# | Text | Tune | | | | | | |
CCI | How beauteous are their feet | | | | | | | |
CCII | Great God, now condescend | | | | | | | |
CCIII | Jesus invites his saints | | | | | | | |
CCIV | When overwhelmed with grief | | | | | | | |
CCV | Ah! how shall fallen man | | | | | | | |
CCVI | And will the Judge descend? | | | | | | | |
CCVII | O where shall rest be found | | | | | | | |
CCVIII | O! cease, my wandering soul | | | | | | | |
CCIX | Did Christ o'er sinners weep? | | | | | | | |
CCX | And canst thou, sinner, slight | | | | | | | |
CCXI | To-morrow, Lord, is thine | | | | | | | |
CCXII | O! for the death of those | | | | | | | |
CCXIII | Lord, of the worlds above | | | | | | | |
CCXIV | Ye tribes of Adam, join | | | | | | | |
CCXV | Blow ye the trumpet blow | | | | | | | |
CCXVI | To spend one sacred day | | | | | | | |
CCXVII | Upward I lift my eyes | | | | | | | |
CCXVIII | The Lord Jehovah reigns | | | | | | | |
CCXIX | O Sion, tune thy voice | | | | | | | |
CCXX | I love the volume of thy word | | | | | | | |
CCXXI | I'll praise my Maker with my breath | | | | | | | |
CCXXII | O! could I speak the matchless worth | | | | | | | |
CCXXIII | O thou, that hearest the prayer of faith | | | | | | | |
CCXXIV | Lo! on a narrow neck of land | | | | | | | |
CCXXV | When thou, my righteous Judge, shalt come | | | | | | | |
CCXXVI | The Lord Jehovah reigns | | | | | | | |
CCXXVII | How pleased and blest was I | | | | | | | |
CCXXVIII | Come, thou almighty King | | | | | | | |
CCXXIX | Glory to God on high! | | | | | | | |
CCXXX | Sovereign Ruler of the skies | | | | | | | |
CCXXXI | Now begin the heavenly theme | | | | | | | |
CCXXXII | Lo! the stone is rolled away | | | | | | | |
CCXXXIII | Lord of hosts, how lovely fair | | | | | | | |
CCXXXIV | Children of the heavenly King | | | | | | | |
CCXXXV | Hark! the herald angels say | | | | | | | |
CCXXXVI | Gracious Spirit! Love divine | | | | | | | |
CCXXXVII | Lord, we come before thee now | | | | | | | |
CCXXXVIII | Hark! the herald angels sing | | | | | | | |
CCXXXIX | Hark, my soul 't is the Lord | | | | | | | |
CCXL | Come, my soul, thy suit prepare | | | | | | | |
CCXLI | Boundless glory, Lord, be thine | | | | | | | |
CCXLII | Ye that in his courts are found | | | | | | | |
CCXLIII | Safely through another week | | | | | | | |
CCXLIV | From the cross uplifted high | | | | | | | |
CCXLV | Bread of heaven, on thee I feed | | | | | | | |
CCXLVI | Rock of Ages, cleft for me | | | | | | | |
CCXLVII | How happy are they | | | | | | | |
CCXLVIII | High in yonder realms of light | | | | | | | |
CCXLIX | Palms of glory, raiment bright | | | | | | | |
CCL | Sinners, turn, why will ye die? | | | | | | | |
CCLI | While with ceaseless course the sun | | | | | | | |
CCLII | Jesus, lover of my soul | | | | | | | |
CCLIII | Rise, my soul, and stretch thy wings | | | | | | | |
CCLIV | From Greenland's icy mountains | | | | | | | |
CCLV | Now be the gospel banner | | | | | | | |
CCLVI | One there is, above all others | | | | | | | |
CCLVII | Jesus, hail, enthroned in glory | | | | | | | |
CCLVIII | Sweet the moments, rich in blessing | | | | | | | |
CCLIX | Glorious things of thee are spoken | | | | | | | |
CCLX | Jesus, I my cross have taken | | | | | | | |
CCLXI | Love divine, all love excelling | | | | | | | |
CCLXII | Come, thou fount of every blessing | | | | | | | |
CCLXIII | Gently, Lord, O gently lead us | | | | | | | |
CCLXIV | Guide me, O thou great Jehovah | | | | | | | |
CCLXV | Lord, dismiss us with thy blessing | | | | | | | |
CCLXVI | O'er the realms of pagan darkness | | | | | | | |
CCLXVII | Saviour, visit thy plantation | | | | | | | |
CCLXVIII | Though troubles assail, and dangers affright | | | | | | | |
CCLXIX | Ye servants of God, your Master proclaim | | | | | | | |
CCLXX | How firm a foundation, ye saints of the Lord | | | | | | | |
CCLXXI | The voice of free grace cries | | | | | | | |
272 | How blest the righteous when he dies! | | | | | | | |
273 | Sweet is the work, my God, my King | | | | | | | |
274 | Jesus, whom angel-hosts adore | | | | | | | |
275 | "See how he loved!" exclaimed the Jews | | | | | | | |
276 | Shall man, O God of light and life | | | | | | | |
277 | While life prolongs its precious light | | | | | | | |
278 | Here, at my cross, my gracious Lord | | | | | | | |
279 | Lord, didst thou die--but not for me? | | | | | | | |
280 | Deny thee? what! deny the way | | | | | | | |
281 | Thou Prince of glory, slain for me | | | | | | | |
282 | With tearful eyes I look around | | | | | | | |
283 | God calling yet!--shall I not hear? | | | | | | | |
284 | Come, let us sing the song of songs | | | | | | | |
285 | With glory clad, with strength arrayed | | | | | | | |
286 | Great Shepherd of thine Israel | | | | | | | |
287 | When Israel of the Lord beloved | | | | | | | |
288 | Jehovah reigns! He dwells in light | | | | | | | |
289 | Oh, hallowed is the land and blest | | | | | | | |
290 | Go, worship at Immaneul's feet | | | | | | | |
291 | From every stormy wind that blows | | | | | | | |
292 | Let Sion in her King rejoice | | | | | | | |
293 | Welcome to me the darkest night | | | | | | | |
294 | O thou that hear'st when sinners cry | | | | | | | |
295 | How pleasant, how divinely fair | | | | | | | |
296 | Praise ye the Lord, exalt his name | | | | | | | |
297 | With all my powers of heart and tongue | | | | | | | |
298 | Praise ye the Lord; all nature join | | | | | | | |
299 | At length, by certain proofs, 'tis plain | | | | | | | |
300 | O thou, in whose presence my soul takes delight | | | | | | | |