# | Text | Tune | | | | | | |
101 | O thou, whose providential grace | | | | | | | |
102 | How highly favoured, Lord, are we | | | | | | | |
103 | Come, let us join our God to praise | | | | | | | |
104 | Whene'er I take my walks abroad | | | | | | | |
105 | Fountain of blessing! ever bless'd | | | | | | | |
106 | What are all earthly blessings, Lord | | | | | | | |
107 | Oh thou, whose tender mercy hears | | | | | | | |
108 | All power to save, oh Lord, is thine | | | | | | | |
109 | Let nature to her centre shake | | | | | | | |
110 | Maker, Saviour of mankind | | | | | | | |
111 | Lord, I would be a child of thine | | | | | | | |
112 | Holy child of heavenly birth | | | | | | | |
113 | Jesus! and shall it ever be | | | | | | | |
114 | Behold, where, in a mortal form | | | | | | | |
115 | Come, let us search our ways and try | | | | | | | |
116 | My gracious God! accept my prayer | | | | | | | |
117 | Holy child of heavenly birth | | | | | | | |
118 | Let children that would fear the Lord | | | | | | | |
119 | How shall a young unstable man | | | | | | | |
120 | Author and end of my desires | | | | | | | |
121 | Almighty God, thy piercing eye | | | | | | | |
122 | When, dear Lord, ah tell us when | | | | | | | |
123 | Why should our parents call us good | | | | | | | |
124 | Why should our garments, made to hide | | | | | | | |
125 | Is it a thing of good report | | | | | | | |
126 | Creation groans beneath its curse | | | | | | | |
127 | To good averse, and prone to ill | | | | | | | |
128 | Thou shalt not steal thy neighbour's right | | | | | | | |
129 | The liar who the truth denies | | | | | | | |
130 | Happy the well instructred youth | | | | | | | |
131 | Angels, that high in glory dwell | | | | | | | |
132 | Idle boys and men are found | | | | | | | |
133 | Behold, fond youth, that busy bee | | | | | | | |
134 | Awake, my soul, stretch every nerve | | | | | | | |
135 | If idly spent, no art or care | | | | | | | |
136 | How foolish they who lengthen night | | | | | | | |
137 | Sleep by night and cares by day | | | | | | | |
138 | When morning comes, the birds arise | | | | | | | |
139 | My God who makes the sun to know | | | | | | | |
140 | Awake, my soul, and with the sun | | | | | | | |
141 | Thrice happy they, who born from heaven | | | | | | | |
142 | And now, my soul, the circling sun | | | | | | | |
143 | And now another day is gone | | | | | | | |
144 | This is the day when Christ arose | | | | | | | |
145 | Again my weekly labors end | | | | | | | |
146 | Thine earthly Sabbath, Lord, we love | | | | | | | |
147 | Lord, how delightful 'tis to see | | | | | | | |
148 | High in the shining courts above | | | | | | | |
149 | Father divine! thy piercing eye | | | | | | | |
150 | My God, thy service well demands | | | | | | | |
151 | See the leaves around us falling | | | | | | | |
152 | The short lived day declines in haste | | | | | | | |
153 | 'Tis but a short uncertain space | | | | | | | |
154 | When blooming youth is snatch'd away | | | | | | | |
155 | What scenes of horror and of dread | | | | | | | |
156 | When life's tempestuous storms are o'er | | | | | | | |
157 | All nature dies, and lives again | | | | | | | |
158 | In fading grandeur, lo! the trees | | | | | | | |
159 | That solemn day will soon arrive | | | | | | | |
160 | Methinks the last great day is come | | | | | | | |
161 | Day of judgment, day of wonders! | | | | | | | |
162 | Oh world of bliss! could mortal eyes | | | | | | | |
163 | High let us swell our tuneful notes | | | | | | | |
164 | My days, and weeks, and months, and years | | | | | | | |
165 | God of my life, thy constant care | | | | | | | |
166 | Christ the Lord, is risen to day | | | | | | | |
167 | This day be grateful homage paid | | | | | | | |
168 | Great source of good! our youthful lays | | | | | | | |
169 | Helpless and poor, we, but for you | | | | | | | |
170 | On this auspicious happy day | | | | | | | |
171 | Again the kind revolving year | | | | | | | |
172 | From all that dwell below the skies | | | | | | | |
173 | Once more before we part | | | | | | | |
174 | Praise God from whom all blessings flow | | | | | | | |