# | Text | Tune | | | | | | |
a296 | With joy we hail the morning light | | | | | | | |
a297 | Blest be thy name my God and King | | | | | | | |
a298 | Now shalt thou hear, my Lord, my God | | | | | | | |
a299 | Now philomel attunes her song | | | | | | | |
a300 | Now the day is past and gone | | | | | | | |
a301 | Give thanks to God for he is good | | | | | | | |
a302 | The Lord our God is good | | | | | | | |
a303 | Come, let us join in grateful songs | | | | | | | |
a304 | When autumn brings her golden store | | | | | | | |
a305 | Kind providence to us imparts | | | | | | | |
a306 | Now to the Lord, O let us raise | | | | | | | |
a307 | Lord bless Columbia's happy land | | | | | | | |
a308 | Ye sons of Columbia, adore | | | | | | | |
a309 | What wonders hath Jehovah wrought | | | | | | | |
a310 | The Lord our God, our heav'nly King | | | | | | | |
a311 | The winter months are past away | | | | | | | |
a312 | This is the fast the Lord would chuse | | | | | | | |
a313 | The hypocrites do often fast | | | | | | | |
a314 | When thou dost fast thou shalt not be | | | | | | | |
a315 | The hypocrite doth fast, With a dejected face | | | | | | | |
a316 | In Zion let the trumpet blow | | | | | | | |
a317 | All hail, the matchless pow'r divine | | | | | | | |
a318 | Ye are God's building, saith the word | | | | | | | |
a319[219] | On holy mount Moriah see | | | | | | | |
a320 | Lo! see the brilliant temple rise | | | | | | | |
a321 | Ere time commenc'd, a darksome night | | | | | | | |
a322 | Various systems men have form'd | | | | | | | |
a323 | The Jews had eyes, and yet were blind | | | | | | | |
a324 | And why do Christians thus contend | | | | | | | |
a325 | Why do Pharisees complain | | | | | | | |
a326 | Had Jesus taught the ancient Jews | | | | | | | |
a327 | My foes declare with awful frown | | | | | | | |
a328 | Where myst'ries are in scripture found | | | | | | | |
a329 | Of old, how were the sons of men | | | | | | | |
a330 | Thus saith the great and mighty God | | | | | | | |
a331 | Thus saith the mighty God | | | | | | | |
a332 | No sacrifice of costly name | | | | | | | |
a333 | Who will regret that Christ should have | | | | | | | |
a334 | Let party names alone | | | | | | | |
a335 | As ancient bigots disagree | | | | | | | |
a336 | Lord, what a rage thy foes are in! | | | | | | | |
a337[237] | Now Baal's prophets cry aloud | | | | | | | |
a338 | That some should perish, God ordains | | | | | | | |
a339 | By men conditions are propos'd | | | | | | | |
a340 | But few of all the human race | | | | | | | |
a341 | When strangers meet me on the way | | | | | | | |
a342 | Will they who love the Lord repine | | | | | | | |
a343 | Dear Shepherd didst thou lie | | | | | | | |
a344 | I bid farewell to written creeds | | | | | | | |
a345 | O could the scales fall from our eyes | | | | | | | |
a346 | O cease, my soul, the search give o'er | | | | | | | |
a347[322] | From worldly noise I would retire | | | | | | | |
a348 | Behold, on Zion's mystic walls | | | | | | | |
a349 | Lo, from the mountains of the law | | | | | | | |
a350 | What is this within me burning? | | | | | | | |
a352 | When by faith I see my Savior | | | | | | | |
a353 | Why is my heart so cold? | | | | | | | |
a354 | I long my Savior's grace to see | | | | | | | |
a355 | Come all ye lovely youth | | | | | | | |
a356 | Come, all ye tender lovely youth | | | | | | | |
a357 | Ye aged fathers, mothers dear | | | | | | | |
a358 | By faith may Jesus dwell | | | | | | | |
a359 | Come, pleasant youth, your voices raise | | | | | | | |
a360 | How fast time's holy moments run! | | | | | | | |
a361 | When will the eyelids of that morn | | | | | | | |
a362 | My soul is fainting fast | | | | | | | |
a363 | Must christians pray for nought? | | | | | | | |
a364[366] | May we thine armor, Lord, put on | | | | | | | |
a365 | Grant unto us a visit, dearest Lord | | | | | | | |
a366 | Lord, from thy holy hill descend | | | | | | | |
a367 | Our Father, God, in heav'n above | | | | | | | |
a368 | O Lord of Hosts! All Gracious God! | | | | | | | |
a369 | Is not thy promise pledg'd | | | | | | | |
a370 | Thou Great First Cause! least understood | | | | | | | |
a371 | O Lord we bow before thy throne | | | | | | | |
a372 | O God of grace, before thy throne | | | | | | | |
a373 | In thine own house, O Lord, we meet | | | | | | | |
a374 | In union let our voices join | | | | | | | |
a375 | Now God I see in ev'ry thing | | | | | | | |
a376 | Let earth rejoice and nature sing | | | | | | | |
a377 | Lo, what enraptur'd songs of praise | | | | | | | |
a378 | Now to the Lord who built the skies | | | | | | | |
a379 | Join ev'ry heart and ev'ry tongue | | | | | | | |
a380 | A joyful song to God | | | | | | | |
a381 | Praise ye the Lord, all nature join | | | | | | | |
a382 | Praise God, from whom all blessings flow | | | | | | | |
a383 | Worthy the Paschal Lamb! | | | | | | | |
a384 | Let God alone have endless praise | | | | | | | |
a385 | Now to our God let praises rise | | | | | | | |
a386 | Now shall my inward joys arise | | | | | | | |
a387 | Now let all nature join to praise | | | | | | | |
a388 | The Lord hath come from hills of light | | | | | | | |
a389 | No sure foundation can be laid | | | | | | | |
a390 | The Lord who holds the gospel fan | | | | | | | |
a391 | Hark! from the wilderness, and hear | | | | | | | |
a392 | Christ shall descend in flaming fire | | | | | | | |
a393 | The day of God shall surely come | | | | | | | |
a394 | Attend and hear the sacred word | | | | | | | |
a395 | Awake! my soul! away, thy fears! | | | | | | | |
a396 | Shall slavish fear torment my soul | | | | | | | |