# | Text | Tune | | | | | | |
101 | And wilt thou, O Eternal God | | | | | | | |
102 | Jesus shall reign where'er the sun | | | | | | | |
103 | From all that dwell below the skies | | | | | | | |
104 | O Spirit of the living God | | | | | | | |
105 | When, Lord, to this our Western land | | | | | | | |
106 | On Zion, and on Lebanon | | | | | | | |
107 | From Greenland's icy mountains | | | | | | | |
108 | Disown'd of heaven, by man opprest | | | | | | | |
109 | How wondrous and great | | | | | | | |
110 | Come let our voices join | | | | | | | |
111 | Glory to the Father give | | | | | | | |
112 | When Jesus left his heavenly throne | | | | | | | |
113 | Lord, how delightful 'tis to see | | | | | | | |
114 | Mercy, descending from above | | | | | | | |
115 | Blest is the man whose softening heart | | | | | | | |
116 | Rich are the joys which cannot die | | | | | | | |
117 | Lord of life, all praise excelling | | | | | | | |
118 | God of the seas, thine awful voice | | | | | | | |
119 | When through the torn sail the wild tempest is streaming | | | | | | | |
120 | Lord, for the just thou dost provide | | | | | | | |
121 | When dangers, woes, or death are nigh | | | | | | | |
122 | When we are raised from deep distress | | | | | | | |
123 | My God, since thou hast raised me up | | | | | | | |
124 | Hear what the voice from heaven declares | | | | | | | |
125 | When those we love are snatch'd away | | | | | | | |
126 | How short the race our friend has run | | | | | | | |
127 | As the sweet flower that scents the morn | | | | | | | |
128 | Sinners, turn, why will ye die? | | | | | | | |
129 | Hasten, sinner, to be wise | | | | | | | |
130 | Peace, troubled soul, whose plaintive moan | | | | | | | |
131 | The Spirit, in our hearts | | | | | | | |
132 | Ye humble souls, approach your God | | | | | | | |
133 | Approach, my soul, the mercy-seat | | | | | | | |
134 | Prayer is the soul's sincere desire | | | | | | | |
135 | O thou that hear'st when sinners cry | | | | | | | |
136 | Stay, thou insulted Spirit, stay | | | | | | | |
137 | O that my load of sin were gone | | | | | | | |
138 | Rise, O my soul, the hours review | | | | | | | |
139 | Rock of Ages, cleft for me | | | | | | | |
140 | Faith is the Christian's evidence | | | | | | | |
141 | O let triumphant faith dispel | | | | | | | |
142 | Deluded souls, that dream of heaven | | | | | | | |
143 | Jesus, Saviour of my soul | | | | | | | |
144 | How firm a foundation, ye saints of the Lord | | | | | | | |
145 | Rise, my soul, and stretch thy wings | | | | | | | |
146 | Children of the heavenly King | | | | | | | |
147 | When I can read my title clear | | | | | | | |
148 | Joy is a fruit that will not grow | | | | | | | |
149 | Come, ye that love the Lord | | | | | | | |
150 | Lord, with glowing heart I praise thee | | | | | | | |
151 | Lord, my God, I long to know | | | | | | | |
152 | The God of Abraham praise | | | | | | | |
153 | Be joyful in God, all ye lands of the earth | | | | | | | |
154 | Before Jehovah's awful throne | | | | | | | |
155 | Songs of praise the angels sang | | | | | | | |
156 | Father, whate'er of earthly bliss | | | | | | | |
157 | Be still, my heart, these anxious cares | | | | | | | |
158 | Hear, gracious God, my humble moan | | | | | | | |
159 | As, panting in the sultry beam | | | | | | | |
160 | When gathering clouds around I view | | | | | | | |
161 | Lord, unafflicted, undismay'd | | | | | | | |
162 | When streaming from the eastern skies | | | | | | | |
163 | Saviour, when night involves the skies | | | | | | | |
164 | Awake, my soul, and with the sun | | | | | | | |
165 | Arise, my soul, with rapture rise | | | | | | | |
166 | To thee let my first offerings rise | | | | | | | |
167 | Now the shades of night are gone | | | | | | | |
168 | Glory to thee, my God, this night | | | | | | | |
169 | Great God, to thee my evening song | | | | | | | |
170 | Now from the altar of our hearts | | | | | | | |
171 | The day is past and gone | | | | | | | |
172 | Softly now the light of day | | | | | | | |
173 | Inspirer and hearer of prayer | | | | | | | |
174 | Let worldly minds the world pursue | | | | | | | |
175 | Jesus! and shall it ever be | | | | | | | |
176 | Jesus, my strength, my hope | | | | | | | |
177 | Guide me, O thou great Jehovah | | | | | | | |
178 | Whene'er the angry passions rise | | | | | | | |
179 | A charge to keep I have | | | | | | | |
180 | Awake, my soul, stretch every nerve | | | | | | | |
181 | The Lord will happiness divine | | | | | | | |
182 | O for a closer walk with God | | | | | | | |
183 | 'Tis my happiness below | | | | | | | |
184 | While thee I seek, protecting Power | | | | | | | |
185 | Since I've known a Saviour's name | | | | | | | |
186 | As when the weary traveller gains | | | | | | | |
187 | I would not live alway: I ask not to stay | | | | | | | |
188 | Few are thy days, and full of wo | | | | | | | |
189 | Har,! from the tombs a mournful sound | | | | | | | |
190 | The mighty flood that rolls | | | | | | | |
191 | Vital spark of heavenly flame | | | | | | | |
192 | When rising from the bed of death | | | | | | | |
193 | And will the Judge descend? | | | | | | | |
194 | Great God, what do I see and hear | | | | | | | |
195 | Seek, my soul, the narrow gate | | | | | | | |
196 | O where shall rest be found | | | | | | | |
197 | How long shall earth's alluring toys | | | | | | | |
198 | Come, Lord, and warm each languid heart | | | | | | | |
199 | There is a land of pure delight | | | | | | | |
200 | Should nature's charms, to please the eye | | | | | | | |