| A glory gilds the sacred page | William Cowper, 1731-1800 (Author) |
| Adieu, ye vain delights of earth | William Cowper (Author) |
| Ah! reign, wherever man is found! | William Cowper (Translator) |
| All are indebted much to thee | William Cowper (Translator) |
| All scenes alike engaging prove | William Cowper (Author) |
| Almighty King, whose wondrous hand | William Cowper (Author) |
| Amazing grace--how sweet the sound | William Cowper (Author, verse 5) |
| As birds their infant brood protect | William Cowper (Author) |
| Aus Jesu Wunden quillt das Blut | William Cowper (Author) |
| Bear on, my soul, the bitter cross | William Cowper (Author) |
| Bestow, O [dear] Lord, upon our youth | William Cowper (Author) |
| Beware of Peter's word | William Cowper (Author) |
| Blest! who, far from all mankind | William Cowper (Translator) |
| Blinded in youth by Satan's arts | William Cowper (Author) |
| By whom was David taught | William Cowper (Author) |
| Children of God lack nothing | William Cowper (Author) |
| Come, let us lift our joyful eyes | William Cowper (Author) |
| Come Lord and bless the rising race | William Cowper (Author) |
| Courage, my soul, thy bitter [heavy] cross | William Cowper (Author) |
| Dangers of every shape and name | Cowper (Author) |
| Dangers of every shape and name Attend the followers of the Lamb | William Cowper (Author) |
| Dear dying Lamb thy precious blood | William Cowper (Author) |
| Dear fountain of delight unknown | William Cowper (Author) |
| Dear Lord, accept a sinful heart | William Cowper (Author) |
| D'r floet en gaang fraan korsets | William Cowper (Author) |
| E'er since, by faith, I saw the stream | William Cowper (Author) |
| Ein heil'ger Born, gefüullt mit Blut | W. Cowper (Author) |
| Ein Quell, voll von Immanuels Blut | William Cowper (Author) |
| En vand ring helt, o Gud, med dig | William Cowper (Author) |
| Ere God had built the mountains | William Cowper (Author) |
| Ere God hath built the mountains | William Cowper (Author) |
| Es ist ein Born daraus heil'ges Blut | William Cowper (Author) |
| Es ist ein Born, gefuellt mit Blut | William Cowper (Author) |
| Es quillt ein Born gefuellt mit Blut | William Cowper (Author) |
| Far from the world, O Lord, I [I'd] [we] flee | William Cowper (Author) |
| Father, where'er thy people meet | Cowper (Author) |
| Fierce passions discompose the mind | Cowper (Author) |
| For Fhou, within no walls confined | William Cowper (Author) |
| For mercies, countless as the sands | William Cowper, 1779 (Author) |
| Friend of the friendless and the faint | William Cowper (Author) |
| From Calvary's cross a fountain flows | William Cowper (Author) |
| From thorny wilds a monster came | William Cowper (Translator) |
| Geheimnisvoll, gerecht und hehr | William Cowper (Author) |
| Geheimnisvoll in tiefer Nacht | William Cowper (Translator) |
| God gives his mercies to be spent | William Cowper (Author) |
| God moves in a mysterious way | William Cowper (Author) |
| God of my [our] life, to [on] thee I [we] call | William Cowper (Author) |
| Gottlob, auch mir stroemt dort die Flut | William Cowper (Author) |
| Grace is a plant, where'er it grows | Cowper (Author) |
| Grace triumphant on the throne | Cowper (Author) |
| Gracious Lord [God], our children see | William Cowper (Author) |
| Had I a throne above the rest | William Cowper (Author) |
| Hark, my soul! it is the Lord! | William Cowper (Author) |
| Hay una fuente carmesi | William Cowper (Author) |
| Hay una fuente sin igual De sangre de Emmanuel | William Cowper (Author) |
| He is a freeman, whom the truth makes free | William Cowper (Author) |
| Heal us, Emmanuel, hear our prayer | William Cowper (Author) |
| Heal us, Immanuel, here we stand | Cowper (Author) |
| Healer Divine, O hear our prayer | William Cowper (Author) |
| Hear, Lord! the song of praise and prayer | Cowper (Author) |
| Hear what God the Lord hath spoken | Cowper (Author) |
| His master taken from his head | Cowper (Author) |
| Hoert was gott der herr gesprochen | Wm. Cowper (Translator) |
| Holy Lord, God I love thy truth | William Cowper (Author) |
| Honor and happiness unite To make the Christian's name | William Cowper (Author) |
| How are thy servants blest, O Lord [God] | William Cowper (Author) |
| How blest is man, O God | William Cowper (Author) |
| How blest thy creature is, O God, | COWPER. (Author) |
| How happy are the new-born race | William Cowper (Translator) |
| How long beneath the law I lay | William Cowper (Author) |
| How sweet it is to walk with God | William Cowper (Author) |
| How sweet the name of Jesus sounds | Cowper (Author) |
