# | Text | Tune | | | | | | |
T2 | Be all my heart, and all my days | | | | | | | |
T3 | From every balmy wind that blows | | | | | | | |
T4 | Thy praise, O God, shall tune the lyre | | | | | | | |
T5 | Wake, O my soul, and hail the morn | | | | | | | |
T6 | O come, loud anthems let us sing | | | | | | | |
T7 | Thus far the Lord hath led me on | | | | | | | |
T8 | The heav'ns declare thy glory, Lord | | | | | | | |
T9 | Life is the time to serve the Lord | | | | | | | |
T10 | There is a stream whose gentle flow | | | | | | | |
T11 | Thou great instructor, lest I stray | | | | | | | |
T12 | Lord, when thou didst ascend on high | | | | | | | |
T13 | Broad is the road that leads to death | | | | | | | |
T14 | Kingdoms and thrones to God belong | | | | | | | |
T15 | O when the hours of life are past | | | | | | | |
T16 | Sweet was the time when first I felt | | | | | | | |
T17 | Let not despair nor fell revenge | | | | | | | |
T18 | Come let us join our cheerful songs | | | | | | | |
T19 | Early, my God, without delay | | | | | | | |
T20 | Spirit of peace! celestial Dove! | | | | | | | |
T21 | All hail the great Immaneul's name1 | | | | | | | |
T22 | This is the day the Lord hath made | | | | | | | |
T23 | Father, whate'er of earthly bliss | | | | | | | |
T24 | There is an hour of peaceful rest | | | | | | | |
T25 | O Thou, to whom all creatures bow | | | | | | | |
T26 | Sing, all ye ransomed of the Lord | | | | | | | |
T27 | I'll bless the Lord from day to day | | | | | | | |
T28 | Now let Jehovah be ador'd | | | | | | | |
T29 | O 'twas a joyful sound to hear | | | | | | | |
T30 | Let all the lands with shouts of joy | | | | | | | |
T31 | I love to steal awhile away | WOODSTOCK | | | | | | |
T32 | O happy is the man who hears | | | | | | | |
T33 | Thou art my portion, O my God | | | | | | | |
T34 | Sing to the Lord a new-made song | | | | | | | |
T35 | Once more my soul, the rising day | | | | | | | |
T36 | With joy we meditate the grace | | | | | | | |
T37 | My soul repeat his praise | | | | | | | |
T38 | Come we that love the Lord | | | | | | | |
T39 | Great is the Lord our God | | | | | | | |
T40 | How perfect is thy word | | | | | | | |
T41 | Our days are as the grass | | | | | | | |
T42 | Your harps, ye trembling saints | | | | | | | |
T43 | Welcome sweet day of rest | | | | | | | |
T44 | To bless thy chosen race | | | | | | | |
T45 | My soul, be on thy guard | | | | | | | |
T46 | Lord of the worlds above | | | | | | | |
T47 | Welcome delightful morn | | | | | | | |
T48 | Ye tribes of Adam, join | | | | | | | |
T49 | There is a calm for those who weep | | | | | | | |
T50 | Lo! the Lord Jehovah liveth! | | | | | | | |
T51 | Praise to God! immortal praise! | | | | | | | |
T52 | To thy pastures, fair and large | | | | | | | |
T53 | Smitten, stricken, and afflicted | | | | | | | |
T54 | Come, said Jesus' sacred voice | | | | | | | |
T55 | To thy pastures, fair and large | | | | | | | |
T56 | From Greenland's icy mountains | | | | | | | |
T57 | To Thee, O blessed Saviuor | | | | | | | |
T58 | The morning light is breaking | | | | | | | |
T59 | Rise, my soul, and stretch thy wings | | | | | | | |
T60 | Rock of Ages, cleft for me | | | | | | | |
T61 | Sister, thou wast mild and lovely | | | | | | | |
T62 | Lord, dismiss us with thy blessing | | | | | | | |
T63 | Holy Saviour thou hast told us | | | | | | | |
T64 | Far from mortal cares retreating | | | | | | | |
T65 | O turn ye, O turn ye, for why will ye die? | | | | | | | |
T66 | The Lord is our Shepherd, our Guardian and Guide | | | | | | | |
T67 | Guide us, O thou great Jehovah | | | | | | | |
T68 | Hear, O sinner! mercy hails you | | | | | | | |
T69 | On the mountain's top appearing | | | | | | | |
T70 | Come on, my partners in distress | | | | | | | |
T71 | O thou that hear'st the prayer of faith | | | | | | | |
T72 | Begin, my soul, the exalted lay | | | | | | | |
T73 | Come, thou fount of ev'ry blessing | | | | | | | |
T74 | We love thy holy temple, Lord | | | | | | | |
T75 | My faith looks up to thee | | | | | | | |
T76 | Farewell, farewell to all below | | | | | | | |
T77 | Friend after friend departs | | | | | | | |
T79 | My country! 'tis of thee | | | | | | | |
T80 | While with ceaseless course the sun | | | | | | | |
T81 | Hail to the brightness of Zion's glad morning! | | | | | | | |
T82 | How long, dear Saviour, O, how long | | | | | | | |
T83 | What heavenly music do I hear | | | | | | | |
T84 | Acquaint thyself quickly, O sinner, with God | | | | | | | |
T85 | Rouse ye at the Saviour's call! | | | | | | | |