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I | Though various names, O Lord, divide | | | | | | | |
II | Whilst elders fall before thy throne | | | | | | | |
III | Thy ways, O LORD, with wise design | | | | | | | |
IV | Now begin the heav'nly theme | | | | | | | |
V | Come ye lovers of the Lamb | | | | | | | |
VI | From all that dwell below the skies | | | | | | | |
VII | Father of mercies, in thy word | | | | | | | |
VIII | How precious is the book divine | | | | | | | |
IX | Here, Lord, my soul convicted stands | | | | | | | |
X | Israel in ancient days | | | | | | | |
XI | The Bible is justly esteemed | | | | | | | |
XII | What wisdom, majesty and grace | | | | | | | |
XIII | Jesus, th' eternal Son of God | | | | | | | |
XIV | To our almighty maker, God | | | | | | | |
XV | To distant lands thy gospel send | | | | | | | |
XVI | In thine own image, Father, God | | | | | | | |
XVII | Satan transform'd in guise of light | | | | | | | |
XVIII | Deceiv'd by subtle snares of hell | | | | | | | |
XIX | Lord! ev'ry knee to thee shall bow | | | | | | | |
XX | From heav'n the sinning angels fell | | | | | | | |
XXI | When by the tempter's wiles betrayed | | | | | | | |
XXII | Ye humble saints, proclaim abroad | | | | | | | |
XXIII | Sing the triumphs of your conqu'ring | | | | | | | |
XXIV | Lord, what was man, when made at first | | | | | | | |
XXV | Blood has a voice to pierce the skies | | | | | | | |
XXVI | "God will provide,," the Patriarch said | | | | | | | |
XXVII | God hath given to Isaac room | | | | | | | |
XXVIII | Shiloh shall come, the prophet cries | | | | | | | |
XXIX | Smote to the heart, by conscious guilt | | | | | | | |
XXX | King of Salem, bless my soul | | | | | | | |
XXXI | Let nations who tremble in fear of a flood | | | | | | | |
XXXII | Living spirits flames of fire | | | | | | | |
XXXIII | See, Isr'el's tribes brought near to God | | | | | | | |
XXXIV | Long, as the dark'ning cloud abode | | | | | | | |
XXXV | Behold, the grain of wheat that dies | | | | | | | |
XXXVI | Blow ye the trumpet, blow | | | | | | | |
XXXVII | Blest are the eyes that see | | | | | | | |
XXXVIII | When Israel's grieving tribes complain'd | | | | | | | |
XXXIX | How rich the types of future grace | | | | | | | |
XL | O for a thousand tongues to sing | | | | | | | |
XLI | What glories surrounding my Saviour I see | | | | | | | |
XLII | With bruises Christ was drest | | | | | | | |
XLIII | The victory's won and Satan is down | | | | | | | |
XLIV | The king of saints, how fair his face | | | | | | | |
XLV | Come, thou long expected Jesus | | | | | | | |
XLVI | Jesus, Comforter divine, Consolations | | | | | | | |
XLVII | The builder, whom true wisdom sways | | | | | | | |
XLVIII | Hail Counsellor of peace, good will! | | | | | | | |
XLIX | Infinite excellence is thine | | | | | | | |
L | The Father's love to man so free | | | | | | | |
LI | When God would manifest his grace | | | | | | | |
LII | Jesus, we bless thy Father's name | | | | | | | |
LIII | Eternal excellence | | | | | | | |
LIV | Father of Angels and of men | | | | | | | |
LV | Poor, weak, and worthless though I am | | | | | | | |
LVI | There is a Fountain fill'd with blood | | | | | | | |
LVII | O holy Imman'el thy mystery divine | | | | | | | |
LVIII | God in his earthly temple lays | | | | | | | |
LIX | Shout for the blessed Jesus reigns | | | | | | | |
LX | Jesus shall reign where'er the sun | | | | | | | |
LXI | All hail, incarnate God! | | | | | | | |
LXII | Tho' mothers kind, forgetful prove | | | | | | | |
LXIII | When first the God of boundless grace | | | | | | | |
LXIV | Jesus, commissioned from above | | | | | | | |
LXV | Glory to God, who reigns above | | | | | | | |
LXVI | Hail, mighty, true, and living God | | | | | | | |
LXVII | Could I of all perfection boast | | | | | | | |
LXVIII | Jesus, thou Prince, thou King of peace | | | | | | | |
LXIX | We bless the Prophet of the Lord | | | | | | | |
LXX | As show'rs on meadows newly mown | | | | | | | |
LXXI | "I come," the great Redeemer cries | | | | | | | |
LXXII | Mortals behold your dying God | | | | | | | |
LXXIII | When God our father's pleas'd | | | | | | | |
LXXIV | Jesus, thy blood and righteousness | | | | | | | |
LXXV | Wherewith O Lord, shall I draw near | | | | | | | |
LXXVI | Whilst we are marching thro' | | | | | | | |
LXXVII | The wonders Lord thy love has wrought | | | | | | | |
LXXVIII | Canaan promised is before | | | | | | | |
LXXIX | The Lord on high proclaims | | | | | | | |
LXXX | O Christ! O love divine! | | | | | | | |
LXXXI | Jesus, thou Sun of righteousness | | | | | | | |
LXXXII | When all the virtues of the wood | | | | | | | |
LXXXIII | When elements and time will fade | | | | | | | |
LXXXIV | Wonderful thy name we call | | | | | | | |
LXXXV | Zeal is the Lord of Hosts, thy zeal | | | | | | | |
LXXXVI | O thou in whom the Gentiles trust | | | | | | | |
LXXXVII | To our Redeemer's glorious name | | | | | | | |
LXXXVIII | Jesus, in thee our eyes behold | | | | | | | |
LXXXIX | From tribulation's gloomy vale | | | | | | | |
XC | The son of Beor's opening eyes | | | | | | | |
XCI | Op'ner of the blinded eyes | | | | | | | |
XCII | As David kept his father's flock | | | | | | | |
XCIII | 'Tis not the law often commands | | | | | | | |
XCIV | "Holy, Holy, Holy, Lord!" | | | | | | | |
XCV | Hark the glad sound! the Saviour comes | | | | | | | |
XCVI | Stronger in death, than erst in life | | | | | | | |
XCVII | The true Messiah now appears | | | | | | | |
XCVIII | The lands that long in darkness lay | | | | | | | |
XCIX | Behold the woman's promised seed | | | | | | | |
C | Sure thy name is Wonderful | | | | | | | |