| How wondrous was the burning zeal | William Cowper (Author) |
| I am fond of the swallow - I learn from her flight | William Cowper (Translator) |
| I am monarch of all I survey | William Cowper (Author) |
| "I love the Lord" is still the strain | William Cowper (Translator) |
| I need thee, precious Jesus [Jesu], for I am full of sin | William Cowper (Author) |
| I place an offering at thy shrine | William Cowper (Translator) |
| I suffer fruitless anguish day by day | William Cowper (Translator) |
| I thirst, but not as once I did | William Cowper (Author) |
| I was a groveling creature [sinner] once | William Cowper (Author) |
| I will praise thee every day | William Cowper (Author) |
| In holy comtemplation | William Cowper (Author) |
| In vain ye woo me to your harmless joys | William Cowper (Translator) |
| Infinite God, thou great unrivaled one | William Cowper (Author) |
| Israel in ancient days | Cowper (Author) |
| Israel in ancient days | Cowper (Author) |
| Jealous, and with love o'erflowing | William Cowper (Translator) |
| Jehovah moves in mystery | William Cowper (Author) |
| Jesus, I love thy charming name | William Cowper (Author) |
| Jesus, lover of my soul | Cowper (Author) |
| Jesus, my Savior, look on me | William Cowper (Author) |
| Jesus, where e'er your people meet | William Cowper (Author) |
| Jesus, whose blood so freely stream'd | Cowper (Author) |
| Judge not the Lord by feeble sense | William Cowper (Author) |
| Life can bring with it nothing | William Cowper (Author) |
| Like crowded forest trees we stand | William Cowper (Author) |
| Long plunged in sorrow, I resign | William Cowper (Translator) |
| Long unafflicted undismayed | William Cowper (Author) |
| Lord, unafflicted, undismayed | William Cowper (Author) |
| Love! if thy destined sacrifice am I | William Cowper (Translator) |
| Love is the Lord whom I obey | William Cowper (Translator) |
| Man's wisdom is to seek | William Cowper (Author) |
| Messiah's come, with joy behold | William Cowper (Author) |
| My bowels yearn o'er dying men | Cowper (Author) |
| My country, Lord, art thou alone | William Cowper (Author) |
| My former hopes are dead [fled], my terror now begins | William Cowper (Author) |
| My God, how perfect are thy ways | William Cowper (Author) |
| My heart is easy, and my burden light | William Cowper (Translator) |
| My Lord, how full of sweet content | William Cowper (Author) |
| My Lord, with thee I find content | William Cowper (Author) |
| My Savior, whom absent I love | William Cowper (Author) |
| My sole possession is thy love, O Lord | William Cowper (Author) |
| My song shall bless the Lord of all | William Cowper (Author) |
| My span of life will soon be done [o'er] | William Cowper (Author) |
| My Spouse! in whose presence I live | William Cowper (Translator) |
| Night! how I love thy silent shades | William Cowper (Translator) |
| No longer I follow a sound | William Cowper (Author) |
| No more I ask, or hope to find | Cowper (Author) |
| No strength of nature can suffice | William Cowper (Author) |
| Now is the time, the accepted hour | William Cowper (Author) |
| O Dios, si a ti pudiese aproximarme | William Cowper (Author) |
| O God, whose favorable eye | William Cowper (Author) |
| O how I love thy holy word | Cowper (Author) |
| O Lord, how full of sweet content | William Cowper (Author) |
| O Lord, in sorrow I resign | William Cowper (Author) |
| O Lord, my best desire [desires] fulfill | William Cowper (Author) |
| O Lord, where'er Thy people meet | William Cowper (Author) |
| O love, of pure and heavenly birth! | William Cowper (Translator) |
| O most delightful hour by man | William Cowper (Author) |
| O quien pudiera andar con Dios | William Cowper (Author) |
| O thou, by long experience tried | William Cowper (Translator) |
| Of all the gifts thine hand [love] bestows | William Cowper (Author) |
| Oh, for a closer walk with God | William Cowper (Author) |
| Oh loved! but not enough—though dearer far | William Cowper (Translator) |
| Pa underbara v'gar gar | William Cowper (Author) |
| Peace has unveiled her smiling face | William Cowper (Translator) |
| Pity, O Lord, my sinful heart | William Cowper (Author) |
| Prayer is appointed to convey | William Cowper (Author) |
| Prayer makes the darkened cloud withdraw | William Cowper (Author) |
| Prayer makes the darkest clouds withdraw | William Cowper (Author) |
| Saa mange Hindringer vi saa | William Cowper (Author) |
| Season of my purest pleasure | William Cowper (Translator) |
| See what unbounded zeal and love | William Cowper (Author) |
