# | Text | Tune | | | | | | |
CI | Praise to our shepherd's gracious name | | | | | | | |
CII | Behold the lep'rous jew | | | | | | | |
CIII | My soul, with joy attend | | | | | | | |
CIV | The deluge at the almighty's call | | | | | | | |
CV | Lord, hast thou made me know thy ways? | | | | | | | |
CVI | Jesus, my Savior and my God | | | | | | | |
CVII | Thee, Father, we bless | | | | | | | |
CVIII | Jesus is our great salvation | | | | | | | |
CIX | Salvation thro' our dying God | | | | | | | |
CX | In songs of sublime adoration and praise | | | | | | | |
CXI | Grace, 'tis a charming sound | | | | | | | |
CXII | Father, how wide thy glory shines | | | | | | | |
CXIII | Salvation! O melodious sound | | | | | | | |
CXIV | Come, sinners, saith the mighty God | | | | | | | |
CXV | Come, ye sinners, poor and wretched | | | | | | | |
CXVI | Sinners, the voice of God regard | | | | | | | |
CXVII | Come, weary souls with sins distrest | | | | | | | |
CXVIII | Ye dying sons of men | | | | | | | |
CXIX | Lord, how large thy bounties are | | | | | | | |
CXX | The Savior calls— let every ear attend | | | | | | | |
CXXI | Ye scarlet-color'd sinners, come | | | | | | | |
CXXII | When by the tempter's wiles betray'd | | | | | | | |
CXXIII | Afflicted saint, to Christ draw near | | | | | | | |
CXXIV | And art thou with us, gracious Lord | | | | | | | |
CXXV | Kind are the words that Jesus speaks | | | | | | | |
CXXVI | My God, how cheerful is the sound | | | | | | | |
CXXVII | Ye little Flock, whom Jesus feeds | | | | | | | |
CXXVIII | How firm a foundation ye saints of the Lord | | | | | | | |
CXXIX | Mortals, awake, with angels join | | | | | | | |
CXXX | Hark, the herald angels sing | | | | | | | |
CXXXI | Awake, awake the sacred song | | | | | | | |
CXXXII | Mighty God, while angels bless thee | | | | | | | |
CXXXIII | Savior of men, and Lord of love | | | | | | | |
CXXXIV | Hark, the glad sound, the Savior comes | | | | | | | |
CXXXV | When at this distance, Lord, we trace | | | | | | | |
CXXXVI | Ye that pass by, behold the man | | | | | | | |
CXXXVII | Stretch'd on the cross the Savior dies | | | | | | | |
CXXXVIII | Yonder— amazing sight!— I see | | | | | | | |
CXXXIX | See, Lord, thy willing subjects bow | | | | | | | |
CXL | Yes, the Redeemer rose | | | | | | | |
CXLI | Christ, the Lord, is risen to-day | | | | | | | |
CXLII | Angels, roll the rock away | | | | | | | |
CXLIII | When I the holy grave survey | | | | | | | |
CXLIV | Ye humble souls, that seek the Lord | | | | | | | |
CXLV | Our Lord is risen from the dead | | | | | | | |
CXLVI | O ye immortal throng | | | | | | | |
CXLVII | Now let us raise our cheerful strains | | | | | | | |
CXLVIII | The mighty frame of glorious grace | | | | | | | |
CXLIX | Rejoice, the Lord is king | | | | | | | |
CL | A fulness resides | | | | | | | |
CLI | How shall I my savior set forth | | | | | | | |
CLII | He lives, the great redeemer lives | | | | | | | |
CLIII | Awake, sweet gratitude, and sing | | | | | | | |
CLIV | Now let our cheerful eyes survey | | | | | | | |
CLV | How keen the tempter's malice is! | | | | | | | |
CLVI | Where is my God? does he retire | | | | | | | |
CLVII | When Israel's grieving tribes complain'd | | | | | | | |
CLVIII | Depraved minds on ashes feed | | | | | | | |
CLIX | Jesus the heavenly lover gave | | | | | | | |
CLX | Ye worlds of light, that roll so near | | | | | | | |
CLXI | To Christ, the Lord, let every tongue | | | | | | | |
CLXII | Come, thou long expected Jesus | | | | | | | |
CLXIII | Lord, dost thou shew a corner-stone | | | | | | | |
CLXIV | Infinite excellence is thine | | | | | | | |
CLXV | Awake, our souls, and bless his name | | | | | | | |
CLXVI | And is the gospel peace and love? | | | | | | | |
CLXVII | Jesus the Lord, our souls adore | | | | | | | |
CLXVIII | The fountain of Christ | | | | | | | |
CLXIX | There is a fountain fill'd with blood | | | | | | | |
CLXX | Poor, weak, and worthless tho' I am | | | | | | | |
CLXXI | Jesus my love, my chief delight | | | | | | | |
CLXXII | Jesus, I sing thy matchless grace | | | | | | | |
CLXXIII | Jesus, I love thy charming name | | | | | | | |
CLXXIV | God with us! O glorious name! | | | | | | | |
CLXXV | Come, ye that love the Savior's name | | | | | | | |
CLXXVI | Backsliders, who your misery feel | | | | | | | |
CLXXVII | All hail the power of Jesus' name! | | | | | | | |
CLXXVIII | Jesus, we claim thee for our own | | | | | | | |
CLXXIX | Behold, the sin-atoning Lamb | | | | | | | |
CLXXX | Thou very pascal Lamb | | | | | | | |
CLXXXI | When sins and fears prevailing rise | | | | | | | |
CLXXXII | Light of those whose dreary dwelling | | | | | | | |
CLXXXIII | King of Salem, bless my soul | | | | | | | |
CLXXXIV | Jesus, commission'd from above | | | | | | | |
CLXXXV | Glory to God who reigns above | | | | | | | |
CLXXXVI | Christ, our passover, is slain | | | | | | | |
CLXXXVII | Ye glittering toys of earth, adieu | | | | | | | |
CLXXXVIII | Deep are the wounds which sin has made | | | | | | | |
CLXXXIX | Jesus, since thou art still to-day | | | | | | | |
CXC | A good high-priest is come | | | | | | | |
CXCI | 'Mong all the priests of Jewish race | | | | | | | |
CXCII | Jesus, how precious is thy name | | | | | | | |
CXCIII | I come, the great Redeemer cries | | | | | | | |
CXCIV | Savior divine, we know Thy name | | | | | | | |
CXCV | Rock of ages shelter me | | | | | | | |
CXCVI | Jesus, the spring of joys divine | | | | | | | |
CXCVII | While my redeemer's near | | | | | | | |
CXCVIII | Ye prisoners of hope | | | | | | | |
CXCIX | Great God, amid the darksome night | | | | | | | |
CC | Jesus, immutably the same | | | | | | | |