# | Text | Tune | | | | | | |
I | Now may the Lord reveal his face | | | | | | | |
II | In songs of sublime adoration and praise | | | | | | | |
III | Were oceans, rivers, floods, and lakes | | | | | | | |
IV | Transporting news, the Savior's come | | | | | | | |
V | Legion was my name, by nature | | | | | | | |
VI | When the wounded spirit hears | | | | | | | |
VII | Thy mercy, my God, is the theme of my song | | | | | | | |
VIII | Great God of wonders all thy ways | | | | | | | |
IX | O my Lord, what must I do? Only thou the way canst show | | | | | | | |
X | Thee will I love, my Strength [Lord] [Shield], [my] [and] Tower | | | | | | | |
XI | Let the world their virtue [beauties] boast | | | | | | | |
XII | Ye children of God, by faith in his Son | | | | | | | |
XIII | I'll praise my Maker with my [while I've] [whilst I've] breath | | | | | | | |
XIV | Come, all ye chosen saints of God that long to feel the cle | | | | | | | |
XV | Now have I found the ground wherein | | | | | | | |
XVI | On the brink of fi'ry ruin | | | | | | | |
XVII | Indulgent God, how kind | | | | | | | |
XVIII | Now for a hymn of praise to God | | | | | | | |
XIX | Sovereign grace o'er sin abounding | | | | | | | |
XX | Hail, my ever blessed Jesus | | | | | | | |
XXI | Thy way, O God [Lord] is in the sea | | | | | | | |
XXII | My God the covenant of thy love abides forever sure | | | | | | | |
XXIII | Amazing grace, how sweet the sound, That saved | | | | | | | |
XXIV | The Lord descending from above | | | | | | | |
XXV | Lord, thou hast won, at length I yield | | | | | | | |
XXVI | Far beyond all comprehension | | | | | | | |
XXVII | Aloud we sing the wondrous grace | | | | | | | |
XXVIII | Love divine how sweet the sound | | | | | | | |
XXIX | Sovereign grace has [hath] power alone | | | | | | | |
XXX | While here on earth I'm called to stay | | | | | | | |
XXXI | Hail, mighty Jesus, how divine | | | | | | | |
XXXII | Lord, we adore thy matchless ways | | | | | | | |
XXXIII | A sight of Jesus with his eyes | | | | | | | |
XXXIV | Jehovah's grace, how full, how free | | | | | | | |
XXXV | The finest flower that ever blowed | | | | | | | |
XXXVI | Awake, my soul, in [to] joyful [joyous] lays | | | | | | | |
XXXVII | As on the cross the Savior hung | | | | | | | |
XXXVIII | Self righteous souls on works rely | | | | | | | |
XXXIX | 'Tis not the natural birth of man | | | | | | | |
XL | The blessed Spirit, like the wind | | | | | | | |
XLI | Eternal Spirit, we confess | | | | | | | |
XLII | Infinite grace, and can it be | | | | | | | |
XLIII | Diffuse thy beams and teach my heart | | | | | | | |
XLIV | Expand, my soul, arise and sing | | | | | | | |
XLV | Election, 'tis a joyful sound | | | | | | | |
XLVI | There is a period known to God | | | | | | | |
XLVII | How vast the benefits divine, which we | | | | | | | |
XLVIII | Come dearest Lord, who reigns [reignest] above | | | | | | | |
XLIX | Grace, 'tis a charming [cheering] [joyful] [pleasing] sound | | | | | | | |
L | Great God of providence, thy ways | | | | | | | |
LI | In vain Apollo's silver tongue | | | | | | | |
LII | To keep the lamp alive with oil we fill the bowl | | | | | | | |
LIII | What makes mistaken men afraid | | | | | | | |
LIV | Long ere the sun began his days | | | | | | | |
LV | When first the God of boundless grace | | | | | | | |
LVI | The soul that's truly born of God | | | | | | | |
LVII | As near to Calvary I pass | | | | | | | |
LVIII | Isr'l in ancient days | | | | | | | |
LIX | Jesus drinks the bitter cup | | | | | | | |
LX | I'm tired with [of] visits, modes and forms | | | | | | | |
LXI | From whence this fear and unbelief | | | | | | | |
LXII | Many woes had Christ endured | | | | | | | |
LXIII | My Lord, my Savior died | | | | | | | |
LXIV | The fountain of Christ, Lord help us to sing | | | | | | | |
LXV | Hark, the voice of love and mercy | | | | | | | |
LXVI | Vain, delusive world, adieu | | | | | | | |
LXVII | O God of all grace, thy goodness we praise | | | | | | | |
LXVIII | The Son of Man they did betray | | | | | | | |
LXIX | Come all ye skilful souls in weeping | | | | | | | |
LXX | A story most lovely I'll tell | | | | | | | |
LXXI | Great High Priest, we view thee stooping | | | | | | | |
LXXII | The table spread my soul there spies | | | | | | | |
LXXIII | Earth has engrossed my love too long | | | | | | | |
LXXIV | Sweet the moments, rich in blessing | | | | | | | |
LXXV | When the chosen tribes debated | | | | | | | |
LXXVI | Is this my Jesus, this my God | | | | | | | |
LXXVII | I sing my Savior's wondrous death | | | | | | | |
LXXVIII | Lord, how divine Thy comforts are | | | | | | | |
LXXIX | Behold the Savior of mankind | | | | | | | |
LXXX | High on a throne my Lord doth sit | | | | | | | |
LXXXI | Up, haste to Calvary, my soul | | | | | | | |
LXXXII | To him who on the fatal tree | | | | | | | |
LXXXIII | Great God, we now surround thy board | | | | | | | |
LXXXIV | The blest memorials of thy grief | | | | | | | |
LXXXV | 'Twas on that [a] dark, that [and] doleful [awful] [dreary] night [day] | | | | | | | |
LXXXVI | Jesus for us with nails was torn | | | | | | | |
LXXXVII | How condescending, and how kind | | | | | | | |
LXXXVIII | How sweet and awful [holy] [sacred] is the place | | | | | | | |
LXXXIX | At thy command, our dearest Lord | | | | | | | |
XC | Sitting around our Father's [the Savior's] board | | | | | | | |
XCI | This is the feast of heavenly wine | | | | | | | |
XCII | O if my soul was [were] formed for woe | | | | | | | |
XCIII | Let all our tongues be one | | | | | | | |
XCIV | Behold the love, the generous love | | | | | | | |
XCV | Thou dear Redeemer, dying Lamb | | | | | | | |
XCVI | Warm was his heart, his faith was strong | | | | | | | |
XCVII | See, on the mount of Calvary | | | | | | | |
XCVIII | Behold the blind their sight receive | | | | | | | |
XCIX | Thou, who for sinners once was [wast] slain | | | | | | | |
C | Behold the gift of God, Sinner [sinners] adore his name | | | | | | | |