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101 | Father of mercies, God of love, O hear a humble | | | | | | | |
102 | Mortals, awake, with angels join | | | | | | | |
103 | Shepherds, rejoice, lift up your eyes | | | | | | | |
104 | Hark, the herald angels sing, glory to the newborn King | | | | | | | |
105 | Hark, the glad sound, the Savior comes | | | | | | | |
106 | And is the gospel peace and love | | | | | | | |
107 | My dear Redeemer, and my Lord | | | | | | | |
108 | On Tabor's top the Saviour stands | | | | | | | |
109 | 'Tis midnight, and on Olive's brow | | | | | | | |
110 | Stretched on the cross the Savior dies [died] | | | | | | | |
111 | O Love divine, what hast thou done | | | | | | | |
112 | Yonder amazing sight I [we] see | | | | | | | |
113 | Hark, the voice of love and mercy | | | | | | | |
114 | 'Tis finish'd, so the Saviour cried | | | | | | | |
115 | He dies, the friend of sinners dies | | | | | | | |
116 | To the cross where Jesus dies | | | | | | | |
117 | Angel [Angels], roll the rock [stone] away | | | | | | | |
118 | Hail the day that saw him rise | | | | | | | |
119 | It is the voice of love divine | | | | | | | |
120 | The mighty frame of glorious grace | | | | | | | |
121 | Come every pious heart | | | | | | | |
122 | He lives, the [that] great Redeemer [Creator] lives | | | | | | | |
123 | All hail the power of Jesus' name, Let angels prostrate fall | | | | | | | |
124 | Rejoice, the Lord is King, Your God [Lord] and King adore | | | | | | | |
125 | Where is my [our] God, does he retire | | | | | | | |
126 | One there is above all others, well [who] deserves | | | | | | | |
127 | Majestic sweetness sits enthroned upon the Savior's brow | | | | | | | |
128 | There is a fountain filled with blood, drawn from Immanuel's vein [veins] | | | | | | | |
129 | Hail, sovereign love, that first began | | | | | | | |
130 | He who on earth as man was known | | | | | | | |
131 | Not all the blood of beast [beasts], On Jewish altars | | | | | | | |
132 | Light of those whose dreary dwelling | | | | | | | |
133 | Ye glittering toys of earth, adieu | | | | | | | |
134 | Deep are the wounds which [that] sin has [hath] made | | | | | | | |
135 | How lost was [is] my [our] condition | | | | | | | |
136 | Great High Priest, we view thee stooping | | | | | | | |
137 | The Savior, O what endless [boundless] charms | | | | | | | |
138 | Once on the raging seas I rode | | | | | | | |
139 | Jesus, my [mine] [our] all, to heaven is [has] gone | | | | | | | |
140 | What think ye [you] of Christ, is the test | | | | | | | |
141 | Not all the nobles of the earth who boast the honors of their birth | | | | | | | |
142 | How shall the sons of men appear | | | | | | | |
143 | O for a closer walk with God | | | | | | | |
144 | O that I knew the secret place | | | | | | | |
145 | O could I find from day to day | | | | | | | |
146 | Keep silence, all created things | | | | | | | |
147 | Wait, O my soul, thy [the] Maker's will | | | | | | | |
148 | God from his throne with piercing eye | | | | | | | |
149 | Ah wretched souls are they who hear | | | | | | | |
150 | Hearts of stone, relent, relent | | | | | | | |
151 | In songs of sublime adoration and praise | | | | | | | |
152 | Let us adore the grace that seeks | | | | | | | |
153 | Now may the Lord reveal his face | | | | | | | |
154 | Grace, 'tis a charming [cheering] [joyful] [pleasing] sound | | | | | | | |
155 | Amazing grace, how sweet the sound, That saved | | | | | | | |
156 | Sovereign grace has [hath] power alone | | | | | | | |
157 | How oft, alas, this [our] wretched [sinful] [wicked] heart | | | | | | | |
158 | As on the cross the Savior hung | | | | | | | |
159 | Forgiveness, 'tis [what] a joyful sound | | | | | | | |
160 | To God I cried when, troubles rose | | | | | | | |
161 | How firm a foundation, ye [you] saints of the Lord | | | | | | | |
162 | The deluge at the almighty's call | | | | | | | |
163 | Now begin the heavenly theme | | | | | | | |
164 | Plunged in a [the] gulf of dark [deep] despair | | | | | | | |
165 | Prepare a thankful song | | | | | | | |
166 | Sinners, this solemn truth regard | | | | | | | |
167 | Attend, while God's exalted Son | | | | | | | |
168 | Can aught beneath a power divine | | | | | | | |
169 | Hail, mighty Jesus, how divine | | | | | | | |
170 | Where shall we sinners hide our heads | | | | | | | |
171 | While Sinai roars and round the earth | | | | | | | |
172 | How long beneath the law I lay | | | | | | | |
173 | What shall the dying sinner do | | | | | | | |
174 | A present God is all our strength | | | | | | | |
175 | Sure the blest Comforter is nigh | | | | | | | |
176 | Blest Comforter divine, let [whose] rays | | | | | | | |
177 | Come, Holy Spirit, heavenly dove, with all thy quickening powers | | | | | | | |
178 | Holy Ghost, dispel [disperse] our sadness | | | | | | | |
179 | Come, Holy Spirit, come; Let thy bright beams divine | | | | | | | |
180 | Descend, Holy Spirit, the Dove | | | | | | | |
181 | Eternal Spirit, Source of light | | | | | | | |
182 | Stay, thou insulted [long suffering] Spirit | | | | | | | |
183 | Didst thou, dear Jesus, suffer shame | | | | | | | |
184 | Blest is the man, whose softening [generous] heart | | | | | | | |
185 | O God, whose favorable eye | | | | | | | |
186 | When gathering clouds [storms] around I view | | | | | | | |
187 | Grant Lord, I may [might] delight in Thee | | | | | | | |
188 | The Lord will happiness divine on contrite hearts bestow | | | | | | | |
189 | The moment a sinner believes, and trusts in his crucified God | | | | | | | |
190 | Not the best deeds that we have done | | | | | | | |
191 | The Lord receives his highest praise | | | | | | | |
192 | Faith adds new charms to earthly bliss | | | | | | | |
193 | Am I a soldier of the cross | | | | | | | |
194 | Since we, and all our treasures too | | | | | | | |
195 | Behold the sons, the [and] heirs of God | | | | | | | |
196 | Ye humble souls complain no more | | | | | | | |
197 | Had I a throne above the rest | | | | | | | |
198 | O could I find some peaceful bower | | | | | | | |
199 | What sinners value, I resign | | | | | | | |
200 | O my soul, what means this sadness | | | | | | | |