All Glory belongs to Jesus alone, |
65 |
Am I indeed born from above? |
50 |
Arise, my soul, to Jesus fly |
79 |
Attend, my soul, and trembling hear, |
20 |
Awake , my heart! my soul, arise! |
5 |
Away my doubts, begone my fear, |
76 |
Begone my worldly cares, away! |
4 |
Behold, He comes, the Saviour comes, |
33 |
Be merciful, O God, to me, |
56 |
Bring all the brutish and unwise |
94 |
By holiness and watchful care, |
41 |
Chasten'd I am from day to day, |
104 |
Christian, wouldst thou in grace excel, |
46 |
Come, each desponding, drooping soul, |
59 |
Come, O my doubting soul, attend, |
57 |
Come, view the field of love divine, |
11 |
Condemn me not, most gracious God, |
26 |
Deceivers will affect t' appear |
44 |
'Gainst Thee, Thou Holy, Just, and Wise |
117 |
God and His law are my delight, |
25 |
God of my days, God of my nights, |
4 |
Good news, these blessed words impart |
15 |
Grace will to every duty bind, |
47 |
Haste that delightful, awful day |
87 |
Hear this, ye fav'rites of the Lord, |
128 |
High in the Heavens doth God reside, |
39 |
How are my powers all tun'd to mourn |
90 |
How oft doth beauty lead to sin, |
122 |
How should the morning of my days |
3 |
How suitable this word to me, |
97 |
I fear the God of Heaven and Earth, |
23 |
I languish for a sight |
73 |
I, Jesus, am ascended high, |
120 |
In this extreme distress of soul, |
93 |
Is this Thy will, and must I be |
136 |
Is this unpleasant cup now given |
101 |
Is Jesus evermore the same? |
12 |
I think my table richly spread, |
110 |
Jesus exalts His fav'rites high, |
114 |
Jesus, I now address Thy throne, |
127 |
Jesus, my Advocate and King, |
91 |
Jesus, my Hiding-place Thou art, |
96 |
Jesus my mourning soul doth lead, |
106 |
Jesus, the Great, the Mighty God, |
18 |
Jesus, Thou God of nations, bend |
125 |
Jesus, Thy love is still my theme, |
75 |
Jesus, when I can see Thy face, |
103 |
Let all my anxious cares be gone, |
37 |
Let all the heavenly hosts rejoice, |
66 |
Let me adore His boundless grace, |
6 |
Let me lie prostrate on the ground, |
92 |
Let not the learned and the wise |
21 |
Let others, wrapt in self-conceit- |
35 |
Let praise employ my heart and tongue; |
18 |
Like Enoch I would seek to be, |
131 |
Look, O my soul, within the veil, |
118 |
Look unto Me, the Saviour cries, |
36 |
Lord, can a helpless worm, like me, |
60 |
Lord, captivate my every thought |
45 |
Lord, I confess my guilt an shame |
61 |
Lord, is not this my one desire, |
51 |
Lord, is it not my soul's desire |
67 |
Lord, search and try this heart of mine, |
19 |
Lord, 't is enough, at length I own |
62 |
Lord, what am I without Thy love? |
53 |
My God, for I can call Thee mine, |
109 |
My God, how restless is my mind |
80 |
My life declines, my strength is gone, |
83 |
My soul, what dost thou here? |
116 |
No man or angel can compare |
74 |
No more of works I vainly boast, |
63 |
Now have I spent in sighs and tears |
88 |
Now let me from this world retire, |
133 |
Now let my faith grow strong, and plead |
67 |
Now let my faith look through her fears |
8 |
Now let my soul adore and praise |
131 |
Now may the God of boundless grace, |
10 |
Now shall my soul adore the grace |
105 |
Now, whilst I try my heart, |
45 |
O could I find some peaceful bow'r |
129 |
O could I to Jerus'lem go, |
82 |
Of rest I hear, of rest I talk, |
85 |
Often, Great God, I've heard of Thee, |
22 |
Oft has my soul in secret bless'd |
99 |
O happy souls that love the Lord, |
13 |
O let Jehovah's lib'ral hand |
121 |
O let me lay my anger by |
68 |
O soul-reviving word, |
38 |
O Thou, who shin'st in bright abode, |
2 |
O what a vain and empty world is this! |
86 |
Rapid my days and months run on, |
1 |
Remember me, Thou great I Am, |
134 |
Riches immense are in Thy hand, |
16 |
Salvation's work is done, |
32 |
Say, is this wild, corrupted nation |
123 |
Shew me the soul to doubts expos'd, |
15 |
Tell me no more of earthly toys, |
112 |
Thee will I love, my dearest Lord, |
75 |
The Lord of Lords, and King of Kings |
113 |
The rain descends, the tempests rise |
33 |
The Tri-une God above, |
31 |
Thine anger, Lord, how short the stay, |
58 |
This blessing, Lord, to me impart |
40 |
This promise is to sinners made, |
49 |
This wretched heart will still backslide |
54 |
Thou art acquainted with my heart, |
60 |
Though I of sinners am the chief, |
107 |
Thou God of justice and of grace, |
27 |
'Tis my Beloved's awful voice; |
132 |
To God I'd seek in each distress |
100 |
To Him that brought salvation nigh |
32 |
To Him, to Him whose love hath wrought |
17 |
To Thee, again my gracious God, |
126 |
to Thee, my God, I make my moan, |
98 |
To us, to us a Child is born, |
7 |
Tremble, my soul, fall down before |
30 |
Turn, O my soul, from Moses turn, |
35 |
Unfertile, intricate and strange, |
70 |
Well may I groan beneath Thy stroke |
28 |
What ails this vile, deceitful hearth? |
72 |
When will my sweet release be sign'd, |
84 |
Where is the understanding heart |
48 |
Where shall I go but to my Lord, |
81 |