# | Text | Tune | | | | | | |
RVc | To Him who sits upon the throne | | | | | | | |
RVIIa | To our most glorious GOD on high | | | | | | | |
RVIIb | Amen! pow'r wisdom, might and thanks | | | | | | | |
RXV | O LORD, Almighty GOD! thy works | | | | | | | |
RXIX | O HALLELUJAH! honour, pow'r | | | | | | | |
I | When the Great Builder arch'd the skies | | | | | | | |
II | Backward with humble Shame we look | | | | | | | |
III | E'er the blue Heav'ns were stretch'd abroad | | | | | | | |
IV | Behold the Grace appears | | | | | | | |
V | What equal Honours shall we bring | | | | | | | |
VI | Join all the Names of Love and Pow'r | | | | | | | |
VII | Eternal Spirit! we confess | | | | | | | |
VIII | Not all the outward Forms on Earth | | | | | | | |
IX | Life and immortal Joys are giv'n | | | | | | | |
X | Strait is the Way, the Door is strait | | | | | | | |
XI | Not to condemn the Sons of Men | | | | | | | |
XII | How sad our State by Nature is! | | | | | | | |
XIII | Vain are the Hopes the Sons of Men | | | | | | | |
XIV | Behold what wond'rous Grace | | | | | | | |
XV | 'Twas the Commission of our Lord | | | | | | | |
XVI | How large Thy Covenant of Grace | | | | | | | |
XVII | Mistaken Souls! that dream of Heav'n | | | | | | | |
XVIII | My dear Redeemer, and my Lord | | | | | | | |
XIX | Thus saith the first, the great Command | | | | | | | |
XX | Let Pharisees of high Esteem | | | | | | | |
XXI | Blest are the humble Souls that see | | | | | | | |
XXII | So let our Lips and Lives express | | | | | | | |
XXIII | Naked as from the Earth we came | | | | | | | |
XXIV | 'Twas on that dark, that doleful Night | | | | | | | |
XXV | Come let us all who here have seen | | | | | | | |
XXVI | Thou art all Love, my dearest Lord | | | | | | | |
XXVII | 'Tis finish'd the Redeemer cries | | | | | | | |
XXVIII | The Promise of my Father's Love | | | | | | | |
XXIX | JEHOVAH, we in Hymns of Praise | | | | | | | |
XXX | Jesus is gone above the Skies | | | | | | | |
XXXI | How sweet and awful is the Place | | | | | | | |
XXXII | How glorious is the holy Place | | | | | | | |
XXXIII | JESUS invites his Saints | | | | | | | |
XXXIV | Come let us go and die with him | | | | | | | |
XXXV | When I survey the wond'rous Cross | | | | | | | |
XXXVI | Father, we wait to feel thy Grace | | | | | | | |
XXXVII | Sitting around our Father's Board | | | | | | | |
XXXVIII | How are thy Glories here display'd | | | | | | | |
XXXIX | Behold the Glories of the Lamb | | | | | | | |
XL | With Joy we meditate the Grace | | | | | | | |
XLI | Awake our Souls (away our Fears | | | | | | | |
XLII | Stand up, my Soul, shake off thy Fears | | | | | | | |
XLIII | Why do we mourn departing Frineds | | | | | | | |
XLIV | From Thee, my God, my Joys shall rise | | | | | | | |
XLV | Father, I long, I faint to see | | | | | | | |
XLVI | And must this Body die? | | | | | | | |
XLVII | Lo, what a glorious Sight appears | | | | | | | |
XLVIII | See where the great incarnate God | | | | | | | |
XLIX | With Christ and all his shining Trains | | | | | | | |
L | Bless'd be the Father, and his Love | | | | | | | |