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1 | Now may the Spirit's holy fire | | | | | | | |
2 | Once more we come before our God | | | | | | | |
3 | Lord, in the morning thou shalt hear | | | | | | | |
4 | With rev'rence let the saints appear | | | | | | | |
5 | The Saviour calls, - let ev'ry ear | | | | | | | |
6 | O for a thousand tongues to sing | | | | | | | |
7 | Thou only source of true delight | | | | | | | |
8 | The Lord, descending from above | | | | | | | |
9 | Let them neglect thy glory, Lord | | | | | | | |
10 | Frequent the day of God returns | | | | | | | |
11 | Sprinkled with reconciling blood | | | | | | | |
12 | The praise of Zion waits for thee | | | | | | | |
13 | Another six days work is done | | | | | | | |
14 | What various hindrances we meet | | | | | | | |
15 | Bless O my soul, the living God | | | | | | | |
16 | Awake, my soul, in joyful lays | | | | | | | |
17 | "Come hither, all ye weary souls | | | | | | | |
18 | Come gracious Spirit, heav'nly dove | | | | | | | |
19 | Before Jehovah's awful throne | | | | | | | |
20 | Ye nations round the earth, rejoice | | | | | | | |
21 | Welcome sweet day of rest | | | | | | | |
22 | Come, Holy Spirit, come | | | | | | | |
23 | Come, we that love the Lord | | | | | | | |
24 | Come, sound his praise abroad | | | | | | | |
25 | Salvation to our God | | | | | | | |
26 | Eternal Wisdom thee we praise | | | | | | | |
27 | Lord when our raptur'd thought surveys | | | | | | | |
28 | Father of mercies, in thy word | | | | | | | |
29 | O for an heart to praise my God! | | | | | | | |
30 | Come, Lord, and warm each languid heart | | | | | | | |
31 | Come, holy Spirit, heav'nly Dove | | | | | | | |
32 | Jesus the eternal Son of God | | | | | | | |
33 | Sweet is the mem'ry of thy grace | | | | | | | |
34 | Earth has detain'd me prisoner long | | | | | | | |
35 | What shall I render to my God | | | | | | | |
36 | Father, I sing thy wond'rous grace | | | | | | | |
37 | My soul how lovely is the place | | | | | | | |
38 | Ye trembling souls dismiss your fears | | | | | | | |
39 | What Wisdom, Majesty and grace | | | | | | | |
40 | O Lord, our Lord, how wond'rous great | | | | | | | |
41 | Great God, indulge my humble claim | | | | | | | |
42 | Give to our God immortal praise | | | | | | | |
43 | Eternal power, whose high abode | | | | | | | |
44 | Thou art, O God! a Spirit pure | | | | | | | |
45 | Great former of this various frame | | | | | | | |
46 | Loud let the tuneful trumpet sound | | | | | | | |
47 | Does it not grief and wonder move | | | | | | | |
48 | The heav'ns declare thy glory, Lord | | | | | | | |
49 | High in the heav'ns, eternal God | | | | | | | |
50 | The king of saints, how fair his face | | | | | | | |
51 | Lord, when thou didst ascend on high | | | | | | | |
52 | So let our lips and lives express | | | | | | | |
53 | Far from my thoughts, vain world, be gone | | | | | | | |
54 | Thus saith the wisdom of the Lord | | | | | | | |
55 | Come, sinners, saith the mighty God | | | | | | | |
56 | Assist us Lord, thy name to praise | | | | | | | |
57 | O that the Lord would guide my ways | | | | | | | |
58 | Jesus, I love thy charming name | | | | | | | |
59 | With heart and lips unfeign'd | | | | | | | |
60 | Blest are the souls that hear & know | | | | | | | |
61 | Rich grace, free grace most sweetly calls | | | | | | | |
62 | Out of the deeps of long distress | | | | | | | |
63 | Awake, sweet gratitude, and sing | | | | | | | |
64 | Hosanna to the Prince of light | | | | | | | |
65 | A Form of words, tho' e'er so sound | | | | | | | |
66 | Come, humble sinner, in whose breast | | | | | | | |
67 | Lord, when I read the traitor's doom | | | | | | | |
68 | Father, before we hence depart | | | | | | | |
69 | In vain Apollos' silver tongue | | | | | | | |
70 | There is a land of pure delight | | | | | | | |
71 | Now may the God of peace & love | | | | | | | |
72 | Not unto us, but thee alone | | | | | | | |
73 | My God, my portion, and my love | | | | | | | |
74 | Eternal source of joys divine | | | | | | | |
75 | Arise, my soul, my joyful powers | | | | | | | |
76 | And now, my soul, another year | | | | | | | |
77 | Yonder - amazing sight! - I see | | | | | | | |
78 | O Thou whose tender mercy hears | | | | | | | |
79 | God moves in a mysterious way | | | | | | | |
80 | From thee, my God, my joys shall rise | | | | | | | |
81 | Dress uniform the soldier's wear | | | | | | | |
82 | Glory to God, who gave the word | | | | | | | |
83 | Alas! and did my Saviour bleed! | | | | | | | |
84 | Awake, ye saints, and lift your eyes | | | | | | | |
85 | Now, Lord, the heav'nly seed is sown | | | | | | | |
86 | O Jesu, Jesu, dearest Lord | | | | | | | |
87 | My Saviour, my Almighty friend | | | | | | | |
88 | To our Redeemer's glorious name | | | | | | | |
89 | Alas, what hourly dangers rise! | | | | | | | |
90 | Oft I reflect upon thy grace | | | | | | | |
91 | He is a God of sov'reign love | | | | | | | |
92 | God of all consolation, take | | | | | | | |
93 | To thee, my God, I hourly sigh | | | | | | | |
94 | The souls that would to Jesus press | | | | | | | |
95 | When I can read my title clear | | | | | | | |
96 | Naked as from the earth we came | | | | | | | |
97 | Am I a soldier of the cross | | | | | | | |
98 | Let ev'ry mortal ear attend | | | | | | | |
99 | Blest is the man who shuns the place | | | | | | | |
100 | Father, I stretch my hands to thee | | | | | | | |