# | Text | Tune | | | | | | |
a96 | Hark! hear the heavn'ly sound! | | | | | | | |
a97 | Behold the fountain, crimson flood! | | | | | | | |
a98 | The God of glory sends his mandate forth | | | | | | | |
a99 | What glorious tidings do I hear | | | | | | | |
a100 | Lo! how the holy prophets feel | | | | | | | |
a101 | Long did our God his plan conceal | | | | | | | |
a102 | God caus'd his light to shine | | | | | | | |
a103 | God revealed his great salvation | | | | | | | |
a104 | Hear what a Saviour's voice | | | | | | | |
a105 | The Lord our shepherd feeds his flock | | | | | | | |
a106 | Now I'll repine at death no more | | | | | | | |
a107 | On Zion's heav'nly hills they stand | | | | | | | |
a108 | See Jesus stand with open arms! | | | | | | | |
a109 | Lo, what a brilliant type, divine | | | | | | | |
a110 | Hark! a glad voice, from yonder dale | | | | | | | |
a111 | All earthly lovers, now adieu! | | | | | | | |
a112 | The rose of Sharon we behold | | | | | | | |
a113 | Stay me with flagons, dearest Lord | | | | | | | |
a114 | Rivers from Jesus flow | | | | | | | |
a115 | Jesus is knocking at the door | | | | | | | |
a116 | Now let us here enjoy the sign | | | | | | | |
a117 | Behold the wine! behold the bread! | | | | | | | |
a118 | Lord, we adore thy bount'ous hand | | | | | | | |
a119 | How vast the love of God | | | | | | | |
a120 | Communion with our friends is sweet | | | | | | | |
a121 | O sinner, turn thine eyes | | | | | | | |
a122 | What was the wormwood and the gall | | | | | | | |
a123 | A crown of thorns the Savior wore | | | | | | | |
a124 | The Savior did our sorrows feel | | | | | | | |
a125 | Behold the man! the Sent of God | | | | | | | |
a126 | See on Mount Calvary! | | | | | | | |
a127 | Come, saints, and drop a tear or two | | | | | | | |
a128 | What man of sorrow and of grief | | | | | | | |
a129 | With sad surprise, I see | | | | | | | |
a130 | With strange surprise, the cross I view | | | | | | | |
a131 | Come, from the wilderness | | | | | | | |
a132 | Down to the wilderness Of slavery and pride | | | | | | | |
a133 | The New Jerusalem I see | | | | | | | |
a134 | May sacred heat inspire my tongue | | | | | | | |
a135 | The Lord, his boundless love to show | | | | | | | |
a136 | Arise from thy wilderness state | | | | | | | |
a137 | Why thus dejected, O my soul! | | | | | | | |
a138 | Why should I blush to own | | | | | | | |
a139 | O, why should cares torment my mind? | | | | | | | |
a140 | Not here on earth are treasures sure | | | | | | | |
a141 | Behold the love of God | | | | | | | |
a142 | Thus saith the house of Israel | | | | | | | |
a143 | Behold the mighty God | | | | | | | |
a144 | Away desponding thought! | | | | | | | |
a145 | Can tribulation or distress | | | | | | | |
a146 | Now let our souls rejoice | | | | | | | |
a147 | Lord, we will labor in thy cause | | | | | | | |
a148 | Can Wisdom infinite Misjudge, or go astray? | | | | | | | |
a149 | Why should I doubt thy goodness, Lord | | | | | | | |
a150 | Ten thousand streams of love | | | | | | | |
a151 | Glory to God! on high | | | | | | | |
a152 | Who dare adjudge the sons of men | | | | | | | |
a153 | Now faith and hope abide | | | | | | | |
a154 | The heav'nly gem of the sweet content | | | | | | | |
a155 | How bright is thy example, Lord | | | | | | | |
a156 | In the example, Jesus gave | | | | | | | |
a157 | Now on the wings of faith I'll rise | | | | | | | |
a158 | Come, then, O my soul, meditate on that day | | | | | | | |
a159 | As when the spirit leaves the clay | | | | | | | |
a160 | What if some men do not believe | | | | | | | |
a161 | Away! ye sad desponding thoughts | | | | | | | |
a162 | Behold the wond'rous grace of God! | | | | | | | |
a163 | To thee, my Lord, I bow | | | | | | | |
a164 | Lord, we unite our hearts | | | | | | | |
a165 | No longer, Lord, do we despise | | | | | | | |
a166 | The house that's built upon the sand | | | | | | | |
a167 | Arise, ye saints, and brush your wings | | | | | | | |
a168 | The exhortation let us hear | | | | | | | |
a169 | All things shall work for good | | | | | | | |
a170 | Christ crucifi'd we preach | | | | | | | |
a171 | The word of revelation shines | | | | | | | |
a172 | All things in heav'n and in earth | | | | | | | |
a173 | As all to Christ the Father gave | | | | | | | |
a174 | To Jesus let us prostrate fall | | | | | | | |
a175 | Thy children, Lord, perpet'al wait | | | | | | | |
a176 | Thy children, Lord, whom thou didst make | | | | | | | |
a177 | The rivers all which glide along | | | | | | | |
a178 | The passing streams that flow along | | | | | | | |
a179 | All rivers in the earth | | | | | | | |
a180 | Behold! a spacious river flows | | | | | | | |
a181 | Come, all ye tribes of ransom'd men | | | | | | | |
a182 | Great God! before thou rent the vail | | | | | | | |
a183 | Dark unbelief, strange arrows flings | | | | | | | |
a184 | Awake my drowsy senses all | | | | | | | |
a185 | If Christ did not possess the pow'r | | | | | | | |
a186 | When men set out to run a race | | | | | | | |
a187 | My body under I must keep | | | | | | | |
a188 | All beings are of God | | | | | | | |
a189 | An off'ring Jesus made | | | | | | | |
a190 | No mortal tongue can tell | | | | | | | |
a191 | As God, all merciful and kind | | | | | | | |
a192 | What is the cause of moral death? | | | | | | | |
a193 | These are the ministers of Christ | | | | | | | |
a194 | In heav'n, behold the wond'rous sight! | | | | | | | |
a195 | Another wonder now behold | | | | | | | |