# | Text | Tune | | | | | | |
CI | My God, I know, I feel thee mine | | | | | | | |
CII | What now is my [our] object and aim | | | | | | | |
CIII | Jesus, thy boundless love to me | | | | | | | |
CIV | Holy and true and righteous, Lord, I wait to prove thy perfect will | | | | | | | |
CV | Savior of the sin sick soul, give me faith to make me whole | | | | | | | |
CVI | Lord, I believe a rest remains | | | | | | | |
CVII | O joyful sound of gospel grace | | | | | | | |
CVIII | Jesus hath died that I might live | | | | | | | |
CIX | Thou great mysterious God unknown | | | | | | | |
CX | My hope, my all, my Savior, Thou to thee | | | | | | | |
CXI | Jesus, the all restoring [sustaining] Word | | | | | | | |
CXII | How vain are all things here below | | | | | | | |
CXIII | When gracious Lord, when shall it be | | | | | | | |
CXIV | Whom man forsakes thou wilt not leave | | | | | | | |
CXV | Jesus, Redeemer of mankind | | | | | | | |
CXVI | O God of good, the unfathomed sea | | | | | | | |
CXVII | O Jesus, my rest, How unspeakably blest | | | | | | | |
CXVIII | Come, Holy Spirit, heavenly dove, with all thy quickening powers | | | | | | | |
CXIX | All glory to the dying Lamb, And never ceasing praise | | | | | | | |
CXX | Father, I stretch my hand [hands] to thee | | | | | | | |
CXXI | Jesus, Shepherd of thy sheep | | | | | | | |
CXXII | O may thy powerful word Inspire a feeble worm | | | | | | | |
CXXIII | O wondrous power of faithful prayer | | | | | | | |
CXXIV | Pierce, fill me with a [an] humble fear | | | | | | | |
CXXV | O God most merciful and true | | | | | | | |
CXXVI | Why not now, my God [Lord], my God | | | | | | | |
CXXVII | Now, e'en [even] now, I [I'd] yield, I [I'd] yield | | | | | | | |
CXXVIII | Come, thou omniscient Son of Man | | | | | | | |
CXXIX | Savior from sin, I wait to prove that Jesus is Thy healing name | | | | | | | |
CXXX | Come, O thou traveller unknown | | | | | | | |
CXXXI | Oft have we passed the guilty night | | | | | | | |
CXXXII | An inward baptism of pure fire | | | | | | | |
CXXXIII | Fountain of life, to all below | | | | | | | |
CXXXIV | O thou whom all thy saints adore | | | | | | | |
CXXXV | Say, which of you should see the Lord | | | | | | | |
CXXXVI | In boundless mercy, gracious Lord appear | | | | | | | |
CXXXVII | Lord, all I am is known to Thee | | | | | | | |
CXXXVIII | Father, I dare believe Thee, merciful and true | | | | | | | |
CXXXIX | I ask the gift of righteousness, The sin subduing power | | | | | | | |
CXL | Loving Jesus, gentle Lamb | | | | | | | |
CXLI | O thou who comest from above | | | | | | | |
CXLII | 'Tis a point I long to know | | | | | | | |
CXLIII | Ye happy sinners, hear | | | | | | | |
CXLIV | Come, ye [you] [we] that [who] love the Lord [Christ], And let your [our] joys | | | | | | | |
CXLV | Happy the man that finds the grace | | | | | | | |
CXLVI | Happy the souls to Jesus join'd | | | | | | | |
CXLVII | Let earth and heaven agree [combine] | | | | | | | |
CXLVIII | Arise, my soul, arise, shake off | | | | | | | |
CXLIX | My God I am thine, what a comfort [pleasure] divine | | | | | | | |
CL | Thy ceaseless, unexhausted love | | | | | | | |
CLI | Rejoice, the Lord is King, Your God [Lord] and King adore | | | | | | | |
CLII | O tell me no more of this [the] world's vain [vain world's] store | | | | | | | |
CLIII | My God, the spring of all my joys | | | | | | | |
CLIV | Let every tongue thy goodness speak | | | | | | | |
CLV | The spacious firmament on high | | | | | | | |
CLVI | The voice of my beloved sounds | | | | | | | |
CLVII | Father, how wide thy glory shines | | | | | | | |
CLVIII | I'll praise my Maker with my [while I've] [whilst I've] breath | | | | | | | |
CLIX | Praise ye the Lord, 'tis good to raise your [our] hearts and voices | | | | | | | |
CLX | Before Jehovah's awful throne | | | | | | | |
CLXI | The Lord of Sabbath let us praise, In concert with the blest | | | | | | | |
CLXII | Salvation, O the joyful sound | | | | | | | |
CLXIII | From all that [who] dwell [dwells] below the [in earth and] skies | | | | | | | |
CLXIV | Come, let us join our cheerful songs With angels round the throne | | | | | | | |
CLXV | Glory be to God on high | | | | | | | |
CLXVI | Praise ye the Lord ye immortal choirs | | | | | | | |
CLXVII | The God of Abraham praise, who reigns enthroned | | | | | | | |
CLXVIII | My Savior, my almighty Friend | | | | | | | |
CLXIX | This, this is the God we adore | | | | | | | |
CLXX | When all the mercies of my God | | | | | | | |
CLXXI | O thou God of my salvation | | | | | | | |
CLXXII | How happy [happy's] every child of grace, who [that] feels [knows] his sins forgiven | | | | | | | |
CLXXIII | Head of thy [the] church triumphant | | | | | | | |
CLXXIV | Almighty Maker, God, How wondrous is thy name | | | | | | | |
CLXXV | Rejoice evermore with angels above | | | | | | | |
CLXXVI | Oft I in my heart have said, Who shall ascend on high | | | | | | | |
CLXXVII | O glorious hope of perfect [heavenly] love | | | | | | | |
CLXXVIII | Ye simple souls [ones] that [who] stray | | | | | | | |
CLXXIX | Hark! how the gospel-trumpet sounds! | | | | | | | |
CLXXX | I know that my Redeemer lives, and ever prays for me | | | | | | | |
CLXXXI | Hail, thou once despised Jesus | | | | | | | |
CLXXXII | Vain, delusive world, adieu | | | | | | | |
CLXXXIII | With joy we meditate the [thy] grace | | | | | | | |
CLXXXIV | Jesus, my [mine] [our] all, to heaven is [has] gone | | | | | | | |
CLXXXV | My God, my portion, and my love, my everlasting all. | | | | | | | |
CLXXXVI | Children of the heavenly king as we journey | | | | | | | |
CLXXXVII | O what shall I do my Savior to praise | | | | | | | |
CLXXXVIII | How do thy mercies close me round? | | | | | | | |
CLXXXIX | Commit thou all thy griefs | | | | | | | |
CXC | Give to the winds thy [your] fears | | | | | | | |
CXCI | God of my life, whose gracious power | | | | | | | |
CXCII | Though trouble assail us, and dangers affright | | | | | | | |
CXCIII | The Lord my pasture shall prepare, and feed me with a shepherd's care | | | | | | | |
CXCIV | God moves in a mysterious way | | | | | | | |
CXCV | Away my unbelieving fear | | | | | | | |
CXCVI | Still for thy loving kindness, Lord | | | | | | | |
CXCVII | Peace, troubled soul, thou needest [need'st] not fear | | | | | | | |
CXCVIII | Come on, my partners in distress | | | | | | | |
CXCIX | Jesus, great Shepherd of the [thy] sheep | | | | | | | |
CC | Master, I own thy lawful claim | | | | | | | |