# | Text | Tune | | | | | | |
89 | Amazing grace, how sweet the sound, That saved | | | | | | | |
89b | I waited patient for the Lord | | | | | | | |
90 | Oh, could our thoughts and wishes fly | | | | | | | |
91 | How long wilt thou conceal thy face, My God | | | | | | | |
91b | On Jordan's stormy [rugged] banks I stand, And cast a wishful eye | | | | | | | |
92 | Again, from calm and sweet repose | | | | | | | |
92b | Not all the outward forms on earth, Nor rites that God hath given | | | | | | | |
92c | Sweet is the memory of thy grace | | | | | | | |
93 | The Lord himself, the mighty Lord | | | | | | | |
93b | How precious is the book divine | | | | | | | |
94 | See Isr'l's gentle Shepherd stand [stands] | | | | | | | |
94b | Let all the heathen writers join | | | | | | | |
94c | Why do we [ye] [you] mourn departing [departed] [for dying] friends | | | | | | | |
95 | How sweet, how [and] heavenly is the sight | | | | | | | |
95b | How shall the young secure their hearts | | | | | | | |
96 | When blooming youth is [are] snatched [called] away | | | | | | | |
96b | Great God, I own thy sentence just | | | | | | | |
97 | Father of mercies, in thy [your] word | | | | | | | |
97b | O speak that gracious word again | | | | | | | |
98 | Hosanna [Hosannas] to the Prince of light | | | | | | | |
99 | And can mine eyes, without a tear | | | | | | | |
99b | Thou lovely Source of true delight | | | | | | | |
100 | My God, the spring of all my joys | | | | | | | |
101 | I'm not ashamed to own my Lord | | | | | | | |
101b | Spirit of peace, celestial dove | | | | | | | |
101c | O 'twas a joyful sound to hear Our tribes devoutly say | | | | | | | |
102 | My Shepherd will supply my need | | | | | | | |
102b | Return, O wanderer, return [Return, return, now wanderer] | | | | | | | |
103 | The Lord of glory is my Light, And my | | | | | | | |
103b | Again, from calm and sweet repose, I rise to hail | | | | | | | |
104 | I love to steal awhile away | | | | | | | |
104b | Almighty Father, gracious Lord | | | | | | | |
105 | When musing sorrow weeps [mourns] the past | | | | | | | |
105b | Dear refuge of my [the] weary soul, On thee, when sorows rise | | | | | | | |
105c | There is a fountain filled with blood | FOUNTAIN | | | | | | |
106 | Begin the high, celestial strain My raptured [ravished] soul | | | | | | | |
107 | On thee, each morning, O my God, My waking thoughts attend | | | | | | | |
107b | I love the Lord, he heard my cries | | | | | | | |
108 | As by the light of opening day | | | | | | | |
108b | All hail the power of Jesus' name, Let angels prostrate fall | HARBOROUGH | | | | | | |
109 | O Thou, whose tender mercy hears | | | | | | | |
110 | Sweet is the prayer, whose holy stream | | | | | | | |
110b | Ye that [who] obey the immortal king | | | | | | | |
111 | Lord, when my [our] raptured thought surveys | | | | | | | |
111b | Blest morning, whose first, dawning [opening] rays [hour] [light] | | | | | | | |
112 | God, my supporter and my hope | | | | | | | |
112b | The Savior, O what endless [boundless] charms | | | | | | | |
112c | Sweet was the time when first I felt | | | | | | | |
113 | To God I cried with mournful voice | | | | | | | |
113b | O that I knew the secret place | | | | | | | |
114 | My God, my Father, blissful [blessed] [cheering] name | | | | | | | |
114b | And now, my soul another year | | | | | | | |
115 | How long wilt thou conceal thy face | | | | | | | |
115b | My God, the spring of all my joys | | | | | | | |
116 | O how I love thy holy law | | | | | | | |
116b | O God of mercy, hear my [our] call | | | | | | | |
116c | Dearest of all the names above, My Jesus and my God | | | | | | | |
117 | Lord, in the morning thou shalt hear My voice ascending high | | | | | | | |
117b | There is a glorious world of light | | | | | | | |
118 | Now condescend, almighty king | | | | | | | |
118b | Sweet is the memory of thy grace | | | | | | | |
119 | I sing the almighty power of God | | | | | | | |
120 | God of my life, look gently down | | | | | | | |
120b | Jerusalem, my happy home, name ever dear to me | | | | | | | |
121 | Lord when my raptured thought | | | | | | | |
121b | Thou blest Redeemer, dying Lamb | | | | | | | |
121c | Great God, how infinite art thou | | | | | | | |
122 | To thee, before the dawning light | | | | | | | |
122b | The Savior bids us watch and pray | | | | | | | |
123 | Come, ye that [who] know and fear the Lord | | | | | | | |
123b | Thee we adore, eternal name, And humbly | | | | | | | |
124 | O [Our] God, our help in ages [seasons] past | | | | | | | |
124b | Thy words the raging winds control | | | | | | | |
125 | To our Almighty Maker, God, new honors be addressed | | | | | | | |
125b | To whom, my Savior, shall I go | | | | | | | |
126 | How sweet and awful [holy] [sacred] is the place | | | | | | | |
126b | Lord, thou wilt hear me when I pray | | | | | | | |
126c | Lord, in the morning thou shalt hear my voice ascending | | | | | | | |
127 | To thee, before the dawning hour | | | | | | | |
127b | Fountain of mercy, God of love | | | | | | | |
128 | Do not I love thee, O my Lord | | | | | | | |
128b | O Lord, I [we] would delight in thee | | | | | | | |
129 | In God's own house pronounce his praise | | | | | | | |
129b | Awake my soul, stretch every nerve | | | | | | | |
130 | Great God, to thee my evening song | | | | | | | |
130b | Lord, thou wilt hear me when I pray | | | | | | | |
131 | There is a land of pure delight, Where saints immortal reign | | | | | | | |
132 | Alas, and did my Savior bleed? And did my Sovereign die? | | | | | | | |
132b | Blest are the undefiled in heart | | | | | | | |
133 | Ye golden lamps of heaven, farewell [adieu] | | | | | | | |
133b | How sweet and heavenly is the sight | | | | | | | |
134 | As o'er the past my memory strays | | | | | | | |
134b | My God, my Father, blissful name | | | | | | | |
135 | Lord, in the morning thou shalt hear my voice ascending | | | | | | | |
135b | Earth's stormy night will soon be o'er | | | | | | | |
135c | Out of the depths of long distress | | | | | | | |
136b | Did Christ o'er sinners weep? | | | | | | | |
136c | My soul, repeat His praise Whose mercies are so | | | | | | | |
137 | The pity of the Lord | | | | | | | |
137b | My soul, repeat his praise | | | | | | | |