# | Text | Tune | | | | | | |
101 | Great God in vain man's narrow view | | | | | | | |
102 | See in the vineyard of the Lord | | | | | | | |
103 | And did the Holy and the Just | | | | | | | |
104 | Christ is merciful and mild | | | | | | | |
105 | Come, children, come to God | | | | | | | |
106 | Saviour, when in dust to thee | | | | | | | |
107 | Lord, it is not life to live, If thy presence thou deny | | | | | | | |
108 | Jesus Christ, my Lord and Savior, Once became | | | | | | | |
109 | To thy pastures green and fair | | | | | | | |
110 | Jesus shall reign where'er the sun | | | | | | | |
111 | I'm not ashamed to own my [the] Lord | | | | | | | |
112 | Joy to the world, the Lord is [has] come | | | | | | | |
113 | Raise your triumphant songs | | | | | | | |
114 | Jesus, where'er thy people meet | | | | | | | |
115 | Dearest of all the names above, My Jesus and my God | | | | | | | |
116 | Hark, the voice of love and mercy | | | | | | | |
117 | Majestic sweetness sits enthroned upon the Savior's brow | | | | | | | |
118 | Savior, like a shepherd lead us | | | | | | | |
119 | Plunged in a [the] gulf of dark [deep] despair | | | | | | | |
120 | My God, thy boundless love I [we] praise | | | | | | | |
121 | Thou blest Redeemer, dying Lamb | | | | | | | |
122 | One there is above all others, well [who] deserves | | | | | | | |
123 | Awake, my soul, in [to] joyful [joyous] lays | | | | | | | |
124 | He dies, the friend of sinners dies | | | | | | | |
125 | Jesus, Lover [Savior] of my soul, Let me to thy bosom [refuge] fly | | | | | | | |
126 | Not all the blood of beast [beasts], On Jewish altars | | | | | | | |
127 | Light of those whose dreary dwelling | | | | | | | |
128 | Rock of Ages, cleft for me, Let me hide myself in Thee | | | | | | | |
129 | Hark, what mean those holy voices | | | | | | | |
130 | Do not I love thee, O my Lord [God]? Behold my heart and see | | | | | | | |
131 | A dread and solemn hour | | | | | | | |
132 | Hark, the herald angels say | | | | | | | |
133 | I saw one hanging on a [the] tree | | | | | | | |
134 | When I survey the wondrous cross | | | | | | | |
135 | Jesus gives us true repentance | | | | | | | |
136 | Sweet the moments, rich in blessing | | | | | | | |
137 | My dear Redeemer, and my Lord | | | | | | | |
138 | I want to be like Jesus, So lowly and so meek | | | | | | | |
139 | No more, my God, I boast no more, Of all the duties I have done | | | | | | | |
140 | To me, O Lord, be thou the way | | | | | | | |
141 | Alas, and did my Savior bleed? And did my Sovereign die? | | | | | | | |
142 | Jesus, my truth, my way | | | | | | | |
143 | Thou only Sovereign of my heart | | | | | | | |
144 | How tedious and tasteless [restless and tiresome] the hours | | | | | | | |
145 | To Jesus, the crown of my [our] hope | | | | | | | |
146 | My gracious Redeemer I [I'll] love | | | | | | | |
147 | From pole to pole let others roam | | | | | | | |
148 | When, his salvation bringing [sending] | | | | | | | |
149 | What a strange and wondrous story | | | | | | | |
150 | Jesus, and shall it ever be | | | | | | | |
151 | To thee, my God and Savior | | | | | | | |
152 | With joy we meditate the [thy] grace | | | | | | | |
153 | ôTis finished, so the Savior cried, and meekly | | | | | | | |
154 | O spirit of love, who dwellest on high | | | | | | | |
155 | O for the happy hour when God | | | | | | | |
156 | Come, Holy Spirit, come | | | | | | | |
157 | 'Tis not by power, 'tis not by might | | | | | | | |
158 | The Spirit in our hearts is whispering sinner come | | | | | | | |
159 | Amazing grace, how sweet the sound, That saved | | | | | | | |
160 | Nor eye hath seen nor ear hath heard | | | | | | | |
161 | Grace, 'tis a charming [cheering] [joyful] [pleasing] sound | | | | | | | |
162 | Lord, we confess our numerous faults | | | | | | | |
163 | Say, sinner, hath a voice within | | | | | | | |
164 | Not all the outward forms on earth, Nor rites that God hath given | | | | | | | |
165 | Come, Holy Spirit, heavenly dove | | | | | | | |
166 | Love divine, all loves [love] excelling | | | | | | | |
167 | Salvation, O the joyful sound | | | | | | | |
168 | O how divine how sweet the joy | | | | | | | |
169 | Behold the morning sun | | | | | | | |
170 | In humble prayer O may I read | | | | | | | |
171 | I hold the sacred book of God | | | | | | | |
172 | Lord, to thy feet I fain would go | | | | | | | |
173 | Let all the heathen writers join | | | | | | | |
174 | The heavens declare thy glory, Lord, in every star | | | | | | | |
175 | How shall the young secure their hearts | | | | | | | |
176 | Great God, with wonder and with praise | | | | | | | |
177 | How precious is the book divine | | | | | | | |
178 | Holy Bible, book divine | | | | | | | |
179 | Blest are the souls that [who] hear and know | | | | | | | |
180 | Laden with guilt, and full of fears | | | | | | | |
181 | The Bible, the Bible, More precious than gold | | | | | | | |
182 | Oppressed with guilt and full of fears | | | | | | | |
183 | We won't [we'll not] give up the Bible, God's holy book of truth | | | | | | | |
184 | The moon has but a borrowed light | | | | | | | |
185 | Hark, 'tis a martial sound | | | | | | | |
186 | Father, I bless thy gentle hand | | | | | | | |
187 | How pleasant 'tis to see | | | | | | | |
188 | The billows swell, the winds are high | | | | | | | |
189 | Encompassed with clouds of distress | | | | | | | |
190 | Go, when the morning shineth | | | | | | | |
191 | Peace, troubled soul, whose [thy] plaintive moan | | | | | | | |
192 | Now is the accepted time | | | | | | | |
193 | Awaked by Sinai's awful sound | | | | | | | |
194 | Who shall ascend thy heavenly [holy] place | | | | | | | |
195 | Lord, what a thoughtless wretch was I | | | | | | | |
196 | Why should we spend our youthful days | | | | | | | |
197 | I hate the tempter and his charms | | | | | | | |
198 | Had I the tongues of Greeks and Jews | | | | | | | |
199 | How vain are all things here below | | | | | | | |
200 | All hail the power of Jesus' name, Let angels prostrate fall | | | | | | | |