# | Text | Tune | | | | | | |
CI | How oft doth beauty lead to sin | | | | | | | |
CII | O love divine, what hast thou done | | | | | | | |
CIII | Ah lovely appearance of death | | | | | | | |
CIV | Hark, the glad sound, the Savior comes | | | | | | | |
CV | Still, Lord, I languish for thy grace | | | | | | | |
CVI | So fair a face bedewed with tears | | | | | | | |
CVII | By faith I live, by faith I see | | | | | | | |
CVIII | Look unto me the savior cries behold in me | | | | | | | |
CIX | Friendship to every willing mind | | | | | | | |
CX | God of my life to thee | | | | | | | |
CXI | Ye little flock, whom Jesus feeds | | | | | | | |
CXII | In themselves, as weak as worms | | | | | | | |
CXIII | O that I had a faithful friend | | | | | | | |
CXIV | We've found the rock, the traveler cries [travelers cried] | | | | | | | |
CXV | Zion rejoice and Judah sing | | | | | | | |
CXVI | See slow and solemn move along | | | | | | | |
CXVII | Father, omnipotent divine | | | | | | | |
CXVIII | To thee, my God, I make my moan | | | | | | | |
CXIX | Here, at thy throne of sovereign grace | | | | | | | |
CXX | When rising from the bed of death | | | | | | | |
CXXI | Go, my beloved husband, go | | | | | | | |
CXXII | How welcome is this news | | | | | | | |
CXXIII | Thanks to thy name, thou God of love | | | | | | | |
CXXIV | Come all you pensive mourners | | | | | | | |
CXXV | What sound is this salutes mine [my] ear | | | | | | | |
CXXVI | I'm not ashamed to own my [the] Lord | | | | | | | |
CXXVII | Give me the wings of faith to rise | | | | | | | |
CXXVIII | Now Satan comes with dreadful roar | | | | | | | |
CXXIX | Our souls by [in] love together knit [drawn] [joined] | | | | | | | |
CXXX | And is this heaven and am I there | | | | | | | |
CXXXI | Arise, my soul, to Jesus fly | | | | | | | |
CXXXII | I languish for a sight | | | | | | | |
CXXXIII | A solemn march we make | | | | | | | |
CXXXIV | If ever pity moved thee | | | | | | | |
CXXXV | When I can read my title clear | | | | | | | |
CXXXVI | Come, Holy Spirit, heavenly dove, with all thy quickening powers | | | | | | | |
CXXXVII | Saved by grace I live to tell | | | | | | | |
CXXXVIII | Hark, the jubilee is sounding | | | | | | | |
CXXXIX | Weary souls that [who] wander wide | | | | | | | |
CXL | The Lord Jehovah reigns, His throne is built on high | | | | | | | |
CXLI | Arise, my gracious God | | | | | | | |
CXLII | Soon as I heard my Father say | | | | | | | |
CXLIII | Glorious Savior of my soul | | | | | | | |
CXLIV | All glory to God in the sky, and peace upon earth be restored | | | | | | | |
CXLV | To us, to us a Child is born | | | | | | | |
CXLVI | Come, view the field of love divine | | | | | | | |
CXLVII | From the regions of love, lo, an angel descended | | | | | | | |
CXLVIII | Rejoice ye saints, no longer mourn | | | | | | | |
CXLIX | Hail, Father, Son, and Spirit great | | | | | | | |
CL | My God, my God, on thee I call | | | | | | | |
CLI | Now let a spacious world arise | | | | | | | |
CLII | Holy Lamb, who thee confess | | | | | | | |
CLIII | Behold, he comes, the Savior comes | | | | | | | |
CLIV | Tremble, my soul, fall down before | | | | | | | |
CLV | Why, O my soul, those gloomy fears | | | | | | | |
CLVI | Ever fainting with desire | | | | | | | |
CLVII | My God, for I can call thee mine | | | | | | | |
CLVIII | Jesus, my hiding place thou art | | | | | | | |
CLIX | Come descend O heavenly Spirit | | | | | | | |
CLX | O God, how mournful is my case | | | | | | | |
CLXI | When descending from the sky | | | | | | | |
CLXII | A charge to keep I have, A God to glorify | | | | | | | |
CLXIII | Into a world of ruffians sent | | | | | | | |
CLXIV | Hail, thou once despised Jesus | | | | | | | |
CLXV | My Savior's pierced side | | | | | | | |