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100 | Jesus, with all thy saints above | | | | | | | |
101 | Does conscience lay a guilty charge | | | | | | | |
102 | Come, raise your thankful voice | | | | | | | |
103 | Jesus, thy blood and righteousness | | | | | | | |
104 | Righteousness to the believer | | | | | | | |
105 | When I by faith by Maker see | | | | | | | |
106 | Thus saith the Lord to those that stand | | | | | | | |
107 | How high a privilege 'tis to know | | | | | | | |
108 | Jehovah is my righteousness | | | | | | | |
109 | Awake, my heart, arise, my tongue | | | | | | | |
110 | The Lord on high proclaims | | | | | | | |
111 | Vain are the hopes the sons of men | | | | | | | |
112 | No more, my God, I boast no more | | | | | | | |
113 | Who, but the soul that's led to know | | | | | | | |
114 | The sons of earth delight | | | | | | | |
115 | Imputed righteousness is strang | | | | | | | |
116 | O the power of love divine! | | | | | | | |
117 | Awake, sweet gratitude, and sing | | | | | | | |
118 | Thou dear Redeemer, dying Lamb | | | | | | | |
119 | Great God! from thee there's nought conceal'd | | | | | | | |
120 | With joy we meditate the grace | | | | | | | |
121 | Jesus, in thee our eyes behold | | | | | | | |
122 | Join all the glorious names | | | | | | | |
123 | Blood has a voice to pierce the skies | | | | | | | |
124 | We bless the prophet of the Lord | | | | | | | |
125 | Not all the blood of beasts | | | | | | | |
126 | I'll speak the honours of my King | | | | | | | |
127 | Rejoice, the Lord is King | | | | | | | |
128 | Christ bears the name of all his saints | | | | | | | |
129 | Ye souls that are weak, and helpless, and poor | | | | | | | |
130 | Christ is the eternal Rock | | | | | | | |
131 | Head of the Church triumphant | | | | | | | |
132 | A Friend there is, your voices join | | | | | | | |
133 | One there is above all others | | | | | | | |
134 | Hail, sovereign Love, that first began | | | | | | | |
135 | How sweet the name of Jesus sounds | | | | | | | |
136 | Dear Refuge of my weary soul | | | | | | | |
137 | How happy is the little flock | | | | | | | |
138 | Jesus, I love thy charming name | | | | | | | |
139 | My Shepherd will supply my need | | | | | | | |
140 | When overwhelm'd with grief | | | | | | | |
141 | Behold the sure foundation stone | | | | | | | |
142 | Go worship at Immanuel's feet | | | | | | | |
143 | Rock of ages, shelter me | | | | | | | |
144 | Jesus, my all, to heaven is gone | | | | | | | |
145 | Christ, exalted, is our song | | | | | | | |
146 | Where must a sinner fly | | | | | | | |
147 | All in debt, or in distress | | | | | | | |
148 | For wretched strangers, such as I | | | | | | | |
149 | There is a Friend, who sticketh fast | | | | | | | |
150 | The sweet Lamb of God comes forth to be slain | | | | | | | |
151 | What slavish fears molest my mind | | | | | | | |
152 | "I am," saith Christ, "the Way" | | | | | | | |
153a | Come, all ye chosen saints of God | | | | | | | |
154 | Much we talk of Jesus' blood | | | | | | | |
155 | The fountain of Christ, assist me to sing | | | | | | | |
156 | If dust and ashes might presume | | | | | | | |
157 | Mourning souls, by sin distressed | | | | | | | |
158 | Sweet the moments, rich in blessing | | | | | | | |
159 | How willing was Jesus to die | | | | | | | |
160 | There is a fountain fill'd with blood | | | | | | | |
161 | The Lord, in the day of his anger, did lay | | | | | | | |
162 | When on my Beloved I gaze | | | | | | | |
163 | Great God! if thou shouldst bring me near | | | | | | | |
164 | Deep in our hearts let us record | | | | | | | |
165 | Christ and his Cross is all our theme | | | | | | | |
166 | Here at thy cross, my dying God | | | | | | | |
167 | Come, all harmonious tongues | | | | | | | |
168 | I sing my Saviour's wondrous death | | | | | | | |
169 | Some wise men of opinions boast | | | | | | | |
170 | What a doleful voice I hear! | | | | | | | |
171 | Join, all who love the Saviour's name | | | | | | | |
172 | Jehovah's awful name revere | | | | | | | |
173 | Jesus, before thy face I fall | | | | | | | |
174 | Jesus is precious, saith the word | | | | | | | |
175 | Christ is my All, my sure Defence | | | | | | | |
176 | Now, dearest Lord, to praise thy name | | | | | | | |
177 | Soon as faith the Lord can see | | | | | | | |
178 | Abundance of good folk, I find | | | | | | | |
179 | Jesus is the chiefest good | | | | | | | |
180 | Lamb of God, we fall before thee | | | | | | | |
181 | Believers own they are but blind | | | | | | | |
182 | If ever it could come to pass | | | | | | | |
183 | "By cov'nant, transaction, and blood" | | | | | | | |
184 | A fulness resides in Jesus our Head | | | | | | | |
185 | My God, my Life, my Love | | | | | | | |
186 | My God, my Portion, and my Love | | | | | | | |
187 | Jesus draws the chosen race | | | | | | | |
188 | No strength of nature can suffice | | | | | | | |
189 | O! let my voice proclaim the joys | | | | | | | |
190 | Not all the outward forms on earth | | | | | | | |
191 | O! why did Jesus show to me | | | | | | | |
192 | As new-born babes desire the breast | | | | | | | |
193 | "I am," saith Christ, your glorious Head | | | | | | | |
194 | Hail, mighty Jesus! how divine | | | | | | | |
195 | Assist my soul, my heavenly King | | | | | | | |
196 | O Lord! how vile am I | | | | | | | |
197 | How mighty thou art, O Lord, to convert! | | | | | | | |
198 | Amazing grace! (how sweet the sound!) | | | | | | | |
199 | Come, thou Fount of every blessing | | | | | | | |