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1 | Ere mountains reared their forms sublime | | | | | | | |
2 | Thou God of power, thou God of love | | | | | | | |
3 | Eternal Power, whose high abode | | | | | | | |
4 | Father, how wide thy glory shines | | | | | | | |
5 | Before Jehovah's awful throne | | | | | | | |
6 | Come sound his praise abroad | | | | | | | |
7 | Lord, all I am is known to Thee | | | | | | | |
8 | Father of spirits, nature's God | | | | | | | |
9 | Let every tongue thy goodness speak | | | | | | | |
10 | Jehovah, God, thy gracious power | | | | | | | |
11[15] | To us a Child of hope is born | | | | | | | |
12[16] | Father, our hearts we lift | | | | | | | |
13 | O for a thousand tongues to sing | | | | | | | |
14 | 'Tis midnight, and on Olive's brow | | | | | | | |
15 | Jesus, with all thy saints above | | | | | | | |
16[19] | Extended on a cursed tree | | | | | | | |
17[20] | He dies, the friend of sinners dies | | | | | | | |
18[21] | To us a child, of royal birth | | | | | | | |
19[22] | Hark, the herald angels sing, glory to the newborn King | | | | | | | |
20 | As shepherds watched their flocks by night | | | | | | | |
21 | Hark, the glad sound, the Savior comes | | | | | | | |
22[23] | Behold the Savior of mankind | | | | | | | |
23[24] | Ye that pass by, behold the man | | | | | | | |
24 | From whence these direful omens around | | | | | | | |
25 | Alas, and did my Savior bleed? And did my Sovereign die? | | | | | | | |
26 | He dies, the friend of sinners dies | | | | | | | |
27 | The Lord is risen indeed | | | | | | | |
28 | That doleful night before his death | | | | | | | |
29 | Glory to God on high | | | | | | | |
30 | Plunged in a gulf of dark despair | | | | | | | |
31 | Our sins on Christ were laid | | | | | | | |
32 | Jesus, thou Source divine | | | | | | | |
33 | Jesus, and shall it ever be | | | | | | | |
34 | With joy we meditate the grace | | | | | | | |
35 | Lord, how shall sinners dare Look up to thine abode | | | | | | | |
36[11] | Father, to thee my soul I lift | | | | | | | |
37[12] | Great God, accept a heart | | | | | | | |
38 | What majesty and grace | | | | | | | |
39 | Thy ceaseless, unexhausted love | | | | | | | |
40 | There is a fountain filled with blood | | | | | | | |
41 | Not all the blood of beasts | | | | | | | |
42 | Jesus, we on the word depend | | | | | | | |
43 | Lord, we believe to us and ours | | | | | | | |
44 | Sinners, lift up your hearts | | | | | | | |
45 | Holy Spirit, fount of blessing | | | | | | | |
46 | Come, Holy Spirit, heavenly dove | | | | | | | |
47 | To us the voice of wisdom cries | | | | | | | |
48 | God, in the gospel of his Son | | | | | | | |
49 | Wisdom divine, who tells the price | | | | | | | |
50 | O happy is the man who hears | | | | | | | |
51 | Holy Bible, book divine! | | | | | | | |
52 | Before thy mercy seat, O Lord | | | | | | | |
53 | Thy law is perfect, Lord of light | | | | | | | |
54 | How perfect is thy word | | | | | | | |
55 | O that the Lord would guide my ways | | | | | | | |
56 | Lord, I esteem thy judgments right | | | | | | | |
57 | Sinners, turn; why will ye die? | | | | | | | |
58 | Sinners, turn, while God is near | | | | | | | |
59 | Faith, 'tis a precious gift | | | | | | | |
60 | Mistaken souls! that dream of heaven | | | | | | | |
61 | Faith is the brightest evidence | | | | | | | |
62 | 'Tis by the faith of joys to come | | | | | | | |
63 | Father of Jesus Christ, my Lord | | | | | | | |
64 | Father of Jesus Christ, the Just | | | | | | | |
65 | Spirit of faith, come down | | | | | | | |
66 | Rock of Ages, cleft for me | | | | | | | |
67 | O God, we praise thee and confess | | | | | | | |
68 | Blest be the Father and his love | | | | | | | |
69 | The praying spirit breathe | | | | | | | |
70 | Open, Lord, my inward ear | | | | | | | |
71 | Prayer is appointed to convey | | | | | | | |
72 | Prayer is the soul's sincere desire | | | | | | | |
73 | Savior, when in dust to thee | | | | | | | |
74 | From every stormy wind that blows | | | | | | | |
75 | Arise, my soul, arise, shake off | | | | | | | |
76 | Great God indulge my humble claim | | | | | | | |
77 | Sovereign of all the worlds on high | | | | | | | |
78 | O for a heart to praise my God | | | | | | | |
79 | The thing my God doth hate | | | | | | | |
80 | Welcome, sweet day of rest | | | | | | | |
81 | This is the day the Lord hath made | | | | | | | |
82 | Sweet is the work, my God, my King | | | | | | | |
83 | The light of Sabbath eve is fading | | | | | | | |
84 | I want a principle within | | | | | | | |
85 | Arise, my soul, on wings sublime | | | | | | | |
86 | What cheering words are these | | | | | | | |
87 | The man is ever blest | | | | | | | |
88 | Saints at your heavenly Father's word | | | | | | | |
89 | O Lord, my best desire fulfill | | | | | | | |
90 | Jesus, I my cross have taken, all to leave | | | | | | | |
91 | This slumber from my spirit shakes | | | | | | | |
92 | Wherefore should man, frail child of clay | | | | | | | |
93 | Thus saith the high and lofty One | | | | | | | |
94 | Thou Lamb of God, thou Prince of Peace | | | | | | | |
95 | Not diff'rent food, nor diff'rent dress | | | | | | | |
96 | Lo what an entertaining sight | | | | | | | |
97 | One there is above all others | | | | | | | |
98 | O charity, thou heavenly grace! | | | | | | | |
99 | Jesus, Lord, we look to thee | | | | | | | |
100 | He who hath made his refuge—God | | | | | | | |