# | Text | Tune | | | | | | |
1 | Before Jehovah's awful throne | OLD HUNDRED | | | | | | |
2 | Lord, we are blind, we mortals blind | OLD HUNDRED | | | | | | |
3 | Jehovah reigns his throne is high | HEBRON | | | | | | |
4 | There is a God, all nature speaks | | | | | | | |
5 | What is our God, or what his name | | | | | | | |
6 | The spacious firmament on high | CEPHAS | | | | | | |
7 | O God, the Light of all that live | | | | | | | |
8 | To God the Father, God the Son | | | | | | | |
9 | Great God, how infinite art thou | MEAR | | | | | | |
10 | Our God, our help in ages past | | | | | | | |
11 | Let others boast how strong they be | ARLINGTON | | | | | | |
12 | While verdant hill and blooming vale | | | | | | | |
13 | God moves in a mysterious way | | | | | | | |
14 | Thy way, O God! is in the sea | BALERMA | | | | | | |
15 | Keep silence, all created things | | | | | | | |
16 | Not unto us, but thee alone | | | | | | | |
17 | How precious is the book divine | ORTONVILLE | | | | | | |
18 | Ye little flock, whom Jesus feeds | | | | | | | |
19 | Blest are the souls that hear and know | | | | | | | |
20 | O how I love thy holy law | | | | | | | |
21 | The heavens declare thy glory, Lord | LOUVAN | | | | | | |
22 | I love the sacred book of God | | | | | | | |
23 | Behold a sinner, dearest Lord | | | | | | | |
24 | The law commands, and makes us know | WINCHESTER | | | | | | |
25 | Come dearest Lord, who reignst above | | | | | | | |
26 | Proclaim my gospel saith the Lord | | | | | | | |
27 | Say now, ye lovely social band | SOCIAL BAND | | | | | | |
28 | How oft have sin and Satan strove | | | | | | | |
29 | In vain men talk of living faith | | | | | | | |
30a | Just as I am, without one plea | WOODWORTH | | | | | | |
30b | Just as thou art, without one trace | WOODWORTH | | | | | | |
31 | Sweet is the work, my God, my King | | | | | | | |
32 | Election is a truth divine | | | | | | | |
33 | Sons we are, thro' God's election | I WILL ARISE | | | | | | |
34 | Christ and his cross is all our theme | TAPPAN | | | | | | |
35 | The Lord, descending from above | | | | | | | |
36 | Our God! how firm his promise stands | | | | | | | |
37 | Let God the Father, and the Son | | | | | | | |
38 | Not all the outward forms on earth | NORTH FIELD | | | | | | |
39 | But few among the carnal wise | | | | | | | |
40 | Sinners, this solemn truth regard | | | | | | | |
41 | Jesus hath suffered once for sin | SHERBURNE | | | | | | |
42 | Vain are the hopes the sons of men | | | | | | | |
43 | Not the malicious or profane | | | | | | | |
44 | To Father, Son, and Holy Ghost | | | | | | | |
45 | How long beneath the law I lay | | | | | | | |
46 | Christ is the way to heavenly bliss | | | | | | | |
47 | Beneath the sacred throne of God | | | | | | | |
48 | Awaked by Sinai's awful sound | | | | | | | |
49 | This life's a dream, an empty show | TRANSPORT | | | | | | |
50 | Who shall the Lord's elect condemn | | | | | | | |
51 | So let our lips and lives express | | | | | | | |
52 | Grace! 'tis a charming sound | KENTUCKY | | | | | | |
53 | Religion's form is vain | | | | | | | |
54 | I am, saith Christ, the way | | | | | | | |
55 | Like sheep we went astray | BRIDGETOWN | | | | | | |
56 | Sweet joy with grief is mixed | | | | | | | |
57 | When overwhelmed with grief | | | | | | | |
58 | No more, my God, I boast no more | UXBRIDGE | | | | | | |
59 | Sinners, away from Sinai fly | | | | | | | |
60 | When on the cross my Saviour died | | | | | | | |
61 | Jesus my Love, my chief delight | | | | | | | |
62 | Show pity Lord, O Lord, forgive | DEVOTION | | | | | | |
63 | Lord, what a heaven of saving grace | | | | | | | |
64 | Praise God, from whom all blessings flow | | | | | | | |
65 | There is a fountain filled with blood | CLEANSING FOUNTAIN | | | | | | |
66 | Come, let us join our cheerful songs | | | | | | | |
67 | Once more we come before our God | | | | | | | |
68 | Once more, my soul, the rising day | CONSOLATION | | | | | | |
69 | Jesus, I love thy charming name | | | | | | | |
70 | O that I knew the secret place | | | | | | | |
71 | Behold what wondrous grace | GOLDEN HILL | | | | | | |
72 | Did Christ o'er sinners weep | | | | | | | |
73 | Awake, and sing the song | | | | | | | |
74 | Dear Saviour we are thine | BOYLSTON | | | | | | |
75 | Did Jesus weep for me? | | | | | | | |
76 | Not all the blood of beasts | | | | | | | |
77 | Sing to the Lord, ye heav'nly hosts | DUNLAP CREEK | | | | | | |
78 | Behold the sure foundation stone | | | | | | | |
79 | Awake, our souls, and bless his name | | | | | | | |
80 | To Father, Son, and Holy Ghost | | | | | | | |
81 | Father, whate'er of earthly bliss | NAOMI | | | | | | |
82 | Hope of our hearts, O Lord, appear | | | | | | | |
83 | When Jesus hung upon the tree | | | | | | | |
84 | Awake, my soul, to joyful lays | LOVING-KINDNESS | | | | | | |
85 | Jesus, and shall it ever be | FEDERAL STREET | | | | | | |
86 | 'Tis finished, so the Saviour cried | | | | | | | |
87 | He dies! the Friend of sinners dies! | | | | | | | |
88 | My hope is built on nothing less | THE SOLID ROCK | | | | | | |
89 | Thou hidden source of calm repose | | | | | | | |
90 | Your harps, ye trembling saints | IDUMEA | | | | | | |
91 | Destruction's dangerous road | | | | | | | |
92 | Salvation, O the joyful sound | TWENTY-FOURTH | | | | | | |
93 | Salvation! O melodious sound | | | | | | | |
94 | Salvation, through our dying Head | | | | | | | |
95 | All hail the power of Jesus' name | CORONATION | | | | | | |
96 | Jesus, I sing thy matchless grace | | | | | | | |
97 | Oh! for a thousand tongues to sing | | | | | | | |
98 | Ye nations round the earth, rejoice | WELLS | | | | | | |
99 | Eternal Sovereign, Lord of all | | | | | | | |