# | Text | Tune | | | | | | |
d101 | O praise God in his holiness | | | | | | | |
d102 | O praise the Lord in that blest place, From whence his goodness largely flows | | | | | | | |
d103 | O praise ye the Lord, Prepare your glad voice | | | | | | | |
d104 | O that the Lord would guide my [our] ways | | | | | | | |
d105 | O the sharp pangs of smarting pain | | | | | | | |
d106 | O Thou from whom all goodness flows | | | | | | | |
d107 | O Thou, that hearest the prayer of faith | | | | | | | |
d108 | O thou who hearest when sinners cry | | | | | | | |
d109 | O turn ye [you] poor sinners, for why will ye [you] die | | | | | | | |
d110 | O 'twas a joyful sound to hear Our tribes devoutly say | | | | | | | |
d111 | On God the race of man depends Far as the earth's remotest ends | | | | | | | |
d112 | Once more, my soul, the rising day salutes thy waking eyes | | | | | | | |
d113 | Peace, troubled soul, whose [thy] plaintive moan | | | | | | | |
d114 | Pleasing spring again is here, Trees and fields | | | | | | | |
d115 | Praise ye the Lord, my heart shall join in work so pleasant | | | | | | | |
d116 | Raise your triumphant songs | | | | | | | |
d117 | Rise, my soul, and stretch thy wings | | | | | | | |
d118 | Shall the vile race of flesh and blood | | | | | | | |
d119 | Shall wisdom cry aloud | | | | | | | |
d120 | Sing how eternal love, its chief beloved chose | | | | | | | |
d121 | Sing to the Lord, ye [you] distant lands | | | | | | | |
d122 | Soon as I heard my Father say | | | | | | | |
d123 | Stand up, my soul [our souls], shake off thy [your] fears | | | | | | | |
d124 | Sweet is the work, my [O] [our] God, [and] [my] [our] King | | | | | | | |
d125 | That awful day will surely come | | | | | | | |
d126 | The heavens declare thy glory, Lord, in every star | | | | | | | |
d127 | The Lord Jehovah reigns, And [His] royal state maintains | | | | | | | |
d128 | The Lord my Shepherd is, I shall be well supplied | | | | | | | |
d129 | The Lord, the Judge, before his throne | | | | | | | |
d130 | The Lord, the sovereign, sends his summons forth | | | | | | | |
d131 | The voice of free grace cries escape | | | | | | | |
d132 | There is a God who [that] reigns above | | | | | | | |
d133 | There is a land of pure delight, Where saints immortal reign | | | | | | | |
d134 | Thrice happy man [name] who fears the Lord | | | | | | | |
d135 | 'Twas on that [a] dark, that [and] doleful [awful] [dreary] night [day] | | | | | | | |
d136 | Unshaken as the sacred hill [hills] and fixed as mountains stand | | | | | | | |
d137 | Wake [wake], isles of the south | | | | | | | |
d138 | When God revealed his gracious name | | | | | | | |
d139 | When I can read my title clear | | | | | | | |
d140 | When I survey the wondrous cross | | | | | | | |
d141 | When overwhelmed with grief | | | | | | | |
d142 | When rising from the bed of death | | | | | | | |
d143 | When, streaming from the eastern [eternal] skies | | | | