# | Text | Tune | | | | | | |
5 | Triumphant Zion, Lift thy head | | | | | | | |
6 | Before the heavens were spread abroad | | | | | | | |
6b | Come, gracious Spirit, heavenly Dove | | | | | | | |
7 | As when a weary trav'ler gains | | | | | | | |
8 | When gath'ring clouds around I view | | | | | | | |
9 | Jesus, my all, to heaven is gone | | | | | | | |
9b | When we, our wearied limbs to rest | | | | | | | |
10 | From all that dwell below the skies | | | | | | | |
11 | Another six days' work is done | | | | | | | |
11b | Sweet is the work, my God! my King! | | | | | | | |
12 | Farewell, farewell, to all below | | | | | | | |
13 | Oh, happy day, that stays my choice | | | | | | | |
13b | Sweet peace of conscience, heavenly guest | | | | | | | |
14 | The Lord proclaims his power aloud | | | | | | | |
14b | Glory to thee, my God, this night | | | | | | | |
15 | Return, O wanderer! now return | | | | | | | |
15b | This day the Lord hath called his own | | | | | | | |
16 | My spirit looks to God alone | | | | | | | |
16b | What sinners value I resign | | | | | | | |
17 | Oh, happy day, that stays my choice | | | | | | | |
17b | Jesus, engrave it on my heart | | | | | | | |
18 | He who hath made his refuge God | | | | | | | |
18b | This life's a dream,--an empty show | | | | | | | |
19 | Awake, my soul, in joyful lays | | | | | | | |
20 | Awake, my soul, and with the sun | | | | | | | |
20b | Ye Christian heralds, go, proclaim | | | | | | | |
21 | Soon may the last glad song arise | | | | | | | |
22 | With one consent let all the earth | | | | | | | |
22b | Up to the Lord, who reigns on high | | | | | | | |
23 | hark! how the choral song of heaven | | | | | | | |
23b | Awake, my soul, in joyful lays | | | | | | | |
24 | I lay my body down to rest | | | | | | | |
24b | Asleep in Jesus! blessed sleep! | | | | | | | |
25 | Come, Christian brethren, ere we part | | | | | | | |
25b | Awake, my soul, in joyful lays | | | | | | | |
26 | The flow'ry spring, at God's command | | | | | | | |
26b | Oh, come, loud anthens let us sing | | | | | | | |
27 | Come, gracious Spirit, heavenly Dove | | | | | | | |
27b | Stand up, my soul, shake off thy fears | | | | | | | |
28 | From all that dwell below the skies | | | | | | | |
28b | Shall the vile race of flesh and blood | | | | | | | |
28c | Jesus, where'er thy people meet | | | | | | | |
29 | Thus far the Lord hath led me on | | | | | | | |
29b | My God, and is thy table spread | | | | | | | |
30 | Happy the meek, whose gentle breast | | | | | | | |
30b | Daughters of Zion, come, behold | | | | | | | |
31 | Stay, thou insulted Spirit, stay | | | | | | | |
31b | Jesus shall reign where'er the sun | | | | | | | |
32 | Lord, thou wilt hear me when I pray | | | | | | | |
32b | Lift up to God the voice of praise | | | | | | | |
32c | Joy to the world, the Lord is come | | | | | | | |
33 | Approach, my soul, the mercy-seat | | | | | | | |
34 | Salvation! oh, the joyful sound! | | | | | | | |
35 | While beauty clothes the fertile vale | | | | | | | |
35b | When any turn from Sion's way | | | | | | | |
36 | My grateful soul, forever praise | | | | | | | |
36b | Come, trembling sinner, in whose breast | | | | | | | |
37 | How are thy servants bless'd, O Lord! | | | | | | | |
37b | I know that my Redeemer lives | | | | | | | |
38 | When thee I seek, protecting Power! | | | | | | | |
38b | What glory gilds the sacred page | | | | | | | |
39 | Sing to the Lord a new-made song | | | | | | | |
40 | How pleasant thus to dwell below | | | | | | | |
41 | There is a land of pure delight, Where saints immortal reign | | | | | | | |
42 | Why do we mourn departing friends | | | | | | | |
42b | Awake my soul, stretch ev'ry nerve | | | | | | | |
43 | What shall I render to my God | | | | | | | |
44 | All hail the power of Jesus' name! | CORONATION | | | | | | |
44b | Oh, could our thoughts and wishes fly | | | | | | | |
45 | Sweet was the time when first I felt | | | | | | | |
45b | Jesus, this midday hour of prayer | | | | | | | |
46 | When, rising from the bed of death | | | | | | | |
46b | To God address the joyful psalm | | | | | | | |
47 | Hear what the voice from heaven declares | | | | | | | |
47b | Father, whate'er of earthly bliss | | | | | | | |
48 | There is a fountain fill'd with blood | | | | | | | |
48b | How vain are all things here below! | | | | | | | |
49 | When all thy mercies, O my God | | | | | | | |
49b | Father of mercies, in thy word | | | | | | | |
50 | The Saviour calls: let ev'ry ear | | | | | | | |
50b | Oh, happy is the man who hears | | | | | | | |
51 | Lord, hear the voice of my complaint | | | | | | | |
51b | How sweet the name of Jesus sounds | | | | | | | |
52 | On Jordan's stormy banks I stand | | | | | | | |
52b | Once more, my soul, the rising day | | | | | | | |
53 | When I can read my title clear | | | | | | | |
53b | Come, Holy Spirit, heavenly Dove | | | | | | | |
54 | Oh for a closer walk with God | | | | | | | |
55 | Awake, my soul, to sound his praise | | | | | | | |
55b | Lord, in the morning thou shalt hear | | | | | | | |
56 | O thou who driest the mourner's tear | | | | | | | |
56b | Let all the lands, with shouts of joy | | | | | | | |
56c | Father, whate'er of earthly bliss | | | | | | | |
57 | How oft, alas! this wretched heart | | | | | | | |
57b | We'll stand the storm, it won't be long | | | | | | | |
58 | Early, my God, without delay | | | | | | | |
59b | Thy goodness, Lord, our souls confess | | | | | | | |
60 | I'm not ashamed to own my Lord | | | | | | | |
60b | When I can read my title clear | | | | | | | |
61 | In all my Lord's appointed ways | | | | | | | |