# | Text | Tune | | | | | | |
136a | Joy to the world--the Lord is come! | | | | | | | |
136b | Let all the lands, with shouts of joy | | | | | | | |
137a | Come, let our hearts, and voices join | | | | | | | |
137b | There is a land of pure delight | | | | | | | |
138a | Return, O wanderer--now return! | | | | | | | |
138b | O Lord, my heart cries out for thee | | | | | | | |
139 | Arise, ye people, and adore | | | | | | | |
140a | Behold thy waiting servant, Lord | | | | | | | |
140b | Ye hearts with youthful vigor warm | | | | | | | |
141a | O praise the Lord with one consent | | | | | | | |
141b | Let not despair nor fell revenge | | | | | | | |
142 | O praise the Lord with one consent | | | | | | | |
143 | Oh 'twas a joyful sound to hear | | | | | | | |
144 | O all ye nations praise the Lord | WOODFORD | | | | | | |
145a | Lord, in the morning thou shalt hear | | | | | | | |
145b | Some seraph lend your heavenly tongue | | | | | | | |
146a | Awake, my soul, stretch every nerve | | | | | | | |
146b | I love to steal awhile away | | | | | | | |
147a | This is the day the Lord hath made | | | | | | | |
147b | Come, happy souls, approach your God | | | | | | | |
148a | How oft, alas! this wretched heart | | | | | | | |
148b | Lord, thou wilt hear me when I pray | | | | | | | |
149a | Teach me the measure of my days | | | | | | | |
149b | Where'er I turn my gazing eyes | | | | | | | |
150a | With cheerful notes, let all the earth | | | | | | | |
150b | Lord, in the morning thou shalt hear | | | | | | | |
151a | O all ye lands, in God rejoice | | | | | | | |
151b | Lord, when my raptured thought surveys | | | | | | | |
152 | Now to thine altar, O my God | | | | | | | |
153a | Behold thy waiting servant, Lord | | | | | | | |
153b | Oh could I find, from day to day | | | | | | | |
154a | Come, sound his praise abroad | | | | | | | |
154b | With humble heart and tongue | | | | | | | |
155a | Our days are as the grass | | | | | | | |
155b | Lord, what a feeble piece | | | | | | | |
156a | Come, sound his praise abroad | | | | | | | |
156b | O Lord, my fainting soul | | | | | | | |
157a | Behold with awful pomp | | | | | | | |
157b | Is this the kind return | | | | | | | |
158a | Let songs of endless praise | | | | | | | |
158b | O Lord, our heavenly King | | | | | | | |
159a | Let songs of endless praise | | | | | | | |
159b | When overwhelmed with grief | | | | | | | |
160a | The Spirit, in our hearts, Is whispering | | | | | | | |
160b | The Lord in Zion reigns | | | | | | | |
161a | Your harps, ye trembling saints | | | | | | | |
161b | Ye trembling captives, hear! | | | | | | | |
162a | Great is the Lord our God | | | | | | | |
162b | O cease, my wandering soul | | | | | | | |
163a | Let every creature join | | | | | | | |
163b | Exalt the Lord our God | | | | | | | |
164a | O Lord, our heavenly King | | | | | | | |
164b | Not all the blood of beasts | | | | | | | |
165a | Come, sound his praise abroad | | | | | | | |
165b | Our days are as the grass | | | | | | | |
166a | Sweet is the work, O Lord | | | | | | | |
166b | Thy name, almighty Lord | | | | | | | |
167a | Sing to the Lord most high | | | | | | | |
167b | Oh! for the death of those | | | | | | | |
168a | Exalt the Lord our God | | | | | | | |
168b | The Lord my shepherd is | | | | | | | |
169 | Soldiers of Christ, arise | | | | | | | |
170 | Now let our songs abound | | | | | | | |
171a | Oh may the church below | | | | | | | |
171b | With morning's earliest ray | | | | | | | |
172a | Thy name, almighty Lord, Shall sound through distant lands | | | | | | | |
172b | To God, in whom I trust | | | | | | | |
173a | Behold the morning sun | | | | | | | |
173b | Have mercy, Lord, on me | | | | | | | |
174a | Sing to the Lord most high | | | | | | | |
174b | Sing to the Lord most high | | | | | | | |
175 | Let songs of endless praise | | | | | | | |
176 | To bless thy chosen race, In mercy, Lord, incline | | | | | | | |
177a | My gracious God, how plain | | | | | | | |
177b | Thy name, Almighty Lord | | | | | | | |
178a | Your harps, ye trembling saints | | | | | | | |
178b | High as the heavens are raised | | | | | | | |
179a | To bless thy chosen race | | | | | | | |
179b | How gentle God's commands | | | | | | | |
180a | The Lord my Shepherd is: I shall be well supplied: | | | | | | | |
180b | Great is the Lord our God | | | | | | | |
181a | My gracious God, how plain | | | | | | | |
181b | Come, Holy Spirit, come | | | | | | | |
182 | I love the volume of thy word | | | | | | | |
183 | I'll praise my maker with my breath | | | | | | | |
184 | I'll praise my maker with my breath | | | | | | | |
185 | I'll praise my Maker with my breath | | | | | | | |
186 | I love the volume of thy word | | | | | | | |
187 | Let all the earth their voices raise | | | | | | | |
188 | Oh! could I speak the matchless worth | | | | | | | |
189 | O Thou, that hear'st the prayer of faith | | | | | | | |
190 | The festal morn, my God, is come | | | | | | | |
191 | O Thou, that hear'st the prayer of faith | | | | | | | |
192 | Oh, could I speak the matchless worth | | | | | | | |
193 | The festal morn, my God, is come | | | | | | | |
194 | When thou, my righteous Judge, shalt come | | | | | | | |
195 | Oh! could I speak the matchless worth | | | | | | | |
196 | Wake, all ye soaring throng, and sing | PERU | | | | | | |
197 | How pleased and blest was I | | | | | | | |
198a | How pleased and blest was I | | | | | | | |