# | Text | Tune | | | | | | |
I | When descending from the sky | | | | | | | |
II | See the gloomy gathering cloud | | | | | | | |
III | Jesus, at thy command | | | | | | | |
IV | Listed into the cause of sin | | | | | | | |
V | How happy every child of grace | | | | | | | |
VI | Hail the gospel jubilee | | | | | | | |
VII | Vital spark of heavenly flame | | | | | | | |
VIII | Burst ye em'rald gates and bring | | | | | | | |
IX | Lo, he cometh! countless trumpets | | | | | | | |
X | 'Tis my happiness below | | | | | | | |
XI | When my Saviour, my Shepherd is near | | | | | | | |
XII | Sav'd by grace I live to tell | | | | | | | |
XIII | The voice of free grace cries, escape to the mountain! | | | | | | | |
XIV | Come all ye Zion travellers | | | | | | | |
XV | Come all ye mourning pilgrims now | | | | | | | |
XVI | Hark my soul the trumpet's sounding | | | | | | | |
XVII | Hark! the jubilee is sounding | | | | | | | |
XVIII | Jesus! and shall it ever be | | | | | | | |
XIX | Come ye that love the Lord indeed | | | | | | | |
XX | Hail, sov'reign love that first began | | | | | | | |
XXI | See the eternal Judge descending | | | | | | | |
XXII | The rising youth espouse the cause | | | | | | | |
XXIII | O when shall I see Jesus | | | | | | | |
XXIV | Sing to the great Jehovah's praise | | | | | | | |
XXV | Lo! the God by whom salvation | | | | | | | |
XXVI | Ye souls that trust in Christ, rejoice | | | | | | | |
XXVII | Dear Jesus here comes and knocks at thy door | | | | | | | |
XXVIII | Come, O thou traveller unknown | | | | | | | |
XXIX | Yield to me now, for I am weak | | | | | | | |
XXX | Come friends and relations let's join heart and hand | | | | | | | |
XXXI | Ye soldiers of Jesus awake from your sleep | | | | | | | |
XXXII | Come ye sinners, poor and needy | | | | | | | |
XXXIII | From the regions of love | | | | | | | |
XXXIV | Throughout our Saviour's life we trace | | | | | | | |
XXXV | Did'st thou dear Jesus suffer shame | | | | | | | |
XXXVI | The Saviour meets his flock today | | | | | | | |
XXXVII | All hail the power of Jesus' name | | | | | | | |
XXXVIII | What various hindrances we meet | | | | | | | |
XXXIX | Come, O my doubting soul, attend | | | | | | | |
XL | Ye saints attend the Saviour's voice | | | | | | | |
XLI | Hail the day that sees him rise | | | | | | | |
XLII | Jesus thy blood and righteousness | | | | | | | |
XLIII | Hark! how the gospel trumpet sounds | | | | | | | |
XLIV | Now whilst I try my heart | | | | | | | |
XLV | Raise thoughtless sinner, raise thine eye | | | | | | | |
XLVI | Hark, the glad sound, the Saviour comes | | | | | | | |
XLVII | Rise my soul and stretch thy wings | | | | | | | |
XLVIII[XLVII] | Luke warm souls the foe grows stronger | | | | | | | |
XLIX | Stop poor sinner, stop and think | | | | | | | |
L | The Lord into his garden's comes | | | | | | | |
L2[L] | Through all the world below | | | | | | | |
LI | My Saviour's name, I'll gladly sing | | | | | | | |
LII | A soldier Lord, thou hast me made | | | | | | | |
LIII | Wand'ring Pilgrim, mourning Christian | | | | | | | |
LIV | Our souls by love together knit | | | | | | | |
LV | Oh, how I have long'd for the coming of God | | | | | | | |
LVI | Oh! give me Lord my sins to mourn | | | | | | | |
LVII | The glorious day is drawing nigh | | | | | | | |
LVIII | Almighty love inspire | | | | | | | |
LIX | Jesus, grant us all a blessing | | | | | | | |
LX | O God my heart with love inflame | | | | | | | |
LXI | Jerusalem my happy home | | | | | | | |
LXII | I'll sing my Saviour's grace | | | | | | | |
LXIII | My soul's full of glory, it fires my tongue | | | | | | | |
LXIV | No wonder to me | | | | | | | |
LXV | Christians, don't you want a teacher | | | | | | | |
LXVI | Attend ye saints and hear me tell | | | | | | | |
LXVII | I long to see the season come | | | | | | | |
LXVIII | Prest my soul with future prospect | | | | | | | |
LXIX | Ah! doleful was the night | | | | | | | |
LXX | If ever pity mov'd thee | | | | | | | |
LXXI | O thou God of my salvation | | | | | | | |
LXXII | Awak'd by Sinai's awful sound | | | | | | | |
LXXIII | Come all ye mourning pilgrims dear | | | | | | | |
LXXIV | The reason we love friendship | | | | | | | |
LXXV | The sacred ties of friendship | | | | | | | |
LXXVI | The trump of the gospel resounds through the land | | | | | | | |
LXXVII | To thee, my God, I hourly sigh | | | | | | | |
LXXVIII | A soldier of the cross am I | | | | | | | |
LXXIX | When Joseph his brethren beheld | | | | | | | |
LXXX | How lost was my condition | | | | | | | |
LXXXI | Jesus Christ the Lord's anointed | | | | | | | |
LXXXII | Thy mercies, Lord, to thousands dear | | | | | | | |
LXXXIII | Thy boundless mercy Lord I sing | | | | | | | |
LXXXIV | By faith I live, by faith I see | | | | | | | |
LXXXV | By thy permission, gracious Lord | | | | | | | |
LXXXVI | Let awful pow'r arrest | | | | | | | |
LXXXVII | Father, omnipotent divine | | | | | | | |
LXXXVIII | Ye sons of God, your tongues employ | | | | | | | |
LXXXIX | Brethren, the Lord divinely wise | | | | | | | |
XC[XCI] | Come, then, my brethren, fear no ill | | | | | | | |
XCI | Great God, thy kingdom is begun | | | | | | | |
XCII | Come, brethren, let us all enquire | | | | | | | |
XCIII | We travel through a barren land | | | | | | | |
XCIV | See slow and solemn move along | | | | | | | |
XCV | Ye mourning souls, with grief oppress'd | | | | | | | |
XCVI | Lord, at thy sacred feet | | | | | | | |
XCVII | While in this lower world we dwell | | | | | | | |
XCVIII | Wouldst thou, my soul, to heav'n arise | | | | | | | |
XCIX | We dwell among the sons of night | | | | | | | |