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H.I | Eternal God! Almighty cause | | | | | | | |
H.II | Great Former of this various frame | | | | | | | |
H.III | Thy names, how infinite they be | | | | | | | |
H.IV | Keep silence all created things | | | | | | | |
H.V | What is our God, or what his name | | | | | | | |
H.VI | Rise, rise, my soul, and leave the ground | | | | | | | |
H.VII | Lord, we are blind, we mortals blind | | | | | | | |
H.VIII | Eternal Wisdom, thee we praise | | | | | | | |
H.IX | God moves in a mysterious way | | | | | | | |
H.X | Great God of providence! thy ways | | | | | | | |
H.XI | How are thy servants bless'd, O Lord | | | | | | | |
H.XII | Thy way, O God, is in the sea | | | | | | | |
H.XIII | Lord, how mysterious are thy ways | | | | | | | |
H.XIV | Lord, we adore thy vast designs | | | | | | | |
H.XV | Adam our father and our head | | | | | | | |
H.XVI | Arise my tenderest thoughts, arise | | | | | | | |
H.XVII | How precious is the book divine | | | | | | | |
H.XVIII | When Israel through the desert pass'd | | | | | | | |
H.XIX | Let avarice from shore to shore | | | | | | | |
H.XX | Raise, thoughtless sinner, raise thine eye | | | | | | | |
H.XXI | Here, Lord, my soul convicted stands | | | | | | | |
H.XXII | No strength of nature can suffice | | | | | | | |
H.XXIII | Curst be the man, for ever curst | | | | | | | |
H.XXIV | Israel in ancient days | | | | | | | |
H.XXV | On Sion, his own holy mount | | | | | | | |
H.XXVI | Blow you the trumpet, blow | | | | | | | |
H.XXVII | Loud let the tuneful trumpet sound | | | | | | | |
H.XXVIII | What wisdom, majesty and grace | | | | | | | |
H.XXIX | What shall the dying sinner do | | | | | | | |
H.XXX | Shall Atheists dare insult the cross | | | | | | | |
H.XXXI | Who shall condemn to endless flames | | | | | | | |
H.XXXII | O my distrustful heart | | | | | | | |
H.XXXIII | Sov'reign of all the worlds on high | | | | | | | |
H.XXXIV | My God, the covenant of thy love | | | | | | | |
H.XXXV | O Lord my God, whose sov'reign love | | | | | | | |
H.XXXVI | Enslav'd by sin and bound in chains | | | | | | | |
H.XXXVII | 'Tis finished, so the Saviour cried | | | | | | | |
H.XXXVIII | Hail! mighty Jesus, how divine | | | | | | | |
H.XXXIX | Once as the Saviour pass'd along | | | | | | | |
H.XL | When some kind shepherd from his fold | | | | | | | |
H.XLI | As on the cross the Saviour hung | | | | | | | |
H.XLII | To God, my saviour and my king | | | | | | | |
H.XLIII | Grace! 'tis a charming sound! | | | | | | | |
H.XLIV | To distant realms let monarchs spread | | | | | | | |
H.XLV | Dear Saviour we are thine | | | | | | | |
H.XLVI | When sins and fears prevailing rise | | | | | | | |
H.XLVII | Wherewith, O Lord, shall I draw near | | | | | | | |
H.XLVIII | Jesus, thy blood and righteousness | | | | | | | |
H.XLIX | Great God of wonders! all thy ways | | | | | | | |
H.L | How oft, alas! this wretched heart | | | | | | | |
H.LI | Forgiveness! 'tis a joyful sound | | | | | | | |
H.LII | My sorrows like a flood | | | | | | | |
H.LIII | My Saviour, let me hear thy voice | | | | | | | |
H.LIV | What mean these jealousies and fears | | | | | | | |
H.LV | Salvation through our dying God | | | | | | | |
H.LVI | Salvation! O melodious sound | | | | | | | |
H.LVII | My rising soul, with strong desires | | | | | | | |
H.LVIII | O for a closer walk with God | | | | | | | |
H.LVIX | O that I knew the secret place | | | | | | | |
H.LX | From all that's mortal, all that's vain | | | | | | | |
H.LXI | Lord, hast thou made me know thy ways? | | | | | | | |
H.LXII | Jesus, my Saviour and my God | | | | | | | |
H.LXIII | "Come sinners," saith the mighty God | | | | | | | |
H.LXIV | Ye dying sons of men | | | | | | | |
H.LXV | The Saviour calls--ye mourners hear | | | | | | | |
H.LXVI | When by the tempter's wiles betray'd | | | | | | | |
H.LXVII | Afflicted saint, to Christ draw near | | | | | | | |
H.LXVIII | And art thou with us, gracious Lord | | | | | | | |
H.LXIX | Kind are the words that Jesus speaks | | | | | | | |
H.LXX | My God, how cheerful is the sound | | | | | | | |
H.LXXI | Ye little flock, whom Jesus feeds | | | | | | | |
H.LXXII | Mortals, awake, with angels join | | | | | | | |
H.LXXIII | When at this distance, Lord, we trace | | | | | | | |
H.LXXIV | Ye that pass by, behold the man | | | | | | | |
H.LXXV | Stretch'd on the cross the Saviour dies | | | | | | | |
H.LXXVI | Yonder--amazing sight!--I see | | | | | | | |
H.LXXVII | Ye trembling souls, who still decline | | | | | | | |
H.LXXVIII | When on the cross my Lord I see | | | | | | | |
H.LXXIX | God's nature and his name we read | | | | | | | |
H.LXXX | Yes, the Redeemer rose | | | | | | | |
H.LXXXI | When I the holy grave survey | | | | | | | |
H.LXXXII | Ye humble souls, that seek the Lord | | | | | | | |
H.LXXXIII | Our Lord is risen from the dead | | | | | | | |
H.LXXXIV | He lives, the great Redeemer lives | | | | | | | |
H.LXXXV | Awake, sweet gratitude, and sing | | | | | | | |
H.LXXXVI | Now let our cheerful eyes survey | | | | | | | |
H.LXXXVII | Saviour of men, and Lord of love | | | | | | | |
H.LXXXVIII | Now let us raise our cheerful strains | | | | | | | |
H.LXXXIX | The deluge at th'Almighty's call | | | | | | | |
H.XC | Where is my God? does he retire | | | | | | | |
H.XCI | When Isra'l's grieving tribes complain'd | | | | | | | |
H.XCII | Depraved minds on ashes feed | | | | | | | |
H.XCIII | Jesus, the heavenly lover, gave | | | | | | | |
H.XCIV | Ye worlds of light, that roll so near | | | | | | | |
H.XCV | Lord, dost thou show a corner-stone | | | | | | | |
H.XCVI | Infinite excellence is thine | | | | | | | |
H.XCVII | Awake, our souls, and bless his name | | | | | | | |
H.XCVIII | Jesus the Lord, our souls adore | | | | | | | |
H.XCIX | There is a fountain fill'd with blood | | | | | | | |
H.C | Poor, weak, and worthless though I am | | | | | | | |