# | Text | Tune | | | | | | |
101 | Let all the heathen writers join | | | | | | | |
102 | How shall the young secure their hearts | | | | | | | |
103 | O how I love thy holy law! | | | | | | | |
104 | Lord, I esteem thy judgments right | | | | | | | |
105 | Lord, I have made thy word my choice | | | | | | | |
106 | Thus saith the first, the great command | | | | | | | |
107 | Blessed Redeemer, how divine | | | | | | | |
108 | Thus saith the Lord, The spacious fields | | | | | | | |
109 | Preserve me, Lord, in time of need | | | | | | | |
110 | Lord, how secure my conscience was | | | | | | | |
111 | The law commands, and makes us know | | | | | | | |
112 | The Lord declares his will | | | | | | | |
113 | Blest are the souls that hear and know | | | | | | | |
114 | Go preach my gospel, saith the Lord | | | | | | | |
115 | Questions and doubts be heard no more | | | | | | | |
116 | Let everlasting glories crown | | | | | | | |
117 | The law by Moses came | | | | | | | |
118 | Christ and his cross is all our theme | | | | | | | |
119 | Shall atheists dare insult the cross | | | | | | | |
120 | What shall the dying sinner do | | | | | | | |
121 | This is the word of truth and love | | | | | | | |
122 | The Lord, descending from above | | | | | | | |
123 | How beauteous are their feet | | | | | | | |
124 | To our almighty Maker, God | | | | | | | |
125 | Jesus, we bless thy Father's name | | | | | | | |
126 | Behold the potter and the clay | | | | | | | |
127 | But few among the carnal wise | | | | | | | |
128 | There was an hour when Christ rejoic'd | | | | | | | |
129 | Jesus, the man of constant grief | | | | | | | |
130 | Down headlong from their native skies | | | | | | | |
131 | From heaven the sinning angels fell | | | | | | | |
132 | For ever shall my song record | | | | | | | |
133 | Yet, saith the Lord, if David's race | | | | | | | |
134 | Our God, how firm his promise stands | | | | | | | |
135 | How oft have sin and Satan strove | | | | | | | |
136 | When the first parents of our race | | | | | | | |
137 | Jesus, with all thy saints above | | | | | | | |
138 | Arise, my soul, my joyful powers | | | | | | | |
139 | Let them neglect thy glory, Lord | | | | | | | |
140 | Thus saith the Lord, Your work is vain | | | | | | | |
141 | The wonders, Lord, thy love has wrought | | | | | | | |
142 | Blood has a voice to pierce the skies | | | | | | | |
143 | Lo! the destroying angel flies | | | | | | | |
144 | How is our nature spoil'd by sin! | | | | | | | |
145 | Dearest of all the names above | | | | | | | |
146 | Now to the Lord, that makes us know | | | | | | | |
147 | Not all the outward forms on earth | | | | | | | |
148 | Vain are the hopes that rebels place | | | | | | | |
149 | Attend, while God's exalted Son | | | | | | | |
150 | Great King of glory and of grace | | | | | | | |
151 | Strait is the way, the door is strait | | | | | | | |
152 | Vain are the hopes the sons of men | | | | | | | |
153 | Where are the mourners, saith the Lord | | | | | | | |
154 | My Saviour, my almighty Friend | | | | | | | |
155 | No more, my God, I boast no more | | | | | | | |
156 | Awake, my heart, arise, my tongue | | | | | | | |
157 | Out of the deeps of long distress | | | | | | | |
158 | From deep distress and troubled thoughts | | | | | | | |
159 | O blessed souls are they | | | | | | | |
160 | Happy the man to whom his God | | | | | | | |
161 | While I keep silence, and conceal | | | | | | | |
162 | Blest is the man, for ever bless'd | | | | | | | |
163 | Why does your face, ye humble souls | | | | | | | |
164 | Behold what wondrous grace | | | | | | | |
165 | As new-born babes desire the breast | | | | | | | |
166 | My shepherd is the living Lord | | | | | | | |
167 | My Shepherd will supply my need | | | | | | | |
168 | The Lord my shepherd is | | | | | | | |
169 | God my supporter and my hope | | | | | | | |
170 | My God, my portion, and my love | | | | | | | |
171 | My God, my life, my love | | | | | | | |
172 | Far from my thoughts, vain world, begone | | | | | | | |
173 | Lord, what a heaven of saving grace | | | | | | | |
174 | So let our lips and lives express | | | | | | | |
175 | What different powers of grace and sin | | | | | | | |
176 | Not the malicious or profane | | | | | | | |
177 | What vain desires and passions vain | | | | | | | |
178 | O that the Lord would guide my ways | | | | | | | |
179 | Buried in shadows of the night | | | | | | | |
180 | How heavy is the night | | | | | | | |
181 | How sad our state by nature is! | | | | | | | |
182 | Unshaken as the sacred hill | | | | | | | |
183 | Firm and unmov'd are they | | | | | | | |
184 | With all my powers of heart and tongue | | | | | | | |
185 | Th' Almighty reigns exalted high | | | | | | | |
186 | To God, the only wise | | | | | | | |
187 | Salvation! O, the joyful sound! | | | | | | | |
188 | Lord, we confess our numerous faults | | | | | | | |
189 | When the Eternal bows the skies | | | | | | | |
190 | Now to the power of God supreme | | | | | | | |
191 | Salvation is for ever nigh | | | | | | | |
192 | Here at thy cross, my dying God | | | | | | | |
193 | Father, I sing thy wondrous grace | | | | | | | |
194 | Father, how wide thy glories shine! | | | | | | | |
195 | Let every mortal ear attend | | | | | | | |
196 | Come hither, all ye weary souls | | | | | | | |
197 | Shall Wisdom cry aloud | | | | | | | |
198 | Thus saith the Wisdom of the Lord | | | | | | | |
199 | Deceiv'd by subtle snares of hell | | | | | | | |
200 | In vain we lavish out our lives | | | | | | | |