# | Text | Tune | | | | | | |
16a | When faith presents the Saviour's death | | | | | | | |
16b | Not from the dust afflictions grow | | | | | | | |
17a | With cheerful notes let all the earth | | | | | | | |
17b | All hail the pow'r of Jesus' name | | | | | | | |
18a | God from his cloudy cistern, pours | | | | | | | |
18b | Thy words the raging winds control | | | | | | | |
19a | See what a living stone | | | | | | | |
19b | Teach me the measure of my days | | | | | | | |
20 | O if my soul was form'd for woe | REPENTANCE | | | | | | |
21a | While shepherds watch'd their flocks by night | | | | | | | |
21b | My God, the visits of thy face | | | | | | | |
22a | How lovely, how diveinly sweet | | | | | | | |
22b | Hail, sov'reign love that first began | | | | | | | |
23a | How soft the words my Saviour speaks | LITCHFIELD | | | | | | |
23b | Lord, what is man, poor feeble man | | | | | | | |
24a | Why should the children of the King | | | | | | | |
24b | Welcome, welcome ev'ry guest | | | | | | | |
25a | From pleasant trees which shade the brink | | | | | | | |
25b | Were I in heav'n without my God | | | | | | | |
26a | Hast thou not giv'n thy word | | | | | | | |
26b | My God, my portion and my love | | | | | | | |
27 | I'll praise my Maker with my breath | | | | | | | |
28a | My soul, come meditate the day | | | | | | | |
28b | His hoary frost, his fleecy snow | | | | | | | |
29a | God of my life, look gently down | | | | | | | |
29b | O thou that hear'st when sinners cry | | | | | | | |
30 | Thy works of glory, mighty Lord | | | | | | | |
31a | Before the rosy dawn of day | | | | | | | |
31b | Hark, it is wisdom's voice | | | | | | | |
32 | If angels sung a Saviour's birth | | | | | | | |
33a | Let sinners take their course | | | | | | | |
33b | My sorrows like a flood | | | | | | | |
34a | False are the men of high degree | | | | | | | |
34b | Shepherds rejoice, lift up your eyes | ALSTEAD | | | | | | |
35 | How did his flowing tears condole | | | | | | | |
36 | I send the joys of earth away | | | | | | | |
37 | Lord, what a thoughtless wretch was I | | | | | | | |
38 | From the third heav'n where God resides | | | | | | | |
39 | Where nothing dwelt but beasts of prey | WHITESTOWN | | | | | | |
40 | Behold the Judge descends, his guards are high | | | | | | | |
41 | Let ev'ry creature join | | | | | | | |
42 | With songs and honours sounding loud | | | | | | | |
43 | Early, my God, without delay | | | | | | | |
44 | Jesus! the vision of thy face | | | | | | | |
45 | Life is the time to serve the Lord | | | | | | | |
46a | Sweet is the day of sacred rest | | | | | | | |
46b | For life without thy love | | | | | | | |
47a | Ye tribes of Adam join | | | | | | | |
47b | Let the high heav'ns your songs invite | | | | | | | |
48 | Jesus shall reign where'er the sun | | | | | | | |
49 | My refuge is the God of love | | | | | | | |
50 | Vital spark of heav'nly flame | | | | | | | |
53 | Great God, attend, while Zion sings | | | | | | | |
54a | Death, like an overflowing stream | | | | | | | |
54b | Maker and sov'reign Lord | | | | | | | |
55a | Save me, O God, the swelling floods | | | | | | | |
55b | O come, loud anthems let us sing | | | | | | | |
56a | O come, loud anthems let us sing | | | | | | | |
56b | Nature with open volume stands | | | | | | | |
57a | 'Twas on that dark, that doleful night | | | | | | | |
57b | Awake my heart, arise my tongue | | | | | | | |
58a | Hark, from the tombs, a doleful sound | | | | | | | |
58b | Ye nations round the earth, rejoice | | | | | | | |
59 | The sparrow for her young | | | | | | | |
60a | O! may thy church thy turtle-dove | | | | | | | |
60b | Lord of the worlds above | | | | | | | |
61a | Hear me, O Lord, nor hide thy face | | | | | | | |
61b | The Lord my Shepherd is | | | | | | | |
62 | Behold I bring you glad tidings, glad tidings of joy | | | | | | | |
65 | To thee, o God, my cries ascend | | | | | | | |
66 | They that in ships with courage bold | | | | | | | |
67a | My thoughts that often mount the skies | | | | | | | |
67b | Will God for ever cast us off | | | | | | | |
68a | With inward pain my heart-strings sound | | | | | | | |
68b | Alas! and did my Saviour bleed? | | | | | | | |
69 | From low pursuits exalt my mind | | | | | | | |
70a | Help Lord! for men of virtue fail | | | | | | | |
70b | Man has a soul of vast desire | | | | | | | |
71a | A blooming paradise of joy | | | | | | | |
71b | Saviour, canst thou love a traitor? | | | | | | | |
72 | Now can my soul in God rejoice | | | | | | | |
73 | I am the rose of Sharon and the lily of the vallies | | | | | | | |
79 | The lofty pillars of the sky | | | | | | | |
80a | Let diff'ring nations join | | | | | | | |
80b | O God, my heart is fully bent | | | | | | | |
81a | Let all my youthful crimes | | | | | | | |
81b | Come sound his praise abroad | | | | | | | |
82a | The spacious firmament on high | | | | | | | |
82b | Welcome sweet day of rest | | | | | | | |
83 | Now to the shining realms above | | | | | | | |
84 | Sacred to heav'n behold the dome appears | MASONIC ODE | | | | | | |
86 | I heard a great voice from heav'n, saying unto me | | | | | | | |
87 | All hail the pow'r of Jesus' name | | | | | | | |
88 | The Lord is ris'n indeed! | | | | | | | |
91a | How did my heart rejoice to hear | | | | | | | |
91b | Awake my soul, awake my eyes | | | | | | | |
91c | Happy soul! thy days are ended | | | | | | | |
92 | Salvation! O the joyful sound | | | | | | | |
93a | Thro' all the changing scenes of life | | | | | | | |
93b | My soul repeat his praise | | | | | | | |