# | Text | Tune | | | | | | |
150 | Rise, O my soul, pursue the path | | | | | | | |
151a | Arise, O King of grace, arise | | | | | | | |
151b | Awake, ye saints, to praise your King | | | | | | | |
152 | Thine earthly Sabbaths, Lord, we love | | | | | | | |
153a | Far from my thoughts, vain world, be gone | | | | | | | |
153b | Great God, our strength, to thee we cry | | | | | | | |
154 | Come, weary souls, with sin distrest | | | | | | | |
155a | Lo! what a rapt'rous joy possest | | | | | | | |
155b | Ho! every one that thirsts, draw nigh | | | | | | | |
156 | Bright Source of everlasting love | | | | | | | |
157a | On thee, each morning, O my God | | | | | | | |
157b | My soul, how lovely is the place | | | | | | | |
158 | O all ye people, shout and sing | | | | | | | |
159a | All power and grace to God belong | | | | | | | |
159b | He lives, the everlasting God | | | | | | | |
160 | When all thy mercies, O my God | | | | | | | |
161 | Eternal Power! almighty God! | | | | | | | |
162 | Come, thou almighty King | | | | | | | |
163a | Glory to God on high! | | | | | | | |
163b | Come, all ye saints of God! | | | | | | | |
164 | How pleasant 'tis to see | | | | | | | |
165a | How pleased and blest was I | | | | | | | |
165b | The Lord Jehovah reigns | | | | | | | |
166 | When God reveal'd his gracious name | | | | | | | |
167 | How did my heart rejoice to hear | | | | | | | |
168 | Thou lovely source of true delight | | | | | | | |
169 | Sing, ye redeemed of the Lord | | | | | | | |
170 | Oh that men their songs would raise | | | | | | | |
171a | Let me dwell on Golgotha | | | | | | | |
171b | Now may fervent prayer arise | | | | | | | |
172 | Praise the Lord! ye heavens adore him | | | | | | | |
173a | Savior, richest source of pleasure | | | | | | | |
173b | Hail, thou once despised Jesus! | | | | | | | |
174 | When the vale of death appears | | | | | | | |
175 | Oh, my soul, what means this sadness? | | | | | | | |
176 | Songs anew of honor framing | | | | | | | |
177a | Lo! he comes, with clouds descending | | | | | | | |
177b | Lo, he comes, the King of glory! | | | | | | | |
178 | How still and peaceful is the grave | | | | | | | |
179a | Beneath our feet and o'er our head | | | | | | | |
179b | Life is a span--a fleeting hour | | | | | | | |
180 | Unvail thy bosom, faithful tomb | | | | | | | |
181 | From his low bed of mortal dust | | | | | | | |
182 | When overwhelmed with grief | | | | | | | |
183a | The pity of the Lord | | | | | | | |
183b | O that I could repent | | | | | | | |
184 | Beneath the pois'nous dart | | | | | | | |
185a | Just o'er the grave I hung | | | | | | | |
185b | Oh, where shall rest be found | | | | | | | |
186 | Let ev'ry creature join | | | | | | | |
187 | Awake, our drowsy souls | | | | | | | |
188 | Hark! the voice of love and mercy | | | | | | | |
189 | See, th'eternal Judge descending | | | | | | | |
190 | Great God, the heavens well ordered frame | | | | | | | |
191 | I love the volumes of thy word | | | | | | | |
192 | Let all the earth their voices raise | | | | | | | |
193 | I'll praise my Maker with my breath | | | | | | | |
194 | Safely through another week | | | | | | | |
195 | Blessed are the sons of God | | | | | | | |
196 | Grace! 'tis a charming sound! | | | | | | | |
197 | Faith--'tis a precious grace | | | | | | | |
198 | Kingdoms wide, that sit in darkness | | | | | | | |
199a | Hark! the voice of love and mercy | | | | | | | |
199b | Hail, thou happy morn so glorious! | | | | | | | |
200 | I'm not ashamed to own my Lord | | | | | | | |
201a | To thee, my Shepherd, and my Lord | | | | | | | |
201b | He, who on earth as man was known | | | | | | | |
202 | When the winter's tempest lowers | | | | | | | |
203a | Ye angels, who stand round the throne | | | | | | | |
203b | To Jesus, the crown of my hope | | | | | | | |
204 | The winter is over and gone | | | | | | | |
205a | Savior, source of every blessing | | | | | | | |
205b | Praise the Lord! ye heaven's, adore him | | | | | | | |
206 | See the leaves around us falling | | | | | | | |
207 | Hear what God, the Lord, hath spoken | | | | | | | |
208 | And must this body die? | BOYLSTON | | | | | | |
209a | And am I born to die? | | | | | | | |
209b | Oh where shall rest be found | | | | | | | |
210 | Happy the man to whom his God | | | | | | | |
211a | O happy man, whose soul is fill'd | | | | | | | |
211b | There is a house not made with hands | | | | | | | |
212 | Come, let us lift our joyful eyes | | | | | | | |
213a | Come, happy souls, approach your God | | | | | | | |
213b | Hark! the glad sound! the Savior comes | | | | | | | |
214 | Come, let us join our cheerful songs | | | | | | | |
215a | Blest Jesus! when my soaring thoughts | | | | | | | |
215b | To thee, my Shepherd, and my Lord | | | | | | | |
216 | O'er the gloomy hills of darkness | | | | | | | |
217a | O'er the realms of pagan darkness | | | | | | | |
217b | Mighty God, while angels bless thee | | | | | | | |
218 | Since all the varying scenes of time | | | | | | | |
219a | When languor and disease invade | | | | | | | |
219b | My God, my Father--blissful name! | | | | | | | |
220 | Peace troubled soul, whose plaintive moan | | | | | | | |
221 | Let all the earth their voices raise | | | | | | | |
222 | See Israel's gentle Shepherd stand | | | | | | | |
223a | In thee, O Lord, I place my trust | | | | | | | |
223b | Let all the just to God with joy | | | | | | | |
224 | Brightest and best of the sons of the morning | | | | | | | |
225 | Hail to the brightness of Zion’s glad morning! | | | | | | | |