# | Text | Tune | | | | | | |
101 | All hail the power of Jesus' name! | | | | | | | |
102 | Am I a soldier of the cross | | | | | | | |
103 | Amazing grace! how sweet the sound! | | | | | | | |
104 | And are we yet alive! | | | | | | | |
105 | And let this feeble body fail | | | | | | | |
106 | Another six days' work is done | | | | | | | |
107 | Approach, my soul, the mercy-seat | | | | | | | |
108 | Arise, my soul, arise | | | | | | | |
109 | Awake, and sing the song | | | | | | | |
110 | Away, my unbelieving fear | | | | | | | |
111 | Behold the glories of the Lamb | | | | | | | |
112 | Blest be the tie that binds | | | | | | | |
113 | Blow ye the trumpet, blow | | | | | | | |
114 | Breast the wave, Christian, when it is strongest | | | | | | | |
115 | Children of the heavenly King | | | | | | | |
116 | Come, humble sinner, in whose breast | | | | | | | |
117 | Come on, my partners in distress | | | | | | | |
118 | Come, ye disconsolate, where'er ye languish | | | | | | | |
119 | Come, ye that love the Lord | | | | | | | |
120 | Come, ye sinners, poor and needy | | | | | | | |
121 | Daughter of Zion! awake from thy sadness | | | | | | | |
122 | Depth of mercy! can there be | | | | | | | |
123 | From every stormy wind that blows | | | | | | | |
124 | From Greenland's icy mountains | | | | | | | |
125 | Give me the wings of faith, to rise | | | | | | | |
126 | Give to the winds thy fears | | | | | | | |
127 | Grace! 'tis a charming sound | | | | | | | |
128 | Hark, my soul, it is the Lord | | | | | | | |
129 | Hail to the Lord's anointed | | | | | | | |
130 | Hark! the herald angels sing | | | | | | | |
131 | Hark! the song of jubilee | | | | | | | |
132 | Hark! ten thousand harps and voices | | | | | | | |
133 | He dies! the heavenly Lover dies! | | | | | | | |
134 | Head of the Church triumphant | | | | | | | |
135 | How firm a foundation, ye saints of the Lord | | | | | | | |
136 | How happy every child of grace | | | | | | | |
137 | How happy is the pilgrim's lot | | | | | | | |
138 | How tedious and tasteless the hours | | | | | | | |
139 | I heard the voice of Jesus say | | | | | | | |
140 | I lay my sins on Jesus | | | | | | | |
141 | I'll praise my Maker while I've breath | | | | | | | |
142 | I the good fight have fought | | | | | | | |
143 | I was a wand'ring sheep | | | | | | | |
144 | I would not live alway; I ask not to stay | | | | | | | |
145 | In the Christian's home in glory | | | | | | | |
146 | Jesus, I my cross have taken | | | | | | | |
147 | Jesus, my All, to heaven is gone | | | | | | | |
148 | Jesus shall reign where'er the sun | | | | | | | |
149 | Jerusalem! my happy home! | | | | | | | |
150 | Joyfully, joyfully, onward I move | | | | | | | |
151 | Joy to the world! the Lord is come! | | | | | | | |
152 | Let not the good man's trust depart | | | | | | | |
153 | Lord, how secure and blest are they | | | | | | | |
154 | Lo! He comes in clouds descending | | | | | | | |
155 | Lo! on a narrow neck of land | | | | | | | |
156 | 'Mid scenes of confusion and creature complaints | | | | | | | |
157 | Mortals, awake, with angels join | | | | | | | |
158 | Must Jesus bear the cross alone | | | | | | | |
159 | My days are gliding swiftly by | | | | | | | |
160 | My span of life will soon be done | | | | | | | |
161 | Now be the gospel banner | | | | | | | |
162 | Now from the altar of our hearts | | | | | | | |
163 | O for a glance of heavenly day | | | | | | | |
164 | O for a thousand tongues, to sing | | | | | | | |
165 | O glorious hope of perfect love | | | | | | | |
166 | O happy day that fix'd my choice | | | | | | | |
167 | O how happy are they | | | | | | | |
168 | O love divine, how sweet thou art! | | | | | | | |
169 | O that my load of sin were gone | | | | | | | |
170 | O 'tis delight without alloy | | | | | | | |
171 | O Thou God of my salvation | | | | | | | |
172 | Of Him who did salvation bring | | | | | | | |
173 | On Jordan's stormy banks I stand | | | | | | | |
174 | One there is above all others | | | | | | | |
175 | Plunged in a gulf of dark despair | | | | | | | |
176 | Prayer is appointed to convey | | | | | | | |
177 | Rejoice! the Lord is King! | | | | | | | |
178 | Rise, my soul, and stretch thy wings | | | | | | | |
179 | Saviour, breathe an evening blessing | | | | | | | |
180 | Show pity Lord; O Lord, forgive | | | | | | | |
181 | Since all the varying scenes of time | | | | | | | |
182 | Sinners turn; why will ye die? | | | | | | | |
183 | Stay, thou insulted Spirit, stay! | | | | | | | |
184 | Sweet hour of prayer, sweet hour of prayer | | | | | | | |
185 | The praying spirit breathe! | | | | | | | |
186 | There is a fountain fill'd with blood | | | | | | | |
187 | There is a land of pure delight | | | | | | | |
188 | There is no name so sweet on earth | | | | | | | |
189 | This, this is the God we adore | | | | | | | |
190 | Though troubles assail, and dangers affright | | | | | | | |
191 | Thus far the Lord hath led me on | | | | | | | |
192 | Till I learned to love Thy name | | | | | | | |
193 | Watchman, tell us of the night | | | | | | | |
194 | What various hindrances we meet | | | | | | | |
195 | When for eternal worlds we steer | | | | | | | |
196 | When I can read my title clear | | | | | | | |
197 | When on Sinai's top I see | | | | | | | |
198 | Why do we mourn departing friends | | | | | | | |
199 | Why should we start, and fear to die? | | | | | | | |
200 | With joy we meditate the grace | | | | | | | |