# | Text | Tune | | | | | | |
501 | O blessed souls are they | | | | | | | |
502 | When God revealed his gracious name | | | | | | | |
503 | Come, ye [you] [we] that [who] love the Lord [Christ], And let your [our] joys | | | | | | | |
504 | Jesus, thou joy of loving hearts | | | | | | | |
505 | O happy day when first we felt | | | | | | | |
506 | God, my supporter and my hope | | | | | | | |
507 | I heard the voice of Jesus say, come unto me and rest | | | | | | | |
508 | 'Tis religion that can give sweetest pleasures | | | | | | | |
509 | Jesus, the very [only] thought of Thee [You] | | | | | | | |
510 | Jesus, we rest in thee | | | | | | | |
511 | O praise our great and glorious Lord, and call upon his name | | | | | | | |
512 | Yes, he is mine, and naught of earthly things | | | | | | | |
513 | Lord Jesus, are we [we are] one with thee | | | | | | | |
514 | My God, my portion, and my love, my everlasting all. | | | | | | | |
515 | This world would be a wilderness | | | | | | | |
516 | My God, the spring of all my joys | | | | | | | |
517 | How blest the man whose cautious feet | | | | | | | |
518 | Sweet was the time when first I felt | | | | | | | |
519 | How tedious and tasteless [restless and tiresome] the hours | | | | | | | |
520 | Know, my soul, thy full salvation | | | | | | | |
521 | Behold what wondrous grace | | | | | | | |
522 | O for a thousand tongues to sing my great [dear] Redeemer's praise | | | | | | | |
523 | Rejoice, ye saints, rejoice and praise | | | | | | | |
524 | I've found the pearl of greatest price, My heart | | | | | | | |
525 | Lord of the realms above, Our Prophet | | | | | | | |
526 | Jesus, my Lord, 'tis sweet to rest | | | | | | | |
527 | Hail, sovereign love, that first began | | | | | | | |
528 | Awake my heart, arise my tongue | | | | | | | |
529 | My Savior, my almighty Friend | | | | | | | |
530 | Now to the power of God Supreme | | | | | | | |
531 | Jesus the Lamb of God who us from hell to raise | | | | | | | |
532 | Let everlasting glories crown | | | | | | | |
533 | When this passing world is done | | | | | | | |
534 | O how divine how sweet the joy | | | | | | | |
535 | Sweeter sounds than music knows | | | | | | | |
536 | Grace, 'tis a charming [cheering] [joyful] [pleasing] sound | | | | | | | |
537 | O, love beyond the reach of thought | | | | | | | |
538 | Salvation, O the joyful sound | | | | | | | |
539 | In evil long I took delight | | | | | | | |
540 | 'Tis not that I did choose thee | | | | | | | |
541 | Now begin the heavenly theme | | | | | | | |
542 | Jesus, with all thy saints above | | | | | | | |
543 | Amazing grace, how sweet the sound, That saved | | | | | | | |
544 | When marshalled on the nightly [mighty] plain | | | | | | | |
545 | I'll bless the Lord, I'll bless | | | | | | | |
546 | For mercies, countless as the sands | | | | | | | |
547 | I was a wandering sheep | | | | | | | |
548 | Great God indulge my humble claim | | | | | | | |
549 | Not what I am, O Lord, but what thou art | | | | | | | |
550 | Children of the heavenly king as we journey | | | | | | | |
551 | Raise your triumphant songs | | | | | | | |
552 | Sovereign grace o'er sin abounding | | | | | | | |
553 | O could I [we] speak the matchless worth | | | | | | | |
554 | I bless the Christ of God, I rest on love divine | | | | | | | |
555 | Awake, my soul, in [to] joyful [joyous] lays | | | | | | | |
556 | A debtor to mercy alone | | | | | | | |
557 | O Lord, thou art my Lord, My portion and delight | | | | | | | |
558 | And must I part with all I have | | | | | | | |
559 | Jesus, who upon the tree | | | | | | | |
560 | Thine forever, God of love | | | | | | | |
561 | I'm thine, O Lord, and thine alone | | | | | | | |
562 | Must Jesus bear the [his] cross alone | | | | | | | |
563 | My gracious Lord [God], I own thy right | | | | | | | |
564 | Jesus, I my cross have taken, all to leave | | | | | | | |
565 | Not to ourselves again not to the flesh we live | | | | | | | |
566 | O Savior, welcome to my heart, Possess thy humble throne | | | | | | | |
567 | My Maker and my King | | | | | | | |
568 | How can I sink with such a prop | | | | | | | |
569 | Lord, I am thine, entirely thine, Purchased and saved by blood divine | | | | | | | |
570 | Jesus, spotless Lamb of God | | | | | | | |
571 | Christ, of all my hopes the ground | | | | | | | |
572 | Lord, we are thine, bought by thy blood | | | | | | | |
573 | Let worldly minds the world pursue | | | | | | | |
574 | Jesus all atoning lamb | | | | | | | |
575 | O thou to whose all searching sight | | | | | | | |
576 | With my substance I will honor my Redeemer | | | | | | | |
577 | Behold the throne of grace | | | | | | | |
578 | Sweet hour of prayer, sweet hour of prayer | | | | | | | |
579 | Go, when the morning shineth | | | | | | | |
580 | A throne of grace, then let us go | | | | | | | |
581 | Prayer is the breath of God in man | | | | | | | |
582 | Prayer is the soul's [heart's] [saint's] sincere desire | | | | | | | |
583 | Prayer is the contrite sinner's voice | | | | | | | |
584 | From every stormy wind [sense] that blows | | | | | | | |
585 | What various hindrances we meet | | | | | | | |
586 | Still, still with thee, when purple morning breaketh | | | | | | | |
587 | Come, ye [you] disconsolate, where'er ye [you] languish | | | | | | | |
588 | Jesus, who knows full well | | | | | | | |
589 | There is no sorrow, Lord, too light [slight] | | | | | | | |
590 | Come, my soul, thy suit prepare | | | | | | | |
591 | Son of God thy blessing grant | | | | | | | |
592 | Gently, Lord, O gently lead us | | | | | | | |
593 | Lord, I cannot let thee go Till a blessing thou bestow | | | | | | | |
594 | Abide with me, fast falls the eventide | | | | | | | |
595 | O that I knew the secret place | | | | | | | |
596 | Come thou fount of every blessing | | | | | | | |
597 | Thou only Sovereign of my heart | | | | | | | |
598 | Christ [God], whose glory fills the skies [sky] | | | | | | | |
599 | King of kings, and wilt thou deign | | | | | | | |
600 | Nearer, my God, to thee, nearer to thee | | | | | | | |