# | Text | Tune | | | | | | |
CCI | My soul doth magnify the Lord | | | | | | | |
CCII | Hark! hear the sound, on earth 'tis found | | | | | | | |
CCIII | Alas, alas how blind I've been | | | | | | | |
CCIV | Come, humble sinner, in whose breast | | | | | | | |
CCV | When with my mind devoutly press'd | | | | | | | |
CCVI | How many and great are the foes which infest | | | | | | | |
CCVII | How firm a foundation, ye saints of the Lord | | | | | | | |
CCVIII | Father, whate'er of earthly bliss | | | | | | | |
CCIX | Alas, what hourly dangers rise! | | | | | | | |
CCX | I ask'd the Lord that I might grow | | | | | | | |
CCXI | Father divine, thy piercing eye | | | | | | | |
CCXII | Father of all, thy care we bless | | | | | | | |
CCXIII | O wretched souls, who strive in vain | | | | | | | |
CCXIV | Come, Holy Ghost, my soul inspire | | | | | | | |
CCXV | Oppress'd with unbelief and sin | | | | | | | |
CCXVI | Fierce passions discompose the mind | | | | | | | |
CCXVII | By various maxims, forms, and rules | | | | | | | |
CCXVIII | Break thro' the clouds, dear Lord, and shine | | | | | | | |
CCXIX | Thus saith the holy One, and true | | | | | | | |
CCXX | To God the only wise | | | | | | | |
CCXXI | That was a wonder-working word | | | | | | | |
CCXXII | In sin by blinded passions led | | | | | | | |
CCXXIII | Let us adore the grace that seeks | | | | | | | |
CCXXIV | My heart has been too long ensnar'd | | | | | | | |
CCXXV | Jehovah reigns, his throne is high | | | | | | | |
CCXXVI | How sad our state by nature is! | | | | | | | |
CCXXVII | Plung'd in a gulfph of dark despair | | | | | | | |
CCXXVIII | Hosannas to the Prince of light | | | | | | | |
CCXXIX | Thus far my God has led me on | | | | | | | |
CCXXX | Great God, my maker, and my king | | | | | | | |
CCXXXI | One there is, above all others | | | | | | | |
CCXXXII | Ho! ev'ry one that thirsts, draw nigh | | | | | | | |
CCXXXIII | Lord, what is man? Extremes how wide | | | | | | | |
CCXXXIV | Prepare a thankful song | | | | | | | |
CCXXXV | The new-born child of gospel-grace | | | | | | | |
CCXXXVI | O God, whose favorable eye | | | | | | | |
CCXXXVII | Zeal is that pure and heav'nly flame | | | | | | | |
CCXXXVIII | The Lord receives his highest praise | | | | | | | |
CCXXXIX | Destruction's dangerous road | | | | | | | |
CCXL | Let anxious doubts be hear'd no more | | | | | | | |
CCXLI | O happy soul that lives on high | | | | | | | |
CCXLII | Almighty maker God! | | | | | | | |
CCXLIII | Did Christ o'er sinners weep? | | | | | | | |
CCXLIV | Look down, O Lord, with pitying eye | | | | | | | |
CCXLV | Ascend thy throne, almighty King | | | | | | | |
CCXLVI | How shall the sons of men appear | | | | | | | |
CCXLVII | See the rash youth, defil'd with sin | | | | | | | |
CCXLVIII | In vain the giddy world inquires | | | | | | | |
CCXLIX | Lord, shall we part with gold for dross | | | | | | | |
CCL | Dead be my heart to all below | | | | | | | |
CCLI | Father, is not thy promise pledg'd | | | | | | | |
CCLII | How many years has man been driv'n | | | | | | | |
CCLIII | Father of faithful Abra'm, hear | | | | | | | |
CCLIV | Blest Lord, behold the guilty scorn | | | | | | | |
CCLV | Great God of glory, show thy face | | | | | | | |
CCLVI | Once, O Lord, thy garden flourish'd | | | | | | | |
CCLVII | While I to grief my soul gave way | | | | | | | |
CCLVIII | O Lord, our languid souls inspire | | | | | | | |
CCLIX | Brethren, belov'd for Jesus' sake | | | | | | | |
CCLX | How happy they who know the Lord | | | | | | | |
CCLXI | Now let our souls, on wings sublime | | | | | | | |
CCLXII | Lo! the young tribes of Adam rise | | | | | | | |
CCLXIII | Ye hearts with youthful vigor warm | | | | | | | |
CCLXIV | See how the little toiling ant | | | | | | | |
CCLXV | Must all the charms of nature then | | | | | | | |
CCLXVI | With humble heart and tongue | | | | | | | |
CCLXVII | Eternal God! enthron'd on high! | | | | | | | |
CCLXVIII | As when the weary trav'ller gains | | | | | | | |
CCLXIX | No more I ask or hope to find | | | | | | | |
CCLXX | Let us love, and sing, and wonder | | | | | | | |
CCLXXI | I hate the tempter and his charms | | | | | | | |
CCLXXII | O Lord, how vile am I | | | | | | | |
CCLXXIII | My former hopes are dead | | | | | | | |
CCLXXIV | Cheer up, my soul, there is a mercy seat | | | | | | | |
CCLXXV | The God who once to Israel spoke | | | | | | | |
CCLXXVI | Father Supreme! all nature's God | | | | | | | |
CCLXXVII | The Lord my pasture shall prepare | | | | | | | |
CCLXXVIII | Great source of Being, heav'nly King! | | | | | | | |
CCLXXIX | Far from thy fold, O God, my feet | | | | | | | |
CCLXXX | Lord, what a croud of anxious cares | | | | | | | |
CCLXXXI | Sweet glories rush upon my sight | | | | | | | |
CCLXXXII | When on a summer's sultry day | | | | | | | |
CCLXXXIII | Should the rising whirlwinds tear | | | | | | | |
CCLXXXIV | With holy zeal and Christian grace | | | | | | | |
CCLXXXV | Awake, my soul, tune ev'ry string | | | | | | | |
CCLXXXVI | When I can read my title clear | | | | | | | |
CCLXXXVII | The billows swell, the winds are high | | | | | | | |
CCLXXXVIII | Anxious, I strove to find the way | | | | | | | |
CCLXXXIX | In his own appointed hour | | | | | | | |
CCXC | Let carnal minds the world pursue | | | | | | | |
CCXCI | Most holy Lord! I love thy truth | | | | | | | |
CCXCII | Remember us, we pray thee, Lord | | | | | | | |
CCXCIII | Not to Sinai's dreadful blaze | | | | | | | |
CCXCIV | Thy presence, gracious God, afford | | | | | | | |
CCXCV | Dismiss us with thy blessing, Lord | | | | | | | |
CCXCVI | Lord, dismiss us with thy blessing | | | | | | | |
CCXCVII | Now let a true ambition rise | | | | | | | |
CCXCVIII | I send the joys of earth away | | | | | | | |
CCXCIX | Man has a soul of vast desires | | | | | | | |
CCC | There was an hour when Christ rejoic'd | | | | | | | |