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I | All hail the pow'r of Jesu's name! | | | | | | | |
II | Almighty Maker, God! | | | | | | | |
III | And is the gospel peace and love? | | | | | | | |
IV | And let this feeble body fail | | | | | | | |
V | And must I be to judgment brought | | | | | | | |
VI | Arise, my soul, arise | | | | | | | |
VII | As birds their infant brood protect | | | | | | | |
VIII | Ascend thy throne, almighty King | | | | | | | |
IX | Awake, Jerusalem, awake | | | | | | | |
X | Awake my zeal, awake my love | | | | | | | |
XI | Awake our souls (away our fears) | | | | | | | |
XII | Away from ev'ry mortal care | | | | | | | |
XIII | Be with me, Lord, where'er I go | | | | | | | |
XIV | Begin, my tongue, some heav'nly theme | | | | | | | |
XV | Behold the Saviour of mankind | | | | | | | |
XVI | Blessed are the sons of God | | | | | | | |
XVII | Bless, O my soul, the living God | | | | | | | |
XVIII | Burst, ye em'rald gates and bring | | | | | | | |
XIX | By faith I live, by faith I see | | | | | | | |
XX | Christ and his cross is all our theme | | | | | | | |
XXI | Come, let us use the grace divine | | | | | | | |
XXII | Come, my soul, thy suit prepare | | | | | | | |
XXIII | Come, Saviour Jesus, from above! | | | | | | | |
XXIV | Come, sound his praise abroad | | | | | | | |
XXV | Dismiss us from the house of pray'r | | | | | | | |
XXVI | Earth has engross'd my love too long | | | | | | | |
XXVII | Faith is the brightest evidence | | | | | | | |
XXVIII | Far as thy name is known | | | | | | | |
XXIX | Far from my thoughts vain world begone | | | | | | | |
XXX | Father, is not thy promise pledg'd | | | | | | | |
XXXI | Father of mercies, in thy word | | | | | | | |
XXXII | From all that's mortal, all that's vain | | | | | | | |
XXXIII | Give me the wings of faith to rise | | | | | | | |
XXXIV | Glorious things of thee are spoken | | | | | | | |
XXXV | Great God, indulge my humble claim | | | | | | | |
XXXVI | Had I the tongues of Greeks and Jews | | | | | | | |
XXXVII | Happy the heart where graces reign | | | | | | | |
XXXVIII | Happy is he, whose early years | | | | | | | |
XXXIX | Hark! my soul, it is the Lord | | | | | | | |
XL | Hark! the voice of love and mercy | | | | | | | |
XLI | Hasten O Lord the latter day | | | | | | | |
XLII | Heal us, Immanuel, here we are | | | | | | | |
XLIII | Honor and happiness unite | | | | | | | |
XLIV | How can I sink with such a prop | | | | | | | |
XLV | How did my heart rejoice to hear | | | | | | | |
XLVI | How great, how solemn is the work | | | | | | | |
XLVII | How lost was my condition | | | | | | | |
XLVIII | How sweet and awful is the place | | | | | | | |
XLIX | I hate the tempter and his charms | | | | | | | |
L | I know that my Redeemer lives | | | | | | | |
LI | I'll praise my Maker while I've breath | | | | | | | |
LII | I send the joys of earth away | | | | | | | |
LIII | In boundless mercy, gracious Lord appear | | | | | | | |
LIV | In evil long I took delight | | | | | | | |
LV | I waited patient for the Lord | | | | | | | |
LVI | Israel in ancient days | | | | | | | |
LVII | It is a very pleasant thing | | | | | | | |
LVIII | Jerusalem, my happy home | | | | | | | |
LIX | Jesus! and shall it ever be | | | | | | | |
LX | Jesus, grant us all a blessing | | | | | | | |
LXI | Jesus, I love thy charming name | | | | | | | |
LXII | Jesus, mighty king in Sion! | | | | | | | |
LXIII | Jesus, our Lord, ascend thy throne | | | | | | | |
LXIV | Jesus shall reign where'er the sun | | | | | | | |
LXV | Jesus, the all sustaining Word | | | | | | | |
LXVI | Jesus, thou everlasting King | | | | | | | |
LXVII | Let the seventh angel sound on high | | | | | | | |
LXVIII | Let ev'ry tongue thy goodness speak | | | | | | | |
LXIX | Life is the time to serve the Lord | | | | | | | |
LXX | Like sheep we went astray | | | | | | | |
LXXI | Like showers on meadows newly mown | | | | | | | |
LXXII | Long as I live, I'll bless thy name | | | | | | | |
LXXIII | Long have I sat beneath the sound | | | | | | | |
LXXIV | Look down, O Lord, with pitying eye | | | | | | | |
LXXV | Lord, at thy sacred feet | | | | | | | |
LXXVI | Lord, at thy temple we appear | | | | | | | |
LXXVII | Lord, I cannot let thee go | | | | | | | |
LXXVIII | Lord, 'tis a pleasant thing to stand | | | | | | | |
LXXIX | Loud let the tuneful trumpet sound | | | | | | | |
LXXX | Magnificent free grace, arise | | | | | | | |
LXXXI | Make up thy jewels, Lord, and shew | | | | | | | |
LXXXII | Mark the soft-falling snow | | | | | | | |
LXXXIII | My dear Redeemer, and my Lord | | | | | | | |
LXXXIV | My God, how endless is thy love! | | | | | | | |
LXXXV | My God, in whom are all the springs | | | | | | | |
LXXXVI | My God, what silken cords are thine! | | | | | | | |
LXXXVII | My hope, my all, my Saviour thou | | | | | | | |
LXXXVIII | My Saviour, my almighty Friend | | | | | | | |
LXXXIX | My Shepherd will supply my need | | | | | | | |
XC | My soul, survey thy happiness | | | | | | | |
XCI | No more, my God, I boast no more | | | | | | | |
XCII | Now shall my inward joys arise | | | | | | | |
XCIII | Now shall our souls with pleasure raise | | | | | | | |
XCIV | O thou God of my salvation | | | | | | | |
XCV | O when shall I see Jesus | | | | | | | |
XCVI | Of all the pleasures that we know | | | | | | | |
XCVII | Oh, for a closer walk with God! | | | | | | | |
XCVIII | Oh! give me Lord my sins to mourn | | | | | | | |
XCIX | Oh, if my soul was form'd for woe | | | | | | | |
C | On Jordan's stormy banks I stand | | | | | | | |