# | Text | Tune | | | | | | |
CI | The king of heaven his table spreads | | | | | | | |
CII | Ye wretched, hungry, starving poor Behold a royal feast | | | | | | | |
CIII | Jesus, in thy transporting name | | | | | | | |
CIV | Lord, at thy table I [we] behold The wonders of thy grace | | | | | | | |
CV | Saw ye [you] my Savior, saw ye [you] my Savior | | | | | | | |
CVI | Mortals, awake, with angels join | | | | | | | |
CVII | O ye immortal throng Of angels round the throne | | | | | | | |
CVIII | Let us all with grateful praises | | | | | | | |
CIX | Awake, awake, arise, and hail the glorious morn | | | | | | | |
CX | While shepherds watch [watched] their flocks by night | | | | | | | |
CXI | Shepherds, rejoice, lift up your eyes | | | | | | | |
CXII | Hail, God the Father, eternal light | | | | | | | |
CXIII | Listed into the cause of sin | | | | | | | |
CXIV | O sir, we would see Jesus | | | | | | | |
CXV | Christ is the eternal Rock | | | | | | | |
CXVI | What think ye [you] of Christ, is the test | | | | | | | |
CXVII | One there is above all others, well [who] deserves | | | | | | | |
CXVIII | The Bible is justly esteemed | | | | | | | |
CXIX | Come every pious heart | | | | | | | |
CXX | Rejoice, the Lord is King, Your God [Lord] and King adore | | | | | | | |
CXXI | How shall I my [we our] Savior set forth | | | | | | | |
CXXII | Jesus, how precious is thy name | | | | | | | |
CXXIII | Rock of ages, shelter me [us], Let me hide | | | | | | | |
CXXIV | How lost was [is] my [our] condition | | | | | | | |
CXXV | Convinced as a sinner, to Jesus I come | | | | | | | |
CXXVI | I know that my Redeemer lives, what comfort this | | | | | | | |
CXXVII | Jesus, and shall it ever be | | | | | | | |
CXXVIII | Ye worlds of light, that roll so near | | | | | | | |
CXXIX | Behold the perfect man | | | | | | | |
CXXX | Jesus, I sing thy matchless [wondrous] grace | | | | | | | |
CXXXI | Jesus, since thou art still today as yesterday | | | | | | | |
CXXXII | I am, saith Christ, the Way | | | | | | | |
CXXXIII | The Tree of Life my soul hath seen | | | | | | | |
CXXXIV | Laid by Jehovah's mighty hands | | | | | | | |
CXXXV | Christ is the way to heavenly bliss | | | | | | | |
CXXXVI | 'Tis life to know the dying Lamb | | | | | | | |
CXXXVII | I've found the pearl of greatest price, My heart | | | | | | | |
CXXXVIII | In Sharon's lovely Rose | | | | | | | |
CXXXIX | Jesus, my [mine] [our] all, to heaven is [has] gone | | | | | | | |
CXL | Behold, the warlike trumpets blow | | | | | | | |
CXLI | Did Christ o'er sinners weep | | | | | | | |
CXLII | Is Jesus mine, I'm now prepared | | | | | | | |
CXLIII | Christ, as our great Physician, heals | | | | | | | |
CXLIV | Sing the dear Savior's glorious fame | | | | | | | |
CXLV | Christ plans the temple of the Lord | | | | | | | |
CXLVI | Inspire our souls, thou heavenly dove | | | | | | | |
CXLVII | God with us, O glorious name, Let it shine | | | | | | | |
CXLVIII | High on his Father's royal seat | | | | | | | |
CXLIX | He lives, the [that] great Redeemer [Creator] lives | | | | | | | |
CL | Come, ye that love the Savior's name | | | | | | | |
CLI | When, in his earthly courts, we view | | | | | | | |
CLII | Let us awake our joys | | | | | | | |
CLIII | Jesus, engrave it on my heart | | | | | | | |
CLIV | Jesus is all I wish or want | | | | | | | |
CLV | Jesus, immutably the same | | | | | | | |
CLVI | O could I speak the matchless worth | | | | | | | |
CLVII | Hark, 'tis our heavenly Leader's voice | | | | | | | |
CLVIII | All glory to God in the sky, and peace upon earth be restored | | | | | | | |
CLIX | Hail to the Lamb, that in triumph advances | | | | | | | |
CLX | Hail the day that sees him rise | | | | | | | |
CLXI | That glorious day is drawing nigh | | | | | | | |
CLXII | O'er the [those] gloomy hills of darkness | | | | | | | |
CLXIII | See, see in the east a new glory ascends | | | | | | | |
CLXIV | From realms where the day her [its] first dawning extends | | | | | | | |
CLXV | All thanks be to God, who scatters abroad | | | | | | | |
CLXVI | Proud Babylon yet waits her doom, nor can her | | | | | | | |
CLXVII | Go, missionaries, and proclaim | | | | | | | |
CLXVIII | Sovereign of worlds, display thy power | | | | | | | |
CLXIX | Ascend thy throne, almighty King | | | | | | | |
CLXX | To distant lands thy gospel send | | | | | | | |
CLXXI | Farewell, my [dear] brethren in the Lord | | | | | | | |
CLXXII | O now, my dear brethren | | | | | | | |
CLXXIII | What contradictions meet | | | | | | | |
CLXXIV | When Paul was parted from his friends | | | | | | | |
CLXXV | Rejoice, ye nations of the world | | | | | | | |
CLXXVI | Exert thy power, thy rights maintain | | | | | | | |
CLXXVII | Thy people, Lord, who trust thy word | | | | | | | |
CLXXVIII | Behold, th' expected time draws near | | | | | | | |
CLXXIX | Lord, when we cast our eyes abroad | | | | | | | |
CLXXX | Lord, send thy word, and let it fly [run] | | | | | | | |
CLXXXI | See the fountain opened wide | | | | | | | |
CLXXXII | Come sinners attend and make no delay | | | | | | | |
CLXXXIII | My soul, forever stand and wonder | | | | | | | |
CLXXXIV | In the house of king David a fountain | | | | | | | |
CLXXXV | Come, all ye poor sinners that [who] from Adam came | | | | | | | |
CLXXXVI | Come friends and relations let us [come] join heart and hand | | | | | | | |
CLXXXVII | Young people, all, attention give | | | | | | | |
CLXXXVIII | Stop, poor sinner [sinners], stop and think | | | | | | | |
CLXXXIX | I now consider, O my God | | | | | | | |
CXC | Ye scarlet colored sinners, come | | | | | | | |
CXCI | Come sinners all attend the call | | | | | | | |
CXCII | Come ye [you] sinners, poor and wretched [needy], Weak and wounded | | | | | | | |
CXCIII | A worldling spent each day | | | | | | | |
CXCIV | In thunder once Jehovah spoke | | | | | | | |
CXCV | While angels strike their tuneful strings | | | | | | | |
CXCVI | The glorious plan of man's redemption | | | | | | | |
CXCVII | Blow ye [you] the trumpet, blow | | | | | | | |
CXCVIII | Sinners, you are now addressed | | | | | | | |
CXCIX | Sinner [sinners], will you [ye] scorn [slight] the message | | | | | | | |
CC | Jesus' precious name excels | | | | | | | |