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101 | Father of mercies, God of love! | | | | | | | |
102 | Mortals, awake, with angels join | | | | | | | |
103 | Shepherds, rejoice; lift up your eyes | | | | | | | |
104 | Hark!--the herald angels sing | | | | | | | |
105 | Hark, the glad sound, the Saviour comes | | | | | | | |
106 | And is the gospel peace and love? | | | | | | | |
107 | My dear Redeemer, and my Lord | | | | | | | |
108 | On Tabor's top the Saviour stands | | | | | | | |
109 | 'Tis midnight--and on Olive's brow | | | | | | | |
110 | Stretch'd on the cross, the Saviour dies | | | | | | | |
111 | O love divine, what hast thou done! | | | | | | | |
112 | Yonder--amazing sight--I see | | | | | | | |
113 | Hark! the voice of love and mercy | | | | | | | |
114 | 'Tis finish'd! so the Saviour cried | | | | | | | |
115 | He dies!--the Friend of sinners dies! | | | | | | | |
116 | To the cross where Jesus dies | | | | | | | |
117 | Angels! roll the rock away! | | | | | | | |
118 | Hail, the day that saw him rise | | | | | | | |
119 | It is the voice of love divine | | | | | | | |
120 | The mighty frame of glorious grace | | | | | | | |
121 | Come, every pious heart | | | | | | | |
122 | He lives, the great Redeemer lives | | | | | | | |
123 | All hail the power of Jesus' name! | | | | | | | |
124 | Rejoice, the Lord is King | | | | | | | |
125 | Where is my God?--does he retire | | | | | | | |
126 | One there is, above all others | | | | | | | |
127 | Majestic sweetness sits enthron'd | | | | | | | |
128 | There is a fountain fill'd with blood | | | | | | | |
129 | Hail, sov'reign love, that first began | | | | | | | |
130 | He who on earth as man was known | | | | | | | |
131 | Not all the blood of beasts | | | | | | | |
132 | Light of those whose dreary dwelling | | | | | | | |
133 | Ye glittering toys of earth, adieu | | | | | | | |
134 | Deep are the wounds which sin has made | | | | | | | |
135 | How lost was my condition | | | | | | | |
136 | Great High Priest, we view thee stooping | | | | | | | |
137 | The Saviour! Oh, what endless charms | | | | | | | |
138 | Once on the raging seas I rode | | | | | | | |
139 | Jesus, my all, to heav'n is gone | | | | | | | |
140 | "What think ye of Christ?" is the test | | | | | | | |
141 | Not all the nobles of the earth | | | | | | | |
142 | How shall the sons of men appear | | | | | | | |
143 | Oh! for a closer walk with God | | | | | | | |
144 | Oh! that I knew the secret place | | | | | | | |
145 | Oh, could I find from day to day | | | | | | | |
146 | Keep silence--all created things | | | | | | | |
147 | Wait, O my soul, thy Maker's will! | | | | | | | |
148 | God, from his throne, with piercing eye | | | | | | | |
149 | Ah, wretched souls are they, who hear | | | | | | | |
150 | Hearts of stone, relent, relent | | | | | | | |
151 | In songs of sublime adoration and praise | | | | | | | |
152 | Let us adore the grace that seeks | | | | | | | |
153 | Now may the Lord reveal his face | | | | | | | |
154 | Grace! 'tis a charming sound | | | | | | | |
155 | Amazing grace! how sweet the sound | | | | | | | |
156 | Sov'reign grace hath power alone | | | | | | | |
157 | How oft, alas! this wretched heart | | | | | | | |
158 | As on the cross the Saviour hung | | | | | | | |
159 | Forgiveness! 'tis a joyful sound | | | | | | | |
160 | To God I cry'd, when troubles rose | | | | | | | |
161 | How firm a foundation, ye saints of the Lord | | | | | | | |
162 | The deluge, at th' Almighty's call | | | | | | | |
163 | Now begin the heav'nly theme | | | | | | | |
164 | Plung'd in a gulph of dark despair | | | | | | | |
165 | Prepare a thankful song | | | | | | | |
166 | Sinners, this solemn truth regard | | | | | | | |
167 | Attend, while God's exalted Son | | | | | | | |
168 | Can aught beneath a power divine | | | | | | | |
169 | Hail! mighty Jesus; how divine | | | | | | | |
170 | Where shall we sinners hide our heads? | | | | | | | |
171 | While Sinai roars, and round the earth | | | | | | | |
172 | How long beneath the law I lay | | | | | | | |
173 | What shall the dying sinner do | | | | | | | |
174 | A present God is all our strength | | | | | | | |
175 | Sure the blest Comforter is nigh | | | | | | | |
176 | Blest Comforter Divine! | | | | | | | |
177 | Come, Holy spirit, heav'nly Dove | | | | | | | |
178 | Holy Ghost, dispel our sadness | | | | | | | |
179 | Come, Holy Spirit, come | | | | | | | |
180 | Descend, Holy Spirit, the Dove | | | | | | | |
181 | Eternal Spirit, source of light | | | | | | | |
182 | Stay, thou insulted Spirit, stay | | | | | | | |
183 | Didst thou, dear Jesus, suffer shame | | | | | | | |
184 | Blest is the man whose soft'ning heart | | | | | | | |
185 | O God, whose favorable eye | | | | | | | |
186 | When gathering clouds around I view | | | | | | | |
187 | Grant, Lord, I may delight in thee | | | | | | | |
188 | The Lord will happiness divine | | | | | | | |
189 | The moment a sinner believes | | | | | | | |
190 | Not the best deeds that we have done | | | | | | | |
191 | The Lord receives his highest praise | | | | | | | |
192 | Faith adds new charms to earthly bliss | | | | | | | |
193 | Am I a soldier of the cross | | | | | | | |
194 | Since we, and all our treasures too | | | | | | | |
195 | Behold the sons the heirs of God | | | | | | | |
196 | Ye humble souls, complain no more | | | | | | | |
197 | Had I a throne above the rest | | | | | | | |
198 | Oh, could I find some peaceful bow'r | | | | | | | |
199 | What sinners value I resign | | | | | | | |
200 | O my soul, what means this sadness? | | | | | | | |