# | Text | Tune |  |  |  |  |  |  |
I | O God of Jacob, by whose hand | | | | | |  | |
II | As when the weary traveller gains | | | | | |  | |
III | 'Tis my happiness below | | | | | |  | |
IV | One sweetly solemn thought | | | | | |  | |
V | Not all the blood of beasts | | | | | |  | |
VI | O for a thousand tongues to sing | | | | | |  | |
VII | How sweet the Name of Jesus sounds | | | | | |  | |
VIII | When I survey the wondrous cross | | | | | |  | |
IX | Jesus, I love Thy charming name | | | | | |  | |
X | Let me but hear my Saviour say | | | | | |  | |
XI | Plunged in a gulf of dark despair | | | | | |  | |
XII | Christ the Lord is risen to-day | | | | | |  | |
XIII | Join all the glorious names | | | | | |  | |
XIV | Hail to the Lord’s Anointed | | | | | |  | |
XV | Jesus shall reign where'er the sun | | | | | |  | |
XVI | From Greenland's icy mountains | | | | | |  | |
XVII | Come, Holy Spirit, come | | | | | |  | |
XVIII | Glorious things of thee are spoken | | | | | |  | |
XIX | Ye servants of the Lord | | | | | |  | |
XX | Come, we that love the Lord | | | | | |  | |
XXI | Jesus, where'er Thy people meet | | | | | |  | |
XXII | My soul, repeat His praise | | | | | |  | |
XXIII | There is a fountain filled with blood | | | | | |  | |
XXIV | Rock of Ages, cleft for me | | | | | |  | |
XXV | Why do we mourn departing friends | | | | | |  | |
XXVI | Rise, my soul, and stretch thy wings | | | | | |  | |
XXVII | Our God, our help in ages past | | | | | |  | |
XXVIII | Prayer is the soul’s sincere desire | | | | | |  | |
XXIX | When all Thy mercies, O my God | | | | | |  | |
XXX | Come, my soul, Thy suit prepare | | | | | |  | |
XXXI | My faith looks up to Thee | | | | | |  | |
XXXII | Now it belongs not to my care | | | | | |  | |
XXXIII | O for an heart to praise my God | | | | | |  | |
XXXIV | When I survey life's varied scene | | | | | |  | |
XXXV | Thy way, not mine, O Lord | | | | | |  | |
XXXVI | Father, I know that all my life | | | | | |  | |
XXXVII | Quiet, Lord, my froward heart | | | | | |  | |
XXXVIII | Jesus, cast a look on me | | | | | |  | |
XXXIX | The Lord my Shepherd is | | | | | |  | |
XL | Jesu, lover of my soul | | | | | |  | |
XLI | Christ, whose glory fills the skies | | | | | |  | |
XLII | All praise to thee, my God, this night | | | | | |  | |
XLIII | Sun of my soul, Thou Saviour dear | | | | | |  | |
XLIV | Sweet is the work, my God, my King | | | | | |  | |
XLV | Come O thou Traveller unknown | | | | | |  | |
XLVI | Jesus, I my cross have taken | | | | | |  | |
XLVII | Abide with me! fast falls the even-tide | | | | | |  | |
XLVIII | Commit thou all thy griefs | | | | | |  | |
XLIX | Your harps, ye trembling saints | | | | | |  | |
L | Forever with the Lord! | | | | | |  | |
LI | Songs of praise the angels sang | | | | | |  | |
LII | Friend after friend departs | | | | | |  | |
LIII | Come, let us join our cheerful songs | | | | | |  | |
LIV | Just as I am, without one plea | | | | | |  | |
LV | How gentle God's commands | | | | | |  | |
LVI | There is a land of pure delight | | | | | |  | |
LVII | All hail the power of Jesus name! | | | | | |  | |
LVIII | Love Divine, all loves exceling | | | | | |  | |
LIX | One there is, above all others | | | | | |  | |
LX | Sing to the Lord with joyful voice | | | | | |  | |
LXI | Triumphant Zion! lift thy head | | | | | |  | |
LXII | God is the refuge of His saints | | | | | |  | |
LXIII | Amazing grace! (how sweet the sound!) | | | | | |  | |
LXIV[LXIII] | O help us, Lord!--each hour of need | | | | | |  | |
LXIV | Sow in the morn thy seed | | | | | |  | |
LXV | Hark! the herald angels sing | | | | | |  | |
LXVI | See Israel's gentle Shepherd stands | | | | | |  | |