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H.CI | A friend there is--your voices join | | | | | | | |
H.CII | Jesus, we claim thee for our own | | | | | | | |
H.CIII | Jesus, my love, my chief delight | | | | | | | |
H.CIV | Jesus, I sing thy matchless grace | | | | | | | |
H.CV | Jesus, I love thy charming name | | | | | | | |
H.CVI | Behold, the sin-atoning Lamb | | | | | | | |
H.CVII | Thou very Paschal Lamb | | | | | | | |
H.CVIII | Jesus, commission'd from above | | | | | | | |
H.CIX | Glory to God, who reigns above | | | | | | | |
H.CX | Ye glittering toys of earth, adieu | | | | | | | |
H.CXI | Deep are the wounds which sin has made | | | | | | | |
H.CXII | Jesus, since thou art still to-day | | | | | | | |
H.CXIII | Behold, the blind their sight receive! | | | | | | | |
H.CXIV | A good High Priest is come | | | | | | | |
H.CXV | 'Mong all the priests of Jewish race | | | | | | | |
H.CXVI | "I come," the great Redeemer cries | | | | | | | |
H.CXVII | Saviour divine, we know thy name | | | | | | | |
H.CXVIII | My soul, with joy attend | | | | | | | |
H.CXIX | While my Redeemer's near | | | | | | | |
H.CXX | Jesus, immutably the same | | | | | | | |
H.CXXI | Jesus, my all, to heav'n is gone | | | | | | | |
H.CXXII | I am, saith Christ, the Way | | | | | | | |
H.CXXIII | Compar'd with Christ, in all beside | | | | | | | |
H.CXXIV | Backsliders, who your misery feel | | | | | | | |
H.CXXV | All hail the pow'r of Jesus' name! | | | | | | | |
H.CXXVI | Come, gracious Spirit, heavenly Dove | | | | | | | |
H.CXXVII | At anchor laid, remote from home | | | | | | | |
H.CXXVIII | My God, what silken cords are thine! | | | | | | | |
H.CXXIX | Eternal Spirit! we confess | | | | | | | |
H.CXXX | Faith, 'tis a precious grace | | | | | | | |
H.CXXXI | Faith adds new charms to earthly bliss | | | | | | | |
H.CXXXII | Jesus, our souls' delightful choice | | | | | | | |
H.CXXXIII | Your harps, ye trembling saints | | | | | | | |
H.CXXXIV | Thrice happy souls who, born of heaven | | | | | | | |
H.CXXXV | Happy beyond description, he Who fears the Lord his God | | | | | | | |
H.CXXXVI | Am I a soldier of the cross | | | | | | | |
H.CXXXVII | Warm was his heart, his faith was strong | | | | | | | |
H.CXXXVIII | Behold the sons, the heirs of God | | | | | | | |
H.CXXXIX | O God, my Sun, thy blissful rays | | | | | | | |
H.CXL | Why sinks my weak, desponding mind? | | | | | | | |
H.CXLI | Sweet was the time when first I felt | | | | | | | |
H.CXLII | In darkest hours and greatest grief | | | | | | | |
H.CXLIII | Beneath thy frowns O Lord I lie | | | | | | | |
H.CXLIV | When I can read my title clear | | | | | | | |
H.CXLV | The saints should never be dismay'd | | | | | | | |
H.CXLVI | The righteous Lord, supremely great | | | | | | | |
H.CXLVII | Now let our voices join | | | | | | | |
H.CXLVIII | When darkness long has veil'd my mind | | | | | | | |
H.CXLIX | God shall alone the refuge be | | | | | | | |
H.CL | Yes, I would love thee, blessed God! | | | | | | | |
H.CLI | Of all the joys we mortals know | | | | | | | |
H.CLII | Come, let me love; or is my mind | | | | | | | |
H.CLIII | And have I, Christ, no love to thee | | | | | | | |
H.CLIV | My God, my Saviour, thee I love | | | | | | | |
H.CLV | Blest be the tie that binds | | | | | | | |
H.CLVI | Let party names no more | | | | | | | |
H.CLVII | Great Spirit of immortal love | | | | | | | |
H.CLVIII | I love the sons of grace | | | | | | | |
H.CLIX | No mortal ties can be compar'd | | | | | | | |
H.CLX | Aloud we sing the wondrous grace | | | | | | | |
H.CLXI | Dear Lord, though bitter is the cup | | | | | | | |
H.CLXII | Why should a living man complain | | | | | | | |
H.CLXIII | My times of sorrow and of joy | | | | | | | |
H.CLXIV | O Lord, my best desires fulfil | | | | | | | |
H.CLXV | And can my heart aspire so high | | | | | | | |
H.CLXVI | It is the Lord--enthron'd in light | | | | | | | |
H.CLXVII | Father, whate'er of earthly bliss | | | | | | | |
H.CLXVIII | Thus far my God hath led me on | | | | | | | |
H.CLXIX | Dost thou my profit seek | | | | | | | |
H.CLXX | With joy let each afflicted saint | | | | | | | |
H.CLXXI | And must I part with all I have | | | | | | | |
H.CLXXII | Dear Saviour, make me wise to see | | | | | | | |
H.CLXXIII | What strange perplexities arise? | | | | | | | |
H.CLXXIV | Now whilst I try my heart | | | | | | | |
H.CLXXV | Lord, didst thou die, but not for me? | | | | | | | |
H.CLXXVI | Sprinkled with reconciling blood | | | | | | | |
H.CLXXVII | And may I hope, that when no more | | | | | | | |
H.CLXXVIII | Resistless Sov'reign of the skies | | | | | | | |
H.CLXXIX | Blest men, who stretch their willing hands | | | | | | | |
H.CLXXX | While carnal men, with all their might | | | | | | | |
H.CLXXXI | Awake my soul, stretch ev'ry nerve | | | | | | | |
H.CLXXXII | My Captain sounds the alarm of war | | | | | | | |
H.CLXXXIII | Ye servants of the Lord | | | | | | | |
H.CLXXXIV | Hark! 'tis our heavenly Leader's voice | | | | | | | |
H.CLXXXV | In duties and in sufferings too | | | | | | | |
H.CLXXXVI | Religion is the chief concern | | | | | | | |
H.CLXXXVII | Lord, with a griev'd and aching heart | | | | | | | |
H.CLXXXVIII | Lord, at thy feet we sinners lie | | | | | | | |
H.CLXXXIX | Prostrate, dear Jesus, at thy feet | | | | | | | |
H.CXC | Why, O my soul, why weepest thou? | | | | | | | |
H.CXCI | The Lord will happiness divine | | | | | | | |
H.CXCII | With melting heart and weeping eyes | | | | | | | |
H.CXCIII | I would, but cannot sing | | | | | | | |
H.CXCIV | Come, mourning sinner, in whose breast | | | | | | | |
H.CXCV | Unto thine altar, Lord | | | | | | | |
H.CXCVI | So foolish, so absurd am I | | | | | | | |
H.CXCVII | O Lord, how vile am I | | | | | | | |
H.CXCVIII | Jesus, thou art the sinner's friend | | | | | | | |
H.CXCIX | Behold a sinner, gracious Lord | | | | | | | |
H.CC | Beside the gospel pool | | | | | | | |