# | Text | Tune | | | | | | |
S69 | How sweet to reflect on those joys that await me | | | | | | | |
S70a | And can it be that I should gain | | | | | | | |
S70b | Though clouds arise, and dim the sight | | | | | | | |
S71 | Hark, my soul, it is the Lord | | | | | | | |
S72 | Hark! the Gospel trumpet's sounding | | | | | | | |
S73 | Hark! the jubilee is sounding | | | | | | | |
S74 | He comes, he comes, his kingdom here | | | | | | | |
S75 | He dies! the friend of sinners dies! | | | | | | | |
S76 | To the haven of thy breast | | | | | | | |
S77a | Come, let us ascend | | | | | | | |
S77b | All hail, thou great Immanuel | | | | | | | |
S78 | How glorious is our heavenly King | | | | | | | |
S79 | How happy are they | | | | | | | |
S80 | Away with our fears! | | | | | | | |
S81 | O Zion! afflicted with wave upon wave | | | | | | | |
S82 | How happy's every child of grace | | | | | | | |
S83 | How lost was my condition | | | | | | | |
S84 | How precious is the book divine | | | | | | | |
S85 | How tedious and tasteless the hours | | | | | | | |
S86 | How vain are the pleasures of time! | | | | | | | |
S87 | How various and how new | | | | | | | |
S88 | 'I know that my Redeemer lives' | | | | | | | |
S89 | I'll sing my Saviour's grace | | | | | | | |
S90a | When languor and disease invade | | | | | | | |
S90b | How sweet, how heavenly is the sight | | | | | | | |
S91 | I'm tir'd of visits, modes, and forms | | | | | | | |
S92 | In all my Lord's appointed ways | | | | | | | |
S93 | Sweet to rejoice in lively hope | | | | | | | |
S94 | In the house of king David a fountain did spring | | | | | | | |
S95 | I thirst, but not as once I did | | | | | | | |
S96 | How pleased and blest was I | | | | | | | |
S97 | I've listed in the holy war | | | | | | | |
S98a | O Zion, tune thy voice | | | | | | | |
S98b | Gird thy sword, O mighty Saviour | | | | | | | |
S99 | Jerusalem, my happy home | | | | | | | |
S100 | Jesus, at thy command | | | | | | | |
S101 | Jesus drinks the bitter cup | | | | | | | |
S102 | Jesus, grant us all a blessing | | | | | | | |
S103 | Jesus, let thy pitying eye | | | | | | | |
S104 | Jesus, my all, to heaven is gone | | | | | | | |
S105 | Jesus' precious name excels | | | | | | | |
S106 | Jesus, the heavenly lover, gave | | | | | | | |
S107 | Jesus, thou art the sinner's friend | | | | | | | |
S108 | Let me dwell on Golgotha | | | | | | | |
S109 | Let thy kingdom, blessed Saviour | | | | | | | |
S110 | Let us ask th' important question | | | | | | | |
S111 | Lo! he comes with clouds descending | | | | | | | |
S112 | Lord, when together here we meet | | | | | | | |
S113 | Lukewarm souls, the foe grows stronger | | | | | | | |
S114 | Many woes had Christ endur'd | | | | | | | |
S115a | From every stormy wind that blows | | | | | | | |
S115b | There is a pure and peaceful wave | | | | | | | |
S116 | My days, my weeks, my months, my years | | | | | | | |
S117a | The fields are all white, the harvest is near | | | | | | | |
S117b | How pleasant 'tis to see | | | | | | | |
S118 | My gracious Redeemer I love | | | | | | | |
S119 | Come, let us anew Our journey pursue | | | | | | | |
S120 | My Lord, my Saviour, died | | | | | | | |
S121a | When shall thy love constrain | | | | | | | |
S121b | And wilt thou yet be found | | | | | | | |
S122 | My soul doth magnify the Lord | | | | | | | |
S123 | My soul, now arise; my passions, take wing | | | | | | | |
S124 | My soul's full of glory, inspiring my tongue | | | | | | | |
S125 | Now begin the heavenly theme | | | | | | | |
S126 | Now we are met in holy fear | | | | | | | |
S127 | O'er the gloomy hills of darkness | | | | | | | |
S128 | O give me, Lord, my sins to mourn | | | | | | | |
S129 | O glorious hope of perfect love! | | | | | | | |
S130 | O happy time, long waited for | | | | | | | |
S131 | O how I have long'd for the coming of God | | | | | | | |
S132 | O Jesus, my Saviour, I know thou art mine | | | | | | | |
S133 | Happy the man of heavenly birth | | | | | | | |
S134 | O Lord of hosts, my God and King | | | | | | | |
S135 | O may I worthy prove, to see | | | | | | | |
S136 | Tell me, ye winged winds | | | | | | | |
S137 | One spark, O God, of heavenly fire | | | | | | | |
S138 | On Jordan's stormy banks I stand | | | | | | | |
S139 | On wings of faith mount up, my soul and rise | | | | | | | |
S140 | O tell me no more of this vain world's store | | | | | | | |
S141a | Who but thou, Almighty Spirit | | | | | | | |
S141b | And will the offended God again | | | | | | | |
S142 | O thou God of my salvation | | | | | | | |
S143 | O thou, in whose presence my soul takes delight | | | | | | | |
S144 | Our Saviour alone, the Lord, let us bless | | | | | | | |
S145 | O ye immortal throng | | | | | | | |
S146 | Precious Bible! what a treasure | | | | | | | |
S147 | Quite weary, near to faint | | | | | | | |
S148 | Rejoice, my friends, the Lord is King | | | | | | | |
S149 | Come, every pious heart | | | | | | | |
S150a | Sovereign of worlds above | | | | | | | |
S150b | Father, whate'er of earthly bliss | | | | | | | |
S151 | Renew'd by grace, we love the word | | | | | | | |
S152 | Repent, ye sons of men, repent | | | | | | | |
S153 | Rise, my soul, and stretch thy wings | | | | | | | |
S154 | Salem's bright king, Jesus by name | | | | | | | |
S155 | Salvation! O melodious sound | | | | | | | |
S156 | Salvation! what a glorious plan | | | | | | | |
S157 | Saved by grace, I live to tell | | | | | | | |
S158 | Saviour, I do feel thy merit | | | | | | | |
S159 | Saviour, visit thy plantation | | | | | | | |