# | Text | Tune | | | | | | |
100 | Plunged in a gulf of dark despair | | | | | | | |
101 | And did the Holy and the Just | | | | | | | |
102 | Thou dear Redeemer, dying Lamb | | | | | | | |
103 | Father, I sing thy wondrous grace | | | | | | | |
104 | Vain are the hopes the sons of men | | | | | | | |
105 | Great God! from thee there's naught concealed | | | | | | | |
106 | Come, thou long-expected Jesus | | | | | | | |
107 | Light of those whose dreary dwelling | | | | | | | |
108 | Jesus heals the broken-hearted | | | | | | | |
109 | Awake my heart, arise, my tongue | | | | | | | |
110 | Now, dearest Lord, to praise thy name | | | | | | | |
111 | All hail the power of Jesus' name! | | | | | | | |
112 | Jesus, I love thy charming name | | | | | | | |
113 | Jesus, I sing thy wondrous grace | | | | | | | |
114 | The Saviour! O what endless charms | | | | | | | |
115 | My Shepherd will supply my need | | | | | | | |
116 | Come, ye that love the Saviour's name | | | | | | | |
117 | The Saviour calls his people sheep | | | | | | | |
118 | Jesus, my love, my chief delight | | | | | | | |
119 | When overwhelm'd with doubts and fear | | | | | | | |
120 | When sins and fears prevailing rise | | | | | | | |
121 | Jesus, the spring of joys divine | | | | | | | |
122 | In Sharon's lovely Rose | | | | | | | |
123 | The Lord my Shepherd is, I shall be well supplied | | | | | | | |
124 | The good old way that leads to God | | | | | | | |
125 | Jesus, my All, to heaven is gone | | | | | | | |
126 | Rock of Ages, cleft for me | | | | | | | |
127 | Quiet, Lord, my froward heart | | | | | | | |
128 | Christ, whose glory fills the skies | | | | | | | |
129 | What wisdom, majesty and grace | | | | | | | |
130 | With joy we meditate the grace | | | | | | | |
131 | Christ bears the name of all his saints | | | | | | | |
132 | To all eternity our Priest | | | | | | | |
133 | Now let our cheerful eyes survey | | | | | | | |
134 | Nor eye has seen, nor ear hath heard | | | | | | | |
135 | The Spirit breathes upon the word | | | | | | | |
136 | The moon has but a borrowed light | | | | | | | |
137 | Rejoice, the Lord is King | | | | | | | |
138 | Rejoice, the Saviour reigns | | | | | | | |
139 | How amiable, how fair | | | | | | | |
140 | O come, let us sing to the Lord | | | | | | | |
141 | What think ye of Christ? is the test | | | | | | | |
142 | Oh! what a sad and doleful night | | | | | | | |
143 | Yonder, amazing sight! I see | | | | | | | |
144 | Now be my heart inspir'd to sing | | | | | | | |
145 | Lord, when my thoughts with wonder roll | | | | | | | |
146 | 'Tis midnight; and on Olive's brow | | | | | | | |
147 | In vain the sealed cave | | | | | | | |
148 | Welcome, sweet day of rest | | | | | | | |
149 | Now for a theme of thankful praise | | | | | | | |
150 | Hosanna to the Prince of light | | | | | | | |
151 | Blessed be the everlasting God | | | | | | | |
152 | Hark! ten thousand harps and voices | | | | | | | |
153 | Let us love, and sing, and wonder | | | | | | | |
154 | Lord, when thou didst ascend on high | | | | | | | |
155 | He dies! the friend of sinners dies! | | | | | | | |
156 | Our Lord is risen from the dead | | | | | | | |
157 | Now let us raise our cheerful strains | | | | | | | |
158 | From all that dwell below the skies | | | | | | | |
159 | Begin, my tongue, some heav'nly theme | | | | | | | |
160 | Salvation! O the joyful sound! | | | | | | | |
161 | As on the cross the Saviour hung | | | | | | | |
162 | Now to the pow'r of God supreme | | | | | | | |
163 | Wherewith, O Lord, shall I draw near | | | | | | | |
164 | Indulgent God! to thee I raise | | | | | | | |
165 | In all the acts of sov'reign grace | | | | | | | |
166 | Salvation!--Oh, melodious sound | | | | | | | |
167 | Salvation! what a glorious plan | | | | | | | |
168 | Now, may the Lord reveal his face | | | | | | | |
169 | Amazing grace (how sweet the sound!) | | | | | | | |
170 | Hail, mighty Jesus! how divine | | | | | | | |
171 | Free grace to every heaven-born soul | | | | | | | |
172 | Beneath the sacred throne of God | | | | | | | |
173 | If I must sing, I'll sing of grace | | | | | | | |
174 | Happy the birth where grace presides | | | | | | | |
175 | Ye little flock whom Jesus feeds | | | | | | | |
176 | Hail, sov'reign Grace, that first began | | | | | | | |
177 | Almighty King! whose wondrous hand | | | | | | | |
178 | Grace! 'tis a charming sound! | | | | | | | |
179 | Behold the lep'rous Jew | | | | | | | |
180 | In songs of sublime adoration and praise | | | | | | | |
181 | 'Tis Jesus I sing, and salvation by grace | | | | | | | |
182 | Why should the children of a king | | | | | | | |
183 | Come, Holy Spirit, heavenly Dove! | | | | | | | |
184 | My God, what silken cords are thine | | | | | | | |
185 | Descend from heav'n, immortal Dove! | | | | | | | |
186 | At anchor laid, remote from home | | | | | | | |
187 | Come, blessed Spirit! source of light! | | | | | | | |
188 | Dear Lord! and shall thy Spirit rest | | | | | | | |
189 | I'm in a world of hopes and fears | | | | | | | |
190 | Faith is the brightest evidence | | | | | | | |
191 | The saints should never be dismayed | | | | | | | |
192 | Of all the gifts thine hand bestows | | | | | | | |
193 | 'Tis by the faith of joys to come | | | | | | | |
194 | Jesus, our souls' delightful choice | | | | | | | |
195 | By faith in Christ I walk with God | | | | | | | |
196 | Begone, unbelief, my Saviour is near | | | | | | | |
197 | Thou Fountain of bliss, thy smile I entreat | | | | | | | |
198 | The sinner that truly believes | | | | | | | |
199 | A debtor to mercy alone | | | | | | | |