# | Text | Tune | | | | | | |
I | How glorious is our heavenly King | | | | | | | |
II | I sing th' almighty power of God | | | | | | | |
III | Blest be the goodness and the power | | | | | | | |
IV | Whene'er I take my walks abroad | | | | | | | |
V | Great God, to thee my voice I raise | | | | | | | |
VI | Lord, I ascribe it to thy grace | | | | | | | |
VII | Great God, with wonder and with praise | | | | | | | |
VIII | The praises of my tongue | | | | | | | |
IX | Almighty God, thy piercing eye | | | | | | | |
X | There is a God, who reigns above | | | | | | | |
XI | There is beyond the sky | | | | | | | |
XII | Happy the child whose early years | | | | | | | |
XIII | Why should I say, 'Tis yet too soon | | | | | | | |
XIV | What bless'd examples do I find | | | | | | | |
XV | O 'tis a lovely thing for youth | | | | | | | |
XVI | Let dogs delight to bark and bite | | | | | | | |
XVII | Whatever brawls disturb the street | | | | | | | |
XVIII | Our tongues were made to bless the Lord | | | | | | | |
XIX | Angels, that high in glory dwell | | | | | | | |
XX | How doth the little busy bee | | | | | | | |
XXI | Why should I join with those in play | | | | | | | |
XXII | Why should our garments, made to hide | | | | | | | |
XXIII | Let children, who would fear the Lord | | | | | | | |
XXIV | My God, who mak'st the sun to know | | | | | | | |
XXV | And now another day is gone | | | | | | | |
XXVI | This is the day when Christ arose | | | | | | | |
XXVII | Lord, how delightful 'tis to see | | | | | | | |
XXVIII | These emmets, how little they are in our eyes! | | | | | | | |
XXIX | Though I'm now in younger days | | | | | | | |
XXX | Hush, my dear, lie still and slumber | | | | | | | |
XXXI | How fine has the day been! How bright was the sun! | | | | | | | |
XXXII | Why should I love my sport so well | | | | | | | |
XXXIII | The winter past, reviving flowers | | | | | | | |
XXXIV | High in yonder realms of light | | | | | | | |
[This hymnal has not been proofed - data may be incomplete or incorrect]