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I | Eternal God! Almighty cause | | | | | | | |
II | Father of glory, to thy name | | | | | | | |
III | Lord, thou hast been thy children's God | | | | | | | |
IV | Thy names, how infinite they be! | | | | | | | |
V | Lord, thou with an unerring beam | | | | | | | |
VI | Keep silence all created things | | | | | | | |
VII | Wait, O my soul, thy maker's will | | | | | | | |
VIII | Awake, my soul, to joyful lays | | | | | | | |
IX | Thy mercy, my God, is the theme of my song | | | | | | | |
X | Holy and reverend is the name | | | | | | | |
XI | Eternal Power! whose high abode | | | | | | | |
XII | Attend, my soul, the voice divine | | | | | | | |
XIII | Great Former of this various frame | | | | | | | |
XIV | Ye sons of men, with joy record | | | | | | | |
XV | Behold the great eternal God | | | | | | | |
XVI | Holy Ghost, dispel our sadness | | | | | | | |
XVII | Gracious Spirit, Dove divine! | | | | | | | |
XVIII | Almighty God, thy piercing eye | | | | | | | |
XIX | There is a God that reigns above | | | | | | | |
XX | Eternal wisdom, thee we praise | | | | | | | |
XXI | Thy ways, O Lord, with wise design | | | | | | | |
XXII | Thro' all the various shifting scenes | | | | | | | |
XXIII | God moves in a mysterious way | | | | | | | |
XXIV | Great God of providence! thy ways | | | | | | | |
XXV | Give to the winds thy fears | | | | | | | |
XXVI | The book of nature open lies | | | | | | | |
XXVII | On man, in his own image made | | | | | | | |
XXVIII | Adam our father and our head | | | | | | | |
XXIX | Astonish'd and distress'd | | | | | | | |
XXX | What jarring natures dwell within | | | | | | | |
XXXI | Dread Sinai roars, the man be curst | | | | | | | |
XXXII | Salvation! what a glorious plan | | | | | | | |
XXXIII | Ere the blue heav'ns were stretch'd abroad | | | | | | | |
XXXIV | Sweeter sounds than music knows | | | | | | | |
XXXV | Alas! by nature how deprav'd | | | | | | | |
XXXVI | God, in the gospel of his Son | | | | | | | |
XXXVII | Blow ye the trumpet, blow | | | | | | | |
XXXVIII | O sight of anguish! view it near | | | | | | | |
XXXIX | What wisdom, majesty, and grace | | | | | | | |
XL | Who shall condemn to endless flames | | | | | | | |
XLI | Jesus, we bless thy Father's name | | | | | | | |
XLII | Now begin the heavenly theme | | | | | | | |
XLIII | As the serpent raised by Moses | | | | | | | |
XLIV | How lost was my condition | | | | | | | |
XLV | The fountain of Christ, lord, help us to sing | | | | | | | |
XLVI | There is a fountain fill'd with blood | | | | | | | |
XLVII | My dear Redeemer see | | | | | | | |
XLVIII | How precious is the book divine | | | | | | | |
XLIX | When Israel thro' the desert pass'd | | | | | | | |
L | Father of mercies, in thy word | | | | | | | |
LI | Laden with guilt, and full of fears | | | | | | | |
LII | Hail! mighty Jesus; how divine | | | | | | | |
LIII | Now may the Lord reveal his face | | | | | | | |
LIV | Grace! 'tis a charming sound! | | | | | | | |
LV | Come, sinners, saith the mighty God | | | | | | | |
LVI | Come, ye sinners, poor and wretched | | | | | | | |
LVII | Sinners, the voice of God regard | | | | | | | |
LVIII | Father, how wide thy glories shine! | | | | | | | |
LIX | To break the chains of sin and death | | | | | | | |
LX | Attend, while God's exalted Son | | | | | | | |
LXI | Not by the laws of innocence | | | | | | | |
LXII | Wherewith, O Lord, shall I draw near | | | | | | | |
LXIII | Repent, the voice celestial cries | | | | | | | |
LXIV | Prostrate, dear Jesus, at thy feet | | | | | | | |
LXV | Lo! what a rapturous joy possest | | | | | | | |
LXVI | Hark, the glad sound, the Saviour comes | | | | | | | |
LXVII | Yonder--amazing sight!--I see | | | | | | | |
LXVIII | Stretch'd on the cross the Saviour dies | | | | | | | |
LXIX | Angels, roll the rock away | | | | | | | |
LXX | When I the holy grave survey | | | | | | | |
LXXI | Our Lord has risen from the dead | | | | | | | |
LXXII | Rejoice, the Lord is King | | | | | | | |
LXXIII | The mighty frame of glorious grace | | | | | | | |
LXXIV | He lives, the great redeemer lives | | | | | | | |
LXXV | How sweet the name of Jesus sounds | | | | | | | |
LXXVI | He who on earth as man was known | | | | | | | |
LXXVII | Where is my God? does he retire | | | | | | | |
LXXVIII | Forgiveness! 'tis a joyful sound | | | | | | | |
LXXIX | Not all the nobles of the earth | | | | | | | |
LXXX | O that I knew the secret place | | | | | | | |
LXXXI | Saviour, I do feel thy merit | | | | | | | |
LXXXII | Now is the time, th' accepted hour | | | | | | | |
LXXXIII | Am I a Soldier of the Cross | | | | | | | |
LXXXIV | Where shall we sinners hide our heads | | | | | | | |
LXXXV | Lord, hast thou made me know thy ways? | | | | | | | |
LXXXVI | O tell me no more of this world's vain store | | | | | | | |
LXXXVII | All hail the pow'r of Jesu's name! | | | | | | | |
LXXXVIII | Ye worlds of light, that roll so near | | | | | | | |
LXXXIX | Jehovah reigns, let all the earth | | | | | | | |
XC | O love divine, what hast thou done! | | | | | | | |
XCI | Love divine, all loves excelling | | | | | | | |
XCII | Heal us, Emmanuel, here we stand | | | | | | | |
XCIII | Oh! for a closer walk with God | | | | | | | |
XCIV | Tho' troubles assail, and dangers affright | | | | | | | |
XCV | See Aaron, God's anointed priest | | | | | | | |
XCVI | How blest the righteous are | | | | | | | |
XCVII | Afflicted saint, to Christ draw near | | | | | | | |
XCVIII | Infinite excellence is thine | | | | | | | |
XCIX | Whene'er the angry passions rise | | | | | | | |
C | Ye glittering toys of earth, adieu | | | | | | | |