# | Text | Tune | | | | | | |
101 | Let every heart and tongue | | | | | | | |
102 | Grace! 'tis a charming sound | | | | | | | |
103 | This is the glorious day | | | | | | | |
104 | Behold what wondrous grace | | | | | | | |
105 | Come to the house of pray'r | | | | | | | |
106 | "Forever with the Lord!" | | | | | | | |
107 | Ye servants of the Lord | | | | | | | |
108 | How pleas'd and blest was I | | | | | | | |
109 | 'Tis heav'n begun below | | | | | | | |
110 | Crown Him with many crowns | | | | | | | |
111 | Beyond the starry skies | | | | | | | |
112 | Songs of praise awoke the morn | | | | | | | |
113 | Blessed fountain, full of grace! | | | | | | | |
114 | To Thy temple we repair | | | | | | | |
115 | Praise the Lord, His glories show | | | | | | | |
116 | God with us! O glorious name! | | | | | | | |
117 | God eternal, Lord of all! | | | | | | | |
118 | Lord! whom winds and seas obey | | | | | | | |
119 | For a season called to part | | | | | | | |
120 | Shepherd of Thy little flock | | | | | | | |
121 | Now begin the heav'nly theme | | | | | | | |
122 | Lord of hosts, to thee we raise | | | | | | | |
123 | Bright and joyful was the morn | | | | | | | |
124 | Christ the Lord is ris'n today! | | | | | | | |
125 | Praise to God, immortal praise | | | | | | | |
126 | Angels! roll the rock away | | | | | | | |
127 | Morning breaks upon the tomb | | | | | | | |
128 | Father! glory be to Thee | | | | | | | |
129 | Angels! roll the rock away | | | | | | | |
130 | Hark! the herald angels sing | | | | | | | |
131 | Hail the day that saw Him rise | | | | | | | |
132 | Safely through another week | | | | | | | |
133 | Glory, glory to our King! | | | | | | | |
134 | Holy, holy, holy! Lord, God Almighty! | | | | | | | |
135 | Holy Bible! book divine! | | | | | | | |
136 | O day of rest and gladness | | | | | | | |
137 | God is my strong salvation | | | | | | | |
138 | The morning light is breaking | | | | | | | |
139 | Hail to the Lord's anointed | | | | | | | |
140 | Ho! reapers of life's harvest | | | | | | | |
141 | Hark! ten thousand harps and voices | | | | | | | |
142 | Humble souls, who seek salvation | | | | | | | |
143 | On the mountain's top appearing | | | | | | | |
144 | Zion stands with hills surrounded | | | | | | | |
145 | See, from Zion's sacred mountain | | | | | | | |
146 | Welcome, delightful morn | | | | | | | |
147 | Awake, ye saints, awake | | | | | | | |
148 | Lord of the worlds above | | | | | | | |
149 | In sweet, exalted strains | | | | | | | |
150 | O for a shout of joy | | | | | | | |
151 | Blow ye the trumpet, blow | | | | | | | |
152 | Now to th' Eternal King | | | | | | | |
153 | One sole baptismal sign | | | | | | | |
154 | The promises I sing | | | | | | | |
155 | O Thou that hearest pray'r | | | | | | | |
156 | The Prince of salvation in triumph is riding | | | | | | | |
157 | Father, O hear me now! | | | | | | | |
158 | Yes, the Redeemer rose | | | | | | | |
159 | Come, every pious heart | | | | | | | |
160 | Hail the blest morn! when the great Mediator | | | | | | | |
161 | Hail to the brightness of Zion's glad morning! | | | | | | | |
162 | Crown His head with endless blessing | | | | | | | |
163 | O worship the King, all glorious above | | | | | | | |
164 | Hark! how the gospel trumpet sounds! | | | | | | | |
165 | Though troubles assail, and dangers affright | | | | | | | |
166 | Praise the Lord, ye saints, adore Him | | | | | | | |
167 | Triumphant Zion! lift thy head | | | | | | | |
168 | Arm of the Lord, awake! awake! | | | | | | | |
169 | How sweet the praise, how high the theme | | | | | | | |
170 | Exalted Prince of life, we own | | | | | | | |
171 | Now for a song of lofty praise | | | | | | | |
172 | The Lord is King! lift up thy voice | | | | | | | |
173 | O Lord! and shall Thy Spirit rest | | | | | | | |
174 | Father of mercies, bow Thine ear | | | | | | | |
175 | Thee we adore, O gracious Lord! | | | | | | | |
176 | King Jesus, reign for evermore | | | | | | | |
177 | O love of God, how strong and true! | | | | | | | |
178 | O bow Thine ear, eternal One! | | | | | | | |
179 | Rock'd in the cradle of the deep | | | | | | | |
180 | Dismiss us with Thy blessing | | | | | | | |
181 | Jesus, and shall it ever be | | | | | | | |
182 | My God, how endless is Thy love! | | | | | | | |
183 | How sweetly flow'd the gospel sound | | | | | | | |
184 | God is the refuge of His saints | | | | | | | |
185 | Almighty Maker of my frame | | | | | | | |
186 | Glory to thee, whose pow'rful word | | | | | | | |
187 | Redeem'd from guilt, redeem'd from fears | | | | | | | |
188 | Let thoughtless thousands choose the road | | | | | | | |
189 | Toss'd with rough winds, and faint with fear | | | | | | | |
190 | O Love Divine, that stoop'd to share | | | | | | | |
191 | The glories of our birth and state | | | | | | | |
192 | Our Lord is risen from the dead | | | | | | | |
193 | God, in the gospel of His Son | | | | | | | |
194 | Jesus, my all, to heav'n is gone | | | | | | | |
195 | Forgiveness! tis a joyful sound | | | | | | | |
196 | Great was the day,the joy was great | | | | | | | |
197 | Whither, O whither should I fly | | | | | | | |
198 | Earth has a joy unknown in heav'n | | | | | | | |
199 | In pray'r together let us fall | | | | | | | |
200 | My God, my heart with love inflame | TAPPAN | | | | | | |