# | Text | Tune | | | | | | |
H57 | Lord, how secure my conscience was [lay] | | | | | | | |
H58 | The law by Moses came | | | | | | | |
H59 | Christ and his [the] cross is [are] all our [my] theme | | | | | | | |
H60 | Deep in the dust before thy throne | | | | | | | |
H61 | With joy we meditate the [thy] grace | | | | | | | |
H62 | Come hither, all ye [you] weary souls | | | | | | | |
H63 | Go preach my gospel, saith the [my] Lord | | | | | | | |
H64 | Saints at your heavenly Father's word | | | | | | | |
H65 | Behold how sinners disagree | | | | | | | |
H66 | So let our lips and lives express | | | | | | | |
H67 | Had I the tongues of Greeks and Jews | | | | | | | |
H68 | Come gracious Lord, descend and dwell | | | | | | | |
H69 | God is a spirit, just and wise | | | | | | | |
H70 | Now to the power of God Supreme | | | | | | | |
H71 | Firm as the earth thy [the] gospel stands | | | | | | | |
H72 | How oft have [hath] sin and Satan [nature] strove [striven] | | | | | | | |
H73 | Mistaken souls, that [who] dream of heaven | | | | | | | |
H74 | Like sheep we went astray | | | | | | | |
H75 | As new born babes desire the breast | | | | | | | |
H76 | Why should the children of a King | | | | | | | |
H77 | Join all the glorious names | | | | | | | |
H78 | Jesus, my great High Priest | | | | | | | |
H79 | Why do we mourn departing friends | | | | | | | |
H80 | Lord, when my thoughts with wonder roll | | | | | | | |
H81 | Here at thy cross, my dying God | | | | | | | |
H82 | Once more, my soul, the rising day salutes thy waking eyes | | | | | | | |
H83 | Dread Sovereign, let my evening song | | | | | | | |
H84 | Hosanna, with a cheerful sound | | | | | | | |
H85 | Alas, and did my Savior bleed? And did my Sovereign die? | | | | | | | |
H86 | I send the joys of earth away | | | | | | | |
H87 | The true Messiah now appears | | | | | | | |
H88 | Sing to the Lord, that built the skies | | | | | | | |
H89 | Welcome, sweet day of rest | | | | | | | |
H90 | Far from my [our] thoughts, vain world, be gone | | | | | | | |
H91 | Lord, what a heaven of saving | | | | | | | |
H92 | Let others boast how strong they be [are] | | | | | | | |
H93 | Why is my heart so far from thee | | | | | | | |
H94 | Descend from heaven, immortal dove | | | | | | | |
H95 | My drowsy powers, why sleep ye [you] so | | | | | | | |
H96 | Stoop down, my thoughts, that [which] used [use] to rise | | | | | | | |
H97 | My thoughts on awful subjects roll | | | | | | | |
H98 | Jesus, with all thy saints above | | | | | | | |
H99 | Come, ye [you] [we] that [who] love the Lord [Christ], And let your [our] joys | | | | | | | |
H100 | Why should we start and fear to die | | | | | | | |
H101 | How short and hasty is our life | | | | | | | |
H102 | Raise thee my soul fly up and run | | | | | | | |
H103 | Come, Holy Spirit, from above | | | | | | | |
H104 | Let them neglect thy [their] glory, Lord | | | | | | | |
H105 | Well, the Redeemer's gone | | | | | | | |
H106 | Lift up your eyes to the heavenly seat | | | | | | | |
H107 | Happy the heart where graces reign | | | | | | | |
H108 | Our days, alas, our mortal days | | | | | | | |
H109 | Our God how firm his promise stands | | | | | | | |
H110 | O might I once mount up and see | | | | | | | |
H111 | Now for a tune [hymn] [song] of lofty praise | | | | | | | |
H112 | Up to the Lord, that [who] reigns on high | | | | | | | |
H113 | Now to the Lord a noble [joyful] song | | | | | | | |
H114 | How vain are all things here below | | | | | | | |
H115 | Death cannot make our souls afraid, If God be with us there | | | | | | | |
H116 | Now let the Lord my Savior smile | | | | | | | |
H117 | Death, 'tis a melancholy day To those that have no God | | | | | | | |
H118 | Lord, what a wretched land is this | | | | | | | |
H119 | Our journey is a thorny maze | | | | | | | |
H120 | My God, the spring of all my joys | | | | | | | |
H121 | Thee we adore, eternal name, And humbly | | | | | | | |
H122 | Lord, how secure and blest [blessed] are they | | | | | | | |
H123 | Our life is ever on the wing | | | | | | | |
H124 | Praise, everlasting praise, be paid | | | | | | | |
H125 | My soul, come, meditate the day, And think | | | | | | | |
H126 | Hark, from the tomb [tombs] a doleful [warning] [mournful] sound | | | | | | | |
H127 | Happy the Church, thou [the] sacred place | | | | | | | |
H128 | When I can read my title clear | | | | | | | |
H129 | There is a land of pure delight, Where saints immortal reign | | | | | | | |
H130 | Great God, how infinite art thou | | | | | | | |
H131 | Father, I long, I faint to see The place of thine abode | | | | | | | |
H132 | Begin my tongue some heavenly theme | | | | | | | |
H133 | Blest morning, whose first, dawning [opening] rays [hour] [light] | | | | | | | |
H134 | Is this the kind return | | | | | | | |
H135 | From thee, my [O] God, my [our] joys shall rise | | | | | | | |
H136 | Hosanna [Hosannas] to the Prince of light | | | | | | | |
H137 | Stand up, my soul [our souls], shake off thy [your] fears | | | | | | | |
H138 | When the first parents of our race | | | | | | | |
H139 | Plunged in a [the] gulf of dark [deep] despair | | | | | | | |
H140 | And now the scales have left mine eyes | | | | | | | |
H141 | Arise, my soul, my joyful powers | | | | | | | |
H142 | Come, all [devout] harmonious tongues | | | | | | | |
H143 | Why does your face, ye humble [troubled] souls | | | | | | | |
H144 | Our sins, alas, how strong they be [are] | | | | | | | |
H145 | Salvation, O the joyful sound | | | | | | | |
H146 | O the delights, the heavenly joys | | | | | | | |
H147 | My God, my life, my love, to thee, to thee I call | | | | | | | |
H148 | My God, my portion, and my love, my everlasting all. | | | | | | | |
H149 | Infinite grief, amazing woe | | | | | | | |
H150 | My heart, alas, how hard it is | | | | | | | |
H151 | Let the whole race of creatures lie | | | | | | | |
H152 | When in the light of faith divine | | | | | | | |
H153 | Come, happy souls, approach your God | | | | | | | |
H154 | Raise your triumphant songs | | | | | | | |
H155 | And are we wretches yet alive | | | | | | | |
H156 | 'Twas for my sins, my dearest Lord | | | | | | | |