# | Text | Tune |  |  |  |  |  |  |
d1 | And let this feeble body fail | | | | | | | |
d2 | This God is the God we adore | | | | | | | |
a1 | There is a God, all nature speaks | | | | | |  | |
a2 | Ye humble souls, approach your God | | | | | |  | |
a3 | Eternal Wisdom thee we praise | | | | | |  | |
a4 | Keep silence, all created things | | | | | |  | |
a5 | Attend, my soul, the voice divine | | | | | |  | |
a6 | On man in his own image made | | | | | |  | |
a7 | Isr'l in ancient days | | | | | |  | |
a8 | Hark, the herald angels sing, glory to the newborn King | | | | | |  | |
a9 | While shepherds watch [watched] their flocks by night | | | | | |  | |
a10 | Shepherds, rejoice, lift up your eyes | | | | | |  | |
a11 | Lift up your heads in joyful hope | | | | | |  | |
a12 | O sight of anguish, view it near | | | | | |  | |
a13 | Hark, the glad sound, the Savior comes | | | | | |  | |
a14 | And is the gospel peace and love | | | | | |  | |
a15 | When at a [this] distance, Lord, we trace | | | | | |  | |
a16 | What venerable sight appears | | | | | |  | |
a17 | Many woes had Christ endured | | | | | |  | |
a18 | From whence these dire portents around [direful omens round] | | | | | |  | |
a19 | ôTis finished, so the Savior cried, and meekly | | | | | |  | |
a20 | He dies, the friend of sinners dies | | | | | |  | |
a21 | Hark, the herald angels say | | | | | |  | |
a22 | Hail the day that saw him rise | | | | | |  | |
a23 | Come tune, ye saints, your noblest strains | | | | | |  | |
a24 | Angel [Angels], roll the rock [stone] away | | | | | |  | |
a25 | Mighty God [Lord] while angels bless [praise] thee | | | | | |  | |
a26 | All hail the power of Jesus' name, Let angels prostrate fall | | | | | |  | |
a27 | Let us awake our joys | | | | | |  | |
a28 | Rejoice, the Lord is King, Your God [Lord] and King adore | | | | | |  | |
a29 | Father, how wide thy glory shines | | | | | |  | |
a30 | Glory to God on high | | | | | |  | |
a31 | He lives, the [that] great Redeemer [Creator] lives | | | | | |  | |
a32 | Hail, thou once despised Jesus | | | | | |  | |
a33 | Now begin the heavenly theme | | | | | |  | |
a34 | How helpless guilty [fallen] nature lies | | | | | |  | |
a35 | Come, Holy Spirit, come | | | | | |  | |
a36 | O that my load of sin were [was] gone | | | | | |  | |
a37 | How oft, alas, this [our] wretched [sinful] [wicked] heart | | | | | |  | |
a38 | Weary of struggling with my pain | | | | | |  | |
a39 | Come, humble sinner, in whose breast | | | | | |  | |
a40 | Sin enslaved me many years | | | | | |  | |
a41 | In sin by blinded passions led | | | | | |  | |
a42 | Dear Lord, and shall thy Spirit rest in such [this] a wretched heart as mine | | | | | |  | |
a43 | The moment a sinner believes, and trusts in his crucified God | | | | | |  | |
a44 | Faith— 'tis a precious grace | | | | | |  | |
a45 | Rise, O my [our] soul [souls], pursue the path[way] | | | | | |  | |
a46 | The newborn child of gospel grace | | | | | |  | |
a47 | O God, whose favorable eye | | | | | |  | |
a48 | Zeal is that [the] pure and heavenly flame | | | | | |  | |
a49 | When any turn from Zion's way | | | | | |  | |
a50 | Jesus, and shall it ever be | | | | | |  | |
a51 | Perpetual source of light and grace | | | | | |  | |
a52 | Sweet was the time when first I felt | | | | | |  | |
a53 | Encompassed with clouds of distress | | | | | |  | |
a54 | 'Tis a point I long to know | | | | | |  | |
a55 | Descend, Holy Spirit, the Dove | | | | | |  | |
a56 | I asked the Lord that I might grow | | | | | |  | |
a57 | Dear Jesus, when shall it be | | | | | |  | |
a58 | What jarring natures dwell within | | | | | |  | |
a59 | Alas what hourly dangers rise | | | | | |  | |
a60 | O my soul, what means this sadness | | | | | |  | |
a61 | I was a groveling creature [sinner] once | | | | | |  | |
a62 | Jesus, I know, hath [has] died for me | | | | | |  | |
a63 | The deluge at the almighty's call | | | | | |  | |
a64 | One there is above all others, well [who] deserves | | | | | |  | |
a65 | Manna to Isr'l well supplied | | | | | |  | |
a66 | Joy is a [the] fruit that will not grow | | | | | |  | |
a67 | O for a closer walk with God | | | | | |  | |
a68 | God moves in a mysterious way | | | | | |  | |
a69 | O how I love thy holy word | | | | | |  | |
a70 | O Lord, my best desire [desires] fulfill | | | | | |  | |
a71 | It is the Lord--enthroned in light | | | | | |  | |
a72 | Didst thou, dear Jesus, suffer shame | | | | | |  | |
a73 | Fierce passions discompose the mind | | | | | |  | |
a74 | The saints should never be dismayed | | | | | |  | |
a75 | By whom was David taught | | | | | |  | |
a76 | Heal us, Immanuel, here we are [stand] | | | | | |  | |
a77 | Jesus, whose blood so freely streamed | | | | | |  | |
a78 | When all thy [your] mercies, O my [our] God [gracious Lord] | | | | | |  | |
a79 | Through all the changing scenes of life, In trouble | | | | | |  | |
a80 | Come thou fount of every blessing | | | | | |  | |
a81 | How shall I my [we our] Savior set forth | | | | | |  | |
a82 | Thou only Sovereign of my heart | | | | | |  | |
a83 | The billows swell, the winds are high | | | | | |  | |
a84 | Jesus, Lover [Savior] of my soul, Let me to thy bosom [refuge] fly | | | | | |  | |
a85 | Jesus, at thy command | | | | | |  | |
a86 | I know that my Redeemer lives, what comfort this | | | | | |  | |
a87 | Son of God thy blessing grant | | | | | |  | |
a88 | My song shall bless the Lord of all | | | | | |  | |
a89 | Jesus, thy blood and righteousness | | | | | |  | |
a90 | Am I a soldier of the cross | | | | | |  | |
a91 | Guide me, O thou great Jehovah | | | | | |  | |
a92 | The Lord my pasture shall prepare, and feed me with a shepherd's care | | | | | |  | |
a93 | See, Gabriel swift descend to earth | | | | | |  | |
a94 | How are thy servants blest, O Lord [God] | | | | | |  | |
a95 | Although the vine its fruit deny | | | | | |  | |
a96 | Thou dear Redeemer, dying Lamb | | | | | |  | |
a97 | World adieu thou real [cruel] cheat | | | | | |  | |
a98 | Rise, my soul, and stretch thy wings | | | | | |  | |