# | Text | Tune | | | | | | |
CCI | What blessings in the Lamb abound | | | | | | | |
CCII | Jesus, the heav'nly lover, gave | | | | | | | |
CCIII | First born of many brethren, Thou | | | | | | | |
CCIV | Had I ten thousand gifts beside | | | | | | | |
CCV | Now shall our tongues with rapture tell | | | | | | | |
CCVI | Ere the blue heav'ns were stretch'd abroad | | | | | | | |
CCVII | Awake, our souls, and bless his name | | | | | | | |
CCVIII | Hail! high, exalted, righteous man | | | | | | | |
CCIX | What saving pow'r, what grace divine | | | | | | | |
CCX | 'Tis not of him that weeps and prays | | | | | | | |
CCXI | All fulness in the Lamb we view | | | | | | | |
CCXII | Hark! for 'tis God's own Son that calls | | | | | | | |
CCXIII | Emmanuel is God with me | | | | | | | |
CCXIV | 'Twas finish'd, saith the faithful God | | | | | | | |
CCXV | Hail! mighty Jesus, how divine | | | | | | | |
CCXVI | My God, since I can call thee mine | | | | | | | |
CCXVII | Now to the Lord a noble song! | | | | | | | |
CCXVIII | By grace we know, to us it's clear | | | | | | | |
CCXIX | All things delivered are | | | | | | | |
CCXX | Now in the face of Jesus, we | | | | | | | |
CCXXI | The man who works not, but believes | | | | | | | |
CCXXII | Lo what a glorious sight appears | | | | | | | |
CCXXIII | Rejoice, the Lord is King! | | | | | | | |
CCXXIV | How shall our feeble lips proclaim | | | | | | | |
CCXXV | Behold the sin atoning Lamb | | | | | | | |
CCXXVI | We now arise, the light is come | | | | | | | |
CCXXVII | How rich the love! my Lord, my God | | | | | | | |
CCXXVIII | Whilst I shall track the depth of love | | | | | | | |
CCXXIX | When favored John beheld | | | | | | | |
CCXXX | Jesus, Master, in thine hand | | | | | | | |
CCXXXI | Ye are God's building, is the word | | | | | | | |
CCXXXII | My Savior for me bled | | | | | | | |
CCXXXIII | Sages of ancient letter'd times! | | | | | | | |
CCXXXIV | What dazzling glories strike mine eye! | | | | | | | |
CCXXXV | A good High Priest is come | | | | | | | |
CCXXXVI | With joy we meditate the grace | | | | | | | |
CCXXXVII | The Father's great decree | | | | | | | |
CCXXXVIII | My Redeemer, let me be | | | | | | | |
CCXXXIX | Jesus, the Father's richest grace | | | | | | | |
CCXL | Jesus, 'tis thine to seek | | | | | | | |
CCXLI | Ye children of my God | | | | | | | |
CCXLII | The Lord my pasture shall prepare | | | | | | | |
CCXLIII | Awake my soul, arise | | | | | | | |
CCXLIV | From precept and demand | | | | | | | |
CCXLV | Here shall no trouble or dismay | | | | | | | |
CCXLVI | Jesus the grace revealed | | | | | | | |
CCXLVII | I am, saith Christ, the Way | | | | | | | |
CCXLVIII | My God assist me, while I raise | | | | | | | |
CCXLIX | The unutterable Word thou art | | | | | | | |
CCL | Worthy art thou, the First of Days | | | | | | | |
CCLI | How is our nature spoil'd by sin! | | | | | | | |
CCLII | O thou who didst thy glory leave | | | | | | | |
CCLIII | How shall the sons of men appear | | | | | | | |
CCLIV | Glory be to God on high | | | | | | | |
CCLV | The Eternal speaks, all heaven attends | | | | | | | |
CCLVI | In mine own flesh I see | | | | | | | |
CCLVII | Enslav'd by sin and bound in chains | | | | | | | |
CCLVIII | Father, how wide thy glory shines! | | | | | | | |
CCLIX | Behold, that splendour! Hear the shout! | | | | | | | |
CCLX | All glorious God, what hymns of praise | | | | | | | |
CCLXI | 'Tis finished, the Redeemer said | | | | | | | |
CCLXII | Salvation thro' our dying God | | | | | | | |
CCLXIII | 'Tis finish'd, so the Saviour cried | | | | | | | |
CCLXIV | Salvation! Oh the joyful sound! | | | | | | | |
CCLXV | 'Tis finish'd, cri'd the Lamb of God | | | | | | | |
CCLXVI | With Angels join t' adore the name | | | | | | | |
CCLXVII | Of him who did salvation bring | | | | | | | |
CCLXVIII | O love! what a secret to mortals thou art? | | | | | | | |
CCLXIX | O my distrustful heart | | | | | | | |
CCLXX | We now with gladness tell | | | | | | | |
CCLXXI | Awake, my soul, in joyous lays | | | | | | | |
CCLXXII | Should bounteous nature kindly pour | | | | | | | |
CCLXXIII | To sing Immanuel's grace divine | | | | | | | |
CCLXXIV | When I behold my bleeding God | | | | | | | |
CCLXXV | Bless'd be the everlasting God | | | | | | | |
CCLXXVI | O God, my Sun, thy blissful rays | | | | | | | |
CCLXXVII | Why sinks my weak desponding mind? | | | | | | | |
CCLXXVIII | Now let our voices join | | | | | | | |
CCLXXIX | Children of the heavenly king | | | | | | | |
CCLXXX | Faith!— 'tis a precious grace | | | | | | | |
CCLXXXI | Jesus, I love thy charming name | | | | | | | |
CCLXXXII | Your harps, ye trembling saints | | | | | | | |
CCLXXXIII | From whence this fear and unbelief | | | | | | | |
CCLXXXIV | A debtor to mercy alone | | | | | | | |
CCLXXXV | Hail, Alpha and Omega, hail! | | | | | | | |
CCLXXXVI | How glorious the Lamb | | | | | | | |
CCLXXXVII | Our Father, whose eternal sway | | | | | | | |
CCLXXXVIII | Great God, the nations of the earth | | | | | | | |
CCLXXXIX | Messiah, full of grace | | | | | | | |
CCXC | Saviour King, assume thy pow'r | | | | | | | |
CCXCI | Father, is not thy promise pledg'd | | | | | | | |
CCXCII | Mighty God, while angels bless thee | | | | | | | |
CCXCIII | Praise God, from whom all blessings flow | | | | | | | |
CCXCIV | To the eternal Three | | | | | | | |
CCXCV | Hosanna to the Prince of grace | | | | | | | |
CCXCVI | Sing we to our God above | | | | | | | |
CCXCVII | To God the Father, God the Son | | | | | | | |
CCXCVIII | O all ye nations, praise the Lord | | | | | | | |
CCXCIX | None but Jesus will we sing | | | | | | | |
CCC | Give glory to God, ye children of men | | | | | | | |