# | Text | Tune | | | | | | |
101 | Now begin the heavenly theme | | | | | | | |
102 | Oh, could I speak the matchless worth | | | | | | | |
103 | Glory to God on high! | | | | | | | |
104 | Creator Spirit! by whose aid | | | | | | | |
105 | Spirit Divine! attend our prayer | | | | | | | |
106 | O Holy Ghost! Thou fire Divine! | | | | | | | |
107 | Holy Spirit, in my breast | | | | | | | |
108 | Come, Holy Spirit, come | | | | | | | |
109 | Blest Comforter Divine! | | | | | | | |
110 | Holy Ghost, with light divine | | | | | | | |
111 | Holy Spirit--Love divine! | | | | | | | |
112 | The festal morn, my God! is come | | | | | | | |
113 | Welcome, sweet day of rest | | | | | | | |
114 | When the worn spirit wants repose | | | | | | | |
115 | Blest hour! when mortal man retires | | | | | | | |
116 | To Thy temple I repair | | | | | | | |
117 | Another six days' work is done | | | | | | | |
118 | If, in a temple made with hands | | | | | | | |
119 | Lo, God is here!--let us adore | | | | | | | |
120 | When, as returns this solemn day | | | | | | | |
121 | Great God! this sacred day of thine | | | | | | | |
122 | In thy courts, O Lord! assembling | | | | | | | |
123 | When in these courts we seek thy face | | | | | | | |
124 | Not to the Mount that burn'd with fire | | | | | | | |
125 | When God of old came down from heaven | | | | | | | |
126 | God is our refuge and defence | | | | | | | |
127 | Now let our souls, on wings sublime | | | | | | | |
128 | O Lord, our languid souls inspire | | | | | | | |
129 | How lovely are thy dwellings fair | | | | | | | |
130 | O! 'twas a joyful sound to hear | | | | | | | |
131 | Our willing feet shall stand | | | | | | | |
132 | With one consent, let all the earth | | | | | | | |
133 | Be joyful in God, all ye lands of the earth | | | | | | | |
134 | All ye nations, praise the Lord! | | | | | | | |
135 | Praise ye the Lord--let praise employ | | | | | | | |
136 | Praise ye the Lord, on every height | | | | | | | |
137 | Praise him, all ye hosts above! | | | | | | | |
138 | To thee all angels cry aloud | | | | | | | |
139 | Ye holy angels bright! | | | | | | | |
140 | Depart awhile, each thought of care | | | | | | | |
141 | Praise, oh, praise the Name Divine! | | | | | | | |
142 | How sweet to bless the Lord | | | | | | | |
143 | How beautiful the sight | | | | | | | |
144 | Our heavenly Father, hear | | | | | | | |
145 | Our Father, God, who art in heaven | | | | | | | |
146 | The Lord in trouble hear thee | | | | | | | |
147 | Frequent the day of God returns | | | | | | | |
148 | Sweet is the light of Sabbath eve | | | | | | | |
149 | Thine earthly Sabbaths, Lord, we love | | | | | | | |
150 | Lord! dismiss us with thy blessing | | | | | | | |
151 | While thee I seek, protecting Power! | | | | | | | |
152 | Father of all! whose care extends | | | | | | | |
153 | New every morning is the love | | | | | | | |
154 | Awake, my soul! and with the sun | | | | | | | |
155 | In sleep's serene oblivion laid | | | | | | | |
156 | Now doth the sun ascend the sky | | | | | | | |
157 | O blest Creator of the light! | | | | | | | |
158 | Soil not thy plumage, gentle dove! | | | | | | | |
159 | Where'er I gaze below | | | | | | | |
160 | When, streaming from the eastern skies | | | | | | | |
161 | My God, beneath thy watching eye | | | | | | | |
162 | In the morning hear my voice | | | | | | | |
163 | Glory to thee, my God, this night | | | | | | | |
164 | Sun of our soul! thou Saviour dear | | | | | | | |
165 | Softly now the light of day | | | | | | | |
166 | O Thou true life of all that live! | | | | | | | |
167 | Hark! 'tis the breeze of twilight calling | | | | | | | |
168 | Slowly, by God’s hand unfurled | | | | | | | |
169 | Thee, in the watches of the night | | | | | | | |
170 | Within this awful volume lies | | | | | | | |
171 | Thy law is perfect, Lord of light! | | | | | | | |
172 | Eye of God's Word! where'er we turn | | | | | | | |
173 | Thy Word, O Lord! like gentle dews | | | | | | | |
174 | Father of mercies, in thy Word | | | | | | | |
175 | Great God! with wonder and with praise | | | | | | | |
176 | Oh! where shall rest be found | | | | | | | |
177 | What is the thing of greatest price | | | | | | | |
178 | How helpless guilty nature lies | | | | | | | |
179 | The day approaches, O my soul! | | | | | | | |
180 | When, rising from the bed of death | | | | | | | |
181 | Waked by the trumpet's sound | | | | | | | |
182 | Have mercy on me, O my God! | | | | | | | |
183 | Peace, troubled soul, whose plaintive moan | | | | | | | |
184 | Come, ye disconsolate, where'er you languish | | | | | | | |
185 | Ye who in His courts are found | | | | | | | |
186 | Ho! every one that thirsts, draw nigh | | | | | | | |
187 | Deep are the wounds that sin hath made | | | | | | | |
188 | Pilgrim, burdened with thy sin | | | | | | | |
189 | All ye who seek a certain cure | | | | | | | |
190 | Come weary souls! with sins distress'd | | | | | | | |
191 | Ye wretched, hungry, starving poor | | | | | | | |
192 | Blow ye the trumpet, blow | | | | | | | |
193 | The Spirit, in our hearts | | | | | | | |
194 | Behold a Stranger at the door | | | | | | | |
195 | Now is th'accepted time | | | | | | | |
196 | O time, how few thy value weigh! | | | | | | | |
197 | Delay not, delay not; O sinner! draw near | | | | | | | |
198 | Haste, O sinner! to be wise | | | | | | | |
199 | When the harvest is past, and the summer is gone | | | | | | | |
200 | Sinners! turn--why will ye die? | | | | | | | |