while below | | | | | | | |
XCVIII | O could I sing from day to day | | | | | | | |
XCIX | O what a cruel wretch am I | | | | | | | |
C | I would, but cannot sing | | | | | | | |
CI | When any turn from Zion's way | | | | | | | |