# | Text | Tune | | | | | | |
CC | The presence of thy grace impart | | | | | | | |
CCI | Let thy devoted servant go | | | | | | | |
CCII | With all thy pow'r, O Lord, defend | | | | | | | |
CCIII | How beauteous are their feet | | | | | | | |
CCIV | Father of mercies, bow thine ear | | | | | | | |
CCV | Before thy throne, eternal King | | | | | | | |
CCVI | Well met, dear friends, in Jesus' name | | | | | | | |
CCVII | Encourag'd by thy holy word | | | | | | | |
CCVIII | To thine Almighty arm we owe | | | | | | | |
CCIX | While o'er our guilty land, O Lord! | | | | | | | |
CCX | Lord, how shall wretched sinners dare | | | | | | | |
CCXI | Praise to the Lord, who bows his ear | | | | | | | |
CCXII | Great ruler of the earth and skies | | | | | | | |
CCXIII | To thee, who reign'st supreme above | | | | | | | |
CCXIV | When Abra'm, full of sacred awe | | | | | | | |
CCXV | See, gracious God, before thy throne | | | | | | | |
CCXVI | Lord, look on all assembled here | | | | | | | |
CCXVII | The Lord my shepherd and my guide | | | | | | | |
CCXVIII | When all thy mercies, O my God | | | | | | | |
CCXIX | To praise thee ever bounteous Lord | | | | | | | |
CCXX | When blooming youth is snatch'd away | | | | | | | |
CCXXI | Thee we adore, eternal name! | | | | | | | |
CCXXII | Vain man thy fond pursuits forbear | | | | | | | |
CCXXIII | What scenes of horror and of death | | | | | | | |
CCXXIV | My soul, come meditate the day | | | | | | | |
CCXXV | Hark! from the tombs a doleful sound | | | | | | | |
CCXXVI | Why should we start or fear to die | | | | | | | |
CCXXVII | Remember, Lord our mortal state | | | | | | | |
CCXXVIII | And must this body die | | | | | | | |
CCXXIX | Lord what a feeble piece | | | | | | | |
CCXXX | Why do we mourn departed friends | | | | | | | |
CCXXXI | Why should our mourning thoughts delight | | | | | | | |
CCXXXII | My God! my God! and must I die | | | | | | | |
CCXXXIII | Death, as a sleep or gentle doze | | | | | | | |
CCXXXIV | We needs must die, who banish'd lie | | | | | | | |
CCXXXV | Dread sov'reign let my ev'ning song | | | | | | | |
CCXXXVI | To day God bids the faithful rest | | | | | | | |
CCXXXVII | Behold the morning sun | | | | | | | |
CCXXXVIII | Lord, thou wilt hear me when I pray | | | | | | | |
CCXXXIX | Lord, hast thou suffer'd me to see | | | | | | | |
CCXL | Now, Lord, another of thy days | | | | | | | |
CCXLI | See how the mounting sun | | | | | | | |
CCXLII | Now from the altar of our hearts | | | | | | | |
CCXLIII | Glory to thee, my God, this night | | | | | | | |
CCXLIV | Awake, my soul, and with the sun | | | | | | | |
CCXLV | When, O dear Jesus, when shall I | | | | | | | |
CCXLVI | My God, how endless is thy love! | | | | | | | |
CCXLVII | Once more, my soul, the rising day | | | | | | | |
CCXLVIII | Hosanna with a cheerful sound | | | | | | | |
CCXLIX | Hail, Alpha and Omega, hail! | | | | | | | |
CCL | The Lord! how fearful is his name | | | | | | | |
CCLI | Lord, what a wretched land is this | | | | | | | |
CCLII | Often I seek my Lord by night | | | | | | | |
CCLIII | We sing to thee, whose wisdom form'd | | | | | | | |
CCLIV | Awake my soul, awake mine eyes | | | | | | | |
CCLV | Sleep, downy sleep, come, close mine | | | | | | | |
CCLVI | Not all the nobles of the earth | | | | | | | |
CCLVII | Lord, I am vile, conceived in sin | | | | | | | |
CCLVIII | My God, my life, my love | | | | | | | |
CCLIX | And is it yet, dear Lord, a doubt | | | | | | | |
CCLX | O come let us join | | | | | | | |
CCLXI | All ye that pass by | | | | | | | |
CCLXII | O Jesus, our Lord | | | | | | | |
CCLXIII | Come, thou Almighty King | | | | | | | |
CCLXIV | The God of Abraham praise | | | | | | | |
CCLXV | The Lord of earth and sky | | | | | | | |
CCLXVI | The Church a garden is | | | | | | | |
CCLXVII | Rejoice, the Lord is King | | | | | | | |
CCLXVIII | Israel in ancient days | | | | | | | |
CCLXIX | Upward I lift mine eyes | | | | | | | |
CCLXX | Give thanks to God most high | | | | | | | |
CCLXXI | Ye tribes of Adam join | | | | | | | |
CCLXXII | With cheerful voice I sing | | | | | | | |
CCLXXIII | In sweet exalted strains | | | | | | | |
CCLXXIV | Repent and be baptized | | | | | | | |
CCLXXV | Blow ye the trumpet, blow | | | | | | | |
CCLXXVI | Awake our drowsy Souls | | | | | | | |
CCLXXVII | God of my salvation, hear | | | | | | | |
CCLXXVIII | Jesu, friend of sinners hear | | | | | | | |
CCLXXIX | Jesus, let thy pitying eye | | | | | | | |
CCLXXX | Hear me, O Redeemer, hear | | | | | | | |
CCLXXXI | My Lord, how great's the favor | | | | | | | |
CCLXXXII | Rise, my soul, and stretch thy wings | | | | | | | |
CCLXXXIII | Lord, we come before thee now | | | | | | | |
CCLXXXIV | Hark, my soul, it is the Lord | | | | | | | |
CCLXXXV | 'Tis a point I long to know | | | | | | | |
CCLXXXVI | What good news the angels bring | | | | | | | |
CCLXXXVII | Children of the heavenly King | | | | | | | |
CCLXXXVIII | Gracious Lord incline thine ear | | | | | | | |
CCLXXXIX | Now begin the heavenly theme | | | | | | | |
CCXC | Brethren, let us join to bless | | | | | | | |
CCXCI | While with ceaseless course the sun | | | | | | | |
CCXCII | Glory be to God on high | | | | | | | |
CCXCIII | Rise, my soul adore thy maker | | | | | | | |
CCXCIV | Ere I sleep for ev'ry favour | | | | | | | |
CCXCV | 'Tis finished the Redeemer said | | | | | | | |
CCXCVI | Most righteous God my doom I bear | | | | | | | |
CCXCVIIa | Thou God of glorious majesty | | | | | | | |
CCXCVIIb | When with my mind divinely prest | | | | | | | |
CCXCVIII | I'm tir'd with visits, modes and forms | | | | | | | |