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CI | Deep are the wounds that sin hath made | | | | | | | |
CII | Now in a song of grateful praise | | | | | | | |
CIII | See human nature sunk in shame | | | | | | | |
CIV | Hear, gracious sov'reign, from thy throne | | | | | | | |
CV | Come, gracious spirit, heavenly dove | | | | | | | |
CVI | Eternal spirit, source of light | | | | | | | |
CVII | Sure the blest comforter is nigh | | | | | | | |
CVIII | Stay, thou insulted Spirit, stay | | | | | | | |
CIX | A present God is all our strength | | | | | | | |
CX | Come, my soul, thy suit prepare | | | | | | | |
CXI | Our wishes would our ruin prove | | | | | | | |
CXII | Amazing grace! (how sweet the sound) | | | | | | | |
CXIII | O that my load of sin were gone | | | | | | | |
CXIV | Weary of struggling with my pain | | | | | | | |
CXV | Sinners, obey the gospel word | | | | | | | |
CXVI | Didst thou, dear Jesus, suffer shame | | | | | | | |
CXVII | Jesus, thy blessings are not few | | | | | | | |
CXVIII | 'Midst all the priests of Jewish race | | | | | | | |
CXIX | Jesus, my all, to heav'n is gone | | | | | | | |
CXX | Once perishing in blood I lay | | | | | | | |
CXXI | The Lord proclaims his grace abroad! | | | | | | | |
CXXII | When the poor leper's case I read | | | | | | | |
CXXIII | Lord, I'm defil'd in every part | | | | | | | |
CXXIV | Faith adds new charms to earthly bliss | | | | | | | |
CXXV | The moment a sinner believes | | | | | | | |
CXXVI | Sight, hearing, felling, taste and smell | | | | | | | |
CXXVII | Sometimes a light surprises | | | | | | | |
CXXVIII | Smote by thy law, I'm justly slain | | | | | | | |
CXXIX | O for a glance of heav'nly day | | | | | | | |
CXXX | Hail the day that sees him rise | | | | | | | |
CXXXI | Jesus our triumphat head | | | | | | | |
CXXXII | Why sinks my weak desponding mind? | | | | | | | |
CXXXIII | Lord, at thy feet we sinners lie | | | | | | | |
CXXXIV | Children of the heav'nly king | | | | | | | |
CXXXV | When darkness long has veil'd my mind | | | | | | | |
CXXXVI | Behold the sons, the heirs of God | | | | | | | |
CXXXVII | When converts first begin to sing | | | | | | | |
CXXXVIII | Of all the joys, which creatures know | | | | | | | |
CXXXIX | I would, but cannot sing | | | | | | | |
CXL | Of sinful Adam's num'rous race | | | | | | | |
CXLI | Thou great Physician of the soul | | | | | | | |
CXLII | Sweet was the time when first I felt | | | | | | | |
CXLIII | Saviour, shine and cheer my soul | | | | | | | |
CXLIV | The Lord will happiness divine | | | | | | | |
CXLV | 'Tis a point I long to find | | | | | | | |
CXLVI | Wealth is a blessing only lent | | | | | | | |
CXLVII | See how the worthless bramble stands | | | | | | | |
CXLVIII | Grant Lord, I may delight in thee | | | | | | | |
CXLIX | Come, let me love, or is my mind | | | | | | | |
CL | Blest be the tie that binds | | | | | | | |
CLI | Let party names no more | | | | | | | |
CLII | Aloud we sing the wond'rous grace | | | | | | | |
CLIII | Should bounteous nature kindly pour | | | | | | | |
CLIV | Patience! O what a grace divine | | | | | | | |
CLV | Dear Lord, though bitter is the cup | | | | | | | |
CLVI | Dear friend of guilty sinners, hear | | | | | | | |
CLVII | I was a grov'ling creature once | | | | | | | |
CLVIII | 'Tis the Lord thus far hath brought me | | | | | | | |
CLIX | Blest Saviour, by thy pow'rful word | | | | | | | |
CLX | With kind compassion hear my cry | | | | | | | |
CLXI | O that the Lord would hear my cry | | | | | | | |
CLXII | O thou, my God, who from thy throne supreme | | | | | | | |
CLXIII | With fiery serpents greatly pain'd | | | | | | | |
CLXIV | My times of sorrow and of joy | | | | | | | |
CLXV | O Lord, my best desires fulfil | | | | | | | |
CLXVI | And must I part with all I have | | | | | | | |
CLXVII | Let those who bear the Christian name | | | | | | | |
CLXVIII | Raise, thoughtless sinner, raise thine eye | | | | | | | |
CLXIX | Long have I walk'd this dreary road | | | | | | | |
CLXX | Sinner, behold I've heard thy groan | | | | | | | |
CLXXI | Sure 'tis in vain to seek for bliss | | | | | | | |
CLXXII | 'Tis Jesus calls my soul away | | | | | | | |
CLXXIII | How am I held a pris'ner now | | | | | | | |
CLXXIV | Religion is the chief concern | | | | | | | |
CLXXV | Thro' all the changing scenes of life | | | | | | | |
CLXXVI | Away, my unbelieving fear | | | | | | | |
CLXXVII | Lord, who shall drive my trembling soul | | | | | | | |
CLXXVIII | Unclean! unclean! and full of sin | | | | | | | |
CLXXIX | Thee will I love, my Lord, my tow'r | | | | | | | |
CLXXX | To love divine, th' eternal song | | | | | | | |
CLXXXI | O could I find from day to day | | | | | | | |
CLXXXII | Jesus, believing we rejoice | | | | | | | |
CLXXXIII | Jesus, we sing thy matchless grace | | | | | | | |
CLXXXIV | Return, my roving heart, return | | | | | | | |
CLXXXV | Peace, 'tis the Lord Jehovah's hand | | | | | | | |
CLXXXVI | Poor sinners! little do they think | | | | | | | |
CLXXXVII | Though in the earthly church below | | | | | | | |
CLXXXVIII | "Mercy; O thou son of David!" | | | | | | | |
CLXXXIX | And will the offended God again | | | | | | | |
CXC | Rise, my soul, and stretch thy wings | | | | | | | |
CXCI | Jesus, my king proclaims the war | | | | | | | |
CXCII | Jesus, lover of my soul | | | | | | | |
CXCIII | One awful word which Jesus spoke | | | | | | | |
CXCIV | Bless'd Martha love and joy express'd | | | | | | | |
CXCV | My barns are full, my stores increase | | | | | | | |
CXCVI | Jesus, who knows full well | | | | | | | |
CXCVII | What various hind'rances we meet | | | | | | | |
CXCVIII | Beside the gospel pool | | | | | | | |
CXCIX | When any turn from Zion's way | | | | | | | |
CC | If God had bid his thunders roll | | | | | | | |