# | Text | Tune | | | | | | |
I | Now may the Spirit's holy fire | | | | | | | |
II | Once more we come before our God | | | | | | | |
III | Lord, in the morning thou shalt hear | | | | | | | |
IV | With rev'rence let the saints appear | | | | | | | |
V | The Saviour calls, — let every ear | | | | | | | |
VI | O for a thousand tongues to sing | | | | | | | |
VII | Thou only source of true delight | | | | | | | |
VIII | The Lord descending from above | | | | | | | |
IX | Let them neglect thy glory, Lord | | | | | | | |
X | Frequent the day of God returns | | | | | | | |
XI | Sprinkled with reconciling blood | | | | | | | |
XII | The praise of Zion waits for thee | | | | | | | |
XIII | Another six days work is done | | | | | | | |
XIV | What various hind'rances we meet | | | | | | | |
XV | Bless, O my soul, the living God | | | | | | | |
XVI | Awake, my soul, in joyful lays | | | | | | | |
XVII | Come hither, all ye weary souls | | | | | | | |
XVIII | Come, gracious Spirit, heavenly dove | | | | | | | |
XIX | Before JEHOVAH's awful throne | | | | | | | |
XX | Ye nations round the earth, rejoice | | | | | | | |
XXI | Welcome sweet day of rest | | | | | | | |
XXII | Come, HOLY SPIRIT, come | | | | | | | |
XXIII | Come, we that love the Lord | | | | | | | |
XXIV | Come, sound his praise abroad | | | | | | | |
XXV | Salvation to our God | | | | | | | |
XXVI | Eternal Wisdom thee we praise | | | | | | | |
XXVII | Lord when our Raptur'd thought surveys | | | | | | | |
XXVIII | Father of mercies, in thy word | | | | | | | |
XXIX | O for an heart to love my God! | | | | | | | |
XXX | Come, LORD, and warm each languid heart | | | | | | | |
XXXI | Come, holy Spirit, heav'nly Dove | | | | | | | |
XXXII | Jesus the eternal Son of God | | | | | | | |
XXXIII | Sweet is the memory of thy grace | | | | | | | |
XXXIV | Earth has detain'd me prisoner long | | | | | | | |
XXXV | What shall I render to my God | | | | | | | |
XXXVI | Father, I sing thy wond'rous grace | | | | | | | |
XXXVII | My soul how lovely is the place | | | | | | | |
XXXVIII | Ye trembling souls dismiss your fears | | | | | | | |
XXXIX | What Wisdom Majesty and grace | | | | | | | |
XL | O Lord, our Lord, how wond'rous great | | | | | | | |
XLI | Great God, indulge my humble claim | | | | | | | |
XLII | Give to our God immortal praise | | | | | | | |
XLIII | Eternal Power, whose high abode | | | | | | | |
XLIV | Thou art O God! a spirit pure | | | | | | | |
XLV | Great Former of this various frame | | | | | | | |
XLVI | Loud let the tuneful trumpet sound | | | | | | | |
XLVII | Does it not grief and wonder move | | | | | | | |
XLVIII | The heav'ns declare thy glory, Lord | | | | | | | |
XLIX | High in the heav'ns, eternal GOD | | | | | | | |
L | The king of saints, how fair his face | | | | | | | |
LI | Lord, when thou didst ascend on high | | | | | | | |
LII | So let our lips and lives express | | | | | | | |
LIII | Far from my thoughts, vain world, be gone | | | | | | | |
LIV | Thus saith the wisdom of the Lord | | | | | | | |
LV | Come sinners, saith the mighty God | | | | | | | |
LVI | Assist us, LORD, thy name to praise | | | | | | | |
LVII | O that the Lord would guide my ways | | | | | | | |
LVIII | I love thy charming name | | | | | | | |
LIX | With heart and lips unfeign'd | | | | | | | |
LX | Blest are the souls that hear and know | | | | | | | |
LXI | Rich grace, free grace most sweetly calls | | | | | | | |
LXII | Out of the deeps of long distress | | | | | | | |
LXIII | Awake, sweet gratitude and sing | | | | | | | |
LXIV | Hosanna to the Prince of light | | | | | | | |
LXV | A form of words tho' e'er so sound | | | | | | | |
LXVI | Come humble sinners, in whose breast | | | | | | | |
LXVII | Lord when I read the traitor's doom | | | | | | | |
LXVIII | Father, before we hence depart | | | | | | | |
LXIX | In vain Apollo's silver tongue | | | | | | | |
LXX | There is a land of pure delight | | | | | | | |
LXXI | Now may the God of peace and love | | | | | | | |
LXXII | Not unto us but thee alone | | | | | | | |
LXXIII | My God, my portion, and my love | | | | | | | |
LXXIV | Eternal source of joys divine | | | | | | | |
LXXV | Arise, my soul, my joyful pow'rs | | | | | | | |
LXXVI | And now, my soul another year | | | | | | | |
LXXVII | Yonder — amazing Sight! — I see | | | | | | | |
LXXVIII | O Thou, whose tender mercy hears | | | | | | | |
LXXIX | God moves in a mysterious way | | | | | | | |
LXXX | From thee, my God, my joys shall rise | | | | | | | |
LXXXI | Dressed uniform the soldier's wear | | | | | | | |
LXXXII | Glory to God, who gave the word | | | | | | | |
LXXXIII | Alas! and did my Savior bleed! | | | | | | | |
LXXXIV | Awake, ye saints, and lift your eyes | | | | | | | |
LXXXV | Now, Lord, thy heav'nly seed is sown | | | | | | | |
LXXXVI | O Jesu, Jesu, dearest Lord | | | | | | | |
LXXXVII | My Saviour, my Almighty friend | | | | | | | |
LXXXVIII | To our Redeemer's glorious name | | | | | | | |
LXXXIX | Alas what hourly dangers rise | | | | | | | |
XC | Oft I reflect upon thy grace | | | | | | | |
XCI | He is a God of sovereign love | | | | | | | |
XCII | God of all consolation, take | | | | | | | |
XCIII | To thee, my God, I hourly sigh | | | | | | | |
XCIV | The souls that would to Jesus press | | | | | | | |
XCV | When I can read my title clear | | | | | | | |
XCVI | Naked as from the earth we came | | | | | | | |
XCVII | Am I a soldier of the cross? | | | | | | | |
XCVIII | Let ev'ry mortal ear attend | | | | | | | |
XCIX | Blest is the man, who shuns the place | | | | | | | |
C | Father, I stretch my hands to thee | | | | | | | |