# | Text | Tune | | | | | | |
231 | Saved from the damning power of sin | | | | | | | |
232 | Oh love beyond the reach of thought | | | | | | | |
233 | Grace! 'tis a charming sound | | | | | | | |
234 | Not to myself I owe | | | | | | | |
235 | All that I was—my sin, my guilt | | | | | | | |
236 | Now to the power of God supreme | | | | | | | |
237 | Not for the works which we have done | | | | | | | |
238 | Lord, we confess our num'rous faults | | | | | | | |
239 | Salvation! O the joyful sound! | | | | | | | |
240 | Come, happy souls, approach your God | | | | | | | |
241 | Raise your triumphant songs | | | | | | | |
242 | God of salvation, we adore | | | | | | | |
243 | O my distrustful heart | | | | | | | |
244 | Arise, my soul, my joyful powers | | | | | | | |
245 | To God the only wise | | | | | | | |
246 | Now shall my inward joys arise | | | | | | | |
247 | When I stand before the throne | | | | | | | |
248 | We love Thee, Lord, because when we | | | | | | | |
249 | Ere the blue heav'ns were stretched abroad | | | | | | | |
250 | The Lord of glory, mov'd by love | | | | | | | |
251 | Mighty God! while angels bless Thee | | | | | | | |
252 | Let us all, with grateful praises | | | | | | | |
253 | Angels! from the realms of glory | | | | | | | |
254 | Mortals, awake, with angels join | | | | | | | |
255 | Bright and joyful is the morn | | | | | | | |
256 | Hark, the herald angels sing | | | | | | | |
257 | Hark, the glad sound! the Saviour comes | | | | | | | |
258 | Joy to the world, the Lord is come | | | | | | | |
259 | Saviour of men and Lord of love | | | | | | | |
260 | It is my sweetest comfort, Lord | | | | | | | |
261 | Jesus, who pass'd the angels by | | | | | | | |
262 | My dear Redeemer and my Lord | | | | | | | |
263 | Lord, as to Thy dear cross we flee | | | | | | | |
264 | Father of eternal grace | | | | | | | |
265 | Did Christ o'er sinners weep | | | | | | | |
266 | Pilgrims here on earth and strangers | | | | | | | |
267 | Thus saith God, of His Anointed: | | | | | | | |
268 | Rejected and despis'd of men | | | | | | | |
269 | Go to dark Gethsemane | | | | | | | |
270 | Come, all ye chosen saints of God | | | | | | | |
271 | Many woes had He endur'd | | | | | | | |
272 | Immanuel, sunk with dreadful woe | | | | | | | |
273 | Much we talk of Jesu's blood | | | | | | | |
274 | See how the patient Jesus stands | | | | | | | |
275 | O sacred Head, once wounded | | | | | | | |
276 | How clearly all His torturing wounds | | | | | | | |
277 | See the destin'd day arise! | | | | | | | |
278 | Oh come and mourn with me awhile! | | | | | | | |
279 | Alas! and did my Saviour bleed? | | | | | | | |
280 | Yonder—amazing sight!—I see | | | | | | | |
281 | Sweet the moments, rich in blessing | | | | | | | |
282 | When I survey the wondrous cross | | | | | | | |
283 | The enormous load of human guilt | | | | | | | |
284 | In Jesu's name, with one accord | | | | | | | |
285 | For me vouchsaf'd th' unspotted Lamb | | | | | | | |
286 | Now, my soul, thy voice upraising | | | | | | | |
287 | Let all our tongues be one | | | | | | | |
288 | There is a fountain fill'd with blood | | | | | | | |
289 | Nature with open volume stands | | | | | | | |
290 | Awake, my soul, and rise | | | | | | | |
291 | Like sheep, we went astray | | | | | | | |
292 | When on Sinai's top I see | | | | | | | |
293 | Behold th' amazing sight | | | | | | | |
294 | On the wings of faith uprising | | | | | | | |
295 | In the Lord's atoning grief | | | | | | | |
296 | The Son of God, in mighty love | | | | | | | |
297 | Great High Priest, we view Thee stooping | | | | | | | |
298 | Sons of peace, redeem'd by blood | | | | | | | |
299 | More marr'd than any man's | | | | | | | |
300 | Hark! the voice of love and mercy | | | | | | | |
301 | “It is finish'd!”—Shall we raise | | | | | | | |
302 | I sing my Saviour's wondrous death | | | | | | | |
303 | Once it was mine, the cup of wrath | | | | | | | |
304 | Beyond the glittering starry skies | | | | | | | |
305 | Ye bright immortal throng | | | | | | | |
306 | “Christ the Lord is ris'n today,” | | | | | | | |
307 | Angels, roll the rock away | | | | | | | |
308 | Yes, the Redeemer rose | | | | | | | |
309 | “The Lord is ris'n indeed” | | | | | | | |
310 | The happy morn is come | | | | | | | |
311 | Praise the Redeemer, almighty to save | | | | | | | |
312 | Ye humble souls that seek the Lord | | | | | | | |
313 | Hosannah to the Prince of light | | | | | | | |
314 | He's gone—the Saviour's work on earth | | | | | | | |
315 | “Who is this that comes from Edom?” | | | | | | | |
316 | Rejoice, ye shining worlds on high | | | | | | | |
317 | Sing, O heavens! O earth, rejoice! | | | | | | | |
318 | Th' eternal gates lift up their heads | | | | | | | |
319 | Thou art gone up on high | | | | | | | |
320 | Glory, glory to our King! | | | | | | | |
321 | Jesus the Lord, our souls adore | | | | | | | |
322 | Lift up your heads, ye gates, and wide | | | | | | | |
323 | Jesus, hail! enthron'd in glory | | | | | | | |
324 | Triumphant, Christ ascends on high | | | | | | | |
325 | Awake, sweet gratitude, and sing | | | | | | | |
326 | He lives, the great Redeemer lives | | | | | | | |
327 | Where high the heavenly temple stands | | | | | | | |
328 | With joy we meditate the grace | | | | | | | |
329 | Who shall the Lord's elect condemn? | | | | | | | |
330 | There is a Shepherd kind and strong | | | | | | | |