# | Text | Tune | | | | | | |
LXI | Bless'd be the everlasting God | | | | | | | |
LXII | Loud be thy name ador'd | | | | | | | |
LXIII | Praise God, from whom all blessings flow | | | | | | | |
LXIV | Let every mortal ear attend | | | | | | | |
LXV | Almighty Author of our frame | | | | | | | |
LXVI | Before the awful throne we bow | | | | | | | |
LXVII | Long as we live we'll bless thy name | | | | | | | |
LXVIII | Ye tribes of earth, in God rejoice | | | | | | | |
LXIX | Our Maker, and our King | | | | | | | |
LXX | Holy, holy, holy Lord! | | | | | | | |
LXXI | Hail, thou eternal King | | | | | | | |
LXXII | Sov'reign Lord of might and glory! | | | | | | | |
LXXIII | O come let us join | | | | | | | |
LXXIV | From all who dwell below the skies | | | | | | | |
LXXV | Lo God is here! let us adore | | | | | | | |
LXXVI | Eternal Source of life and thought! | | | | | | | |
LXXVII | Great God, this sacred day of thine | | | | | | | |
LXXVIII | Our hearts shall triumph in the Lord | | | | | | | |
LXXIX | Author of Good, to thee we come | | | | | | | |
LXXX | O that the Lord would guide our ways | | | | | | | |
LXXXI | Lord, through the dubious paths of life | | | | | | | |
LXXXII | Thy presence, everlasting Lord | | | | | | | |
LXXXIII | Shine on our souls, eternal God! | | | | | | | |
LXXXIV | Praise to thy name, eternal God! | | | | | | | |
LXXXV | Fountain of being, God of love | | | | | | | |
LXXXVI | O God! on thee we all depend | | | | | | | |
LXXXVII | And art thou with us, gracious Lord | | | | | | | |
LXXXVIII | Father of mercies, God of love | | | | | | | |
LXXXIX | On thee, O God! we still depend | | | | | | | |
XC | Lord, we adore thy wondrous name | | | | | | | |
XCI | Happy the souls who trust in God | | | | | | | |
XCII | Since thou, the everlasting God | | | | | | | |
XCIII | Awake, our souls! away, our fears! | | | | | | | |
XCIV | Great Lord of earth, and seas and skies! | | | | | | | |
XCV | Lord, how mysterious are thy ways! | | | | | | | |
XCVI | Thy people, Lord, have ever found | | | | | | | |
XCVII | Commit thou all thy ways | | | | | | | |
XCVIII | The darken'd sky, how thick it lowers! | | | | | | | |
XCIX | Wait on the Lord, ye heirs of hope | | | | | | | |
C | How gentle God's commands | | | | | | | |
CI | Praise to the Sov'reign of the sky | | | | | | | |
CII | Mistaken souls! who dream of heaven | | | | | | | |
CIII | Awake my soul, lift up thine eyes | | | | | | | |
CIV | Ah wretched souls, who still remain | | | | | | | |
CV | Awake, my soul, stretch e'ery nerve | | | | | | | |
CVI | So let our lips and lives express | | | | | | | |
CVII | Nor eye hath seen, nor ear hath heard | | | | | | | |
CVIII | Ye humble souls complain no more | | | | | | | |
CIX | How happy is the Christian's state! | | | | | | | |
CX | O happy souls, who live on high! | | | | | | | |
CXI | Happy the soul, whose wishes climb | | | | | | | |
CXII | Wherewith shall I approach the Lord | | | | | | | |
CXIII | Who shall to thy chosen seat | | | | | | | |
CXIV | Happy the soul, whose early years | | | | | | | |
CXV | In the soft season of thy youth | | | | | | | |
CXVI | Can laughter feed the immortal mind | | | | | | | |
CXVII | If solid happiness we prize | | | | | | | |
CXVIII | Patience, O 'tis a grace divine | | | | | | | |
CXIX | O 'tis a lovely thing to see | | | | | | | |
CXX | My soul, abjure th' accursed throng | | | | | | | |
CXXI | Happy is he who fears the Lord | | | | | | | |
CXXII | Let party strife no more | | | | | | | |
CXXIII | O God, our Father, and our king | | | | | | | |
CXXIV | Behold where, breathing love divine | | | | | | | |
CXXV | Had we the tongues of Greeks or Jews | | | | | | | |
CXXVI | Lo, what an entertaining sight | | | | | | | |
CXXVII | Blest are the humble souls, who see | | | | | | | |
CXXVIII | How greatly bless'd the man, whose ear | | | | | | | |
CXXIX | Beyond expression blest is he | | | | | | | |
CXXX | Come, weary souls, with sin distrest | | | | | | | |
CXXXI | The swift declining day | | | | | | | |
CXXXII | Blest be the grace which did proclaim | | | | | | | |
CXXXIII | Frail is the state of mortal man | | | | | | | |
CXXXIV | Lo what a feeble frame is ours! | | | | | | | |
CXXXV | Lord, what a feeble piece | | | | | | | |
CXXXVI | To-morrow, Lord, is thine | | | | | | | |
CXXXVII | God of eternity, from thee | | | | | | | |
CXXXVIII | Behold the path which mortals tread | | | | | | | |
CXXXIX | Death calls our friends, our neighbors, hence | | | | | | | |
CXL | Sov'reign of life! before thine eye | | | | | | | |
CXLI | Thy everlasting truth | | | | | | | |
CXLII | When sickness shakes the languid frame | | | | | | | |
CXLIII | Come, ye who love the Lord | | | | | | | |
CXLIV | Now let our souls, on wings sublime | | | | | | | |
CXLV | There is a land of pure delight | | | | | | | |
CXLVI | Behold the Lamb of God | | | | | | | |
CXLVII | Lord, what our ears have heard | | | | | | | |
CXLVIII | Thou, Lord, thro' ev'ry changing scene | | | | | | | |
CXLIX | Father of all! thy care we bless | | | | | | | |
CL | How blest are they, how truly wise | | | | | | | |
CLI | Abba, Father, God of love | | | | | | | |
CLII | The God of love will sure indulge | | | | | | | |
CLIII | Hark the glad sound, the Saviour comes! | | | | | | | |
CLIV | Author of every work divine | | | | | | | |
CLV | Father of everlasting love | | | | | | | |
CLVI | Fountain of uncreated light | | | | | | | |
CLVII | God of our life! thy constant care | | | | | | | |
CLVIII | Great God! we sing that mighty hand | | | | | | | |
CLIX | Now let our songs address the God of peace | | | | | | | |
CLX | Great Ruler of the earth and skies | | | | | | | |