# | Text | Tune | | | | | | |
CI | All hail the power of Jesus' name, Let angels prostrate fall | | | | | | | |
CII | Brethren I bid you all farewell | | | | | | | |
CIII | Though trouble assail us, and dangers affright | | | | | | | |
CIV | Yonder amazing sight I [we] see | | | | | | | |
CV | How firm a foundation, ye [you] saints of the Lord | | | | | | | |
CVI | Why should a living man complain | | | | | | | |
CVII | Hark, how the gospel trumpet sounds | | | | | | | |
CVIII | Blest be my God that I was born | | | | | | | |
CIX | Still out of the deepest abyss | | | | | | | |
CX | Lord, dismiss us with thy blessing, Send it | | | | | | | |
CXI | Jesus, and shall it ever be | | | | | | | |
CXII | When John, though a man, baptizing began | | | | | | | |
CXIII | Alas, and did my Savior bleed? And did my Sovereign die? | | | | | | | |
CXIV | Brethren farewell I do you tell | | | | | | | |
CXV | While I am blest with youthful bloom [prime] | | | | | | | |
CXVI | Let strife forever cease | | | | | | | |
CXVII | Christians, if your [our] hearts be [are] warm | | | | | | | |
CXVIII | Behold him streaming from the north | | | | | | | |
CXIX | Ah Lord, ah Lord, what have I done | | | | | | | |
CXX | Hail, happy pilgrims, whence came ye | | | | | | | |
CXXI | So foolish, so absurd am I | | | | | | | |
CXXII | Come sinners to the gospel feast | | | | | | | |
CXXIII | My soul doth magnify the Lord, My spirit doth | | | | | | | |
CXXIV | Lo we are journeying home to God | | | | | | | |
CXXV | What poor despised company | | | | | | | |
CXXVI | Ah me I'm never well but when | | | | | | | |
CXXVII | I bless the Lord, Who gives his word | | | | | | | |
CXXVIII | Companions of thy little Flock | | | | | | | |
CXXIX | Today Immanuel feeds his sheep | | | | | | | |
CXXX | Arise, my soul, with wonder see | | | | | | | |
CXXXI | Christ, in that night he was betrayed | | | | | | | |
CXXXII | Lord, from thy throne of flowing grace | | | | | | | |
CXXXIII | Encouraged by thy word | | | | | | | |
CXXXIV | Hail the new year that's now begun | | | | | | | |
CXXXV | How vain are the pleasures of time | | | | | | | |
CXXXVI | What various hindrances we meet | | | | | | | |
CXXXVII | Before Thy throne, eternal King | | | | | | | |
CXXXVIII | Jesus drinks the bitter cup | | | | | | | |
CXXXIX | Hail the day that sees him rise | | | | | | | |
CXL | Jesus, Lover [Savior] of my soul, Let me to thy bosom [refuge] fly | | | | | | | |
CXLI | Ah woe is me constrained to dwell | | | | | | | |
CXLII | Blow ye [you] the trumpet, blow | | | | | | | |
CXLIII | I sojourn in a vale of tears | | | | | | | |
CXLIV | Alas for I have seen the Lord | | | | | | | |
CXLV | Hark, my gay friends, that solemn toll | | | | | | | |
CXLVI | O for a glance of heavenly day | | | | | | | |
CXLVII | Lord, thou hast been thy children's God | | | | | | | |
CXLVIII | Ye humble souls, approach your God | | | | | | | |
CXLIX | Awake, my soul, in [to] joyful [joyous] lays | | | | | | | |
CL | How are thy servants blest, O Lord [God] | | | | | | | |
CLI | Father of mercies, in thy [your] word | | | | | | | |
CLII | God, in the gospel of his [the] Son | | | | | | | |
CLIII | Jesus, the eternal, glorious Son of God | | | | | | | |
CLIV | My God the covenant of thy love abides forever sure | | | | | | | |
CLV | ôTis finished, so the Savior cried, and meekly | | | | | | | |
CLVI | As on the cross the Saviour hung | | | | | | | |
CLVII | How oft, alas, this wretched heart | | | | | | | |
CLVIII | Sinners the voice of God regard | | | | | | | |
CLIX | The Saviour calls--let every ear | | | | | | | |
CLX | Afflicted saint, to Christ draw near | | | | | | | |
CLXI | Rejoice, the Lord is King | | | | | | | |
CLXII | Lord, dost thou shew a corner stone | | | | | | | |
CLXIII | And is the gospel peace and love? | | | | | | | |
CLXIV | Your harps, ye trembling saints | | | | | | | |
CLXV | Come, Lord, and help us to rejoice | | | | | | | |
CLXVI | Dear friend of friendless sinners hear | | | | | | | |
CLXVII | My times of sorrow and of joy | | | | | | | |
CLXVIII | Jesus, at thy command | | | | | | | |
CLXIX | I ask'd the Lord that I might grow | | | | | | | |
CLXX | Great God, thy watchful care we bless | | | | | | | |
CLXXI | Almighty Maker, God! | | | | | | | |
CLXXII | Thy presence, everlasting God | | | | | | | |
CLXXIII | Since Jesus freely did appear | | | | | | | |
CLXXIV | When Abr'am, full of sacred awe | | | | | | | |
CLXXV | How various and how new | | | | | | | |
CLXXVI | When blooming youth is snatch'd away | | | | | | | |
CLXXVII | How long shall Death the tyrant reign | | | | | | | |
CLXXVIII | See Felix, cloth'd with pomp and pow'r | | | | | | | |