| Seht wie der Heiland aller Welt | William Cowper (Author) |
| Seht wie der Heiland aller Welt am Kreuze dulde | William Cowper (Author) |
| Self love no grace in sorrow sees | William Cowper (Author) |
| Sin enslav'd me many years | Cowper (Author) |
| Sin has undone our wretched race | William Cowper (Author) |
| Since life in sorrow must be spent | William Cowper (Translator) |
| Sleep at last has fled these eyes | William Cowper (Translator) |
| Sometimes a light surprises | William Cowper (Author) |
| Source of love, and light of day | William Cowper (Translator) |
| Source of love, my brighter sun | William Cowper (Translator) |
| Spirit of charity, dispense | William Cowper (Author) |
| Still, still, without ceasing | William Cowper (Translator) |
| Sun! stay thy course, this moment stay | William Cowper (Translator) |
| Sweet tenants of this grove! | William Cowper (Translator) |
| The billows swell, the winds are big | William Cowper (Author) |
| The calm retreat, the silent shade | William Cowper (Author) |
| The dearest idol I have known | William Cowper (Author) |
| The dying thief rejoiced to see | William Cowper (Author) |
| The evils that beset our path | William Cowper (Author) |
| The fountain in its source | William Cowper (Translator) |
| The joy that vain amusements give | William Cowper (Author) |
| The Lord of all things | William Cowper (Author) |
| The Lord proclaims his grace abroad | William Cowper (Author) |
| The Lord receives his highest praise | Cowper (Author) |
| The Lord send peace, offending man | William Cowper (Author) |
| The Lord will happiness divine | Cowper (Author) |
| The mighty frame of glorious | William Cowper (Author) |
| The new-born child of gospel grace | Cowper (Author) |
| The rose had been washed | William Cowper (Author) |
| The saints should never be dismayed | William Cowper (Author) |
| The Savior, what a noble flame was kindled | William Cowper (Author) |
| The Spirit breathes upon the Word | William Cowper (Author) |
| There is a fountain filled with blood | William Cowper, 1731 - 1901 (Author) |
| There is a fountain filled with blood, filled with blood, filled with blood, | Copwer. (Author) |
| There is a fountain opened wide | William Cowper (Author) |
| There's not an echo round me | William Cowper (Translator) |
| This God is the God we adore | Cowper (Author) |
| This is the feast of heav'nly wine | Cowper (Author) |
| Thou dying Lamb, thy precious blood | William Cowper (Author) |
| Thou hast no lightnings, O thou Just! | William Cowper (Translator) |
| Thou Spirit of eternal truth | William Cowper (Author) |
| Thrice holy Lord, I love thy truth | William Cowper (Author) |
| Thy mansion is the Christian's heart | William Cowper (Author) |
| Thy providence supplies our food | William Cowper (Author) |
| "Tis folly all" let me no more be told | William Cowper (Translator) |
| 'Tis my happiness below | William Cowper (Author) |
| 'Tis my privilege below | William Cowper (Author) |
| To Jesus, the crown of my [our] hope | William Cowper (Author) |
| To keep the lamp alive | Cowper (Author) |
| To lay the soul that loves him low | William Cowper (Translator) |
| To me remains nor place, nor time | William Cowper (Author) |
| To tell the Savior all my wants | William Cowper (Author) |
| To thee our wants are known | William Cowper (Author) |
| Trwy ddirgel ffyrdd m' 'r Ior (God moves in a mysterious way) | William Cowper (Author) |
| 'Twas my purpose, on a day | William Cowper (Translator) |
| Weak and irresolute is man | William Cowper (Author) |
| What thousands never knew the road | William Cowper (Author) |
| What various hind'rances we meet | Cowper (Author) |
| When all within is peace | Cowper (Author) |
| When darkness long has veiled my [the] mind | William Cowper (Author) |
| When Hagar found the bottle spent | William Cowper (Author) |
| When I review my ways | William Cowper (Author) |
| When Jesus hung upon the tree | Cowper (Author) |
| Where'er, O Lord, thy people meet | William Cowper (Author) |
| Wie herrlich leuchtet Gottes Wort | William Cowper (Author) |
| Wilds horrid and dark with o'er shadowing trees | William Cowper (Translator) |
| With all his sufferings full in view | William Cowper (Author) |
| Write to Sardis, said the Lord | William Cowper (Author) |
| Ye careless ones, O, hear betimes | Cowper (Author) |
| Ye fearful saints, fresh courage take | William Cowper (Author) |
| Ye linnets, let us try, beneath this grove | William Cowper (Translator) |
| Ye sons of earth prepare the plough | William Cowper (Author) |
| Ye timid saints, fresh courage take! | Cowper, alt. and abr. (Author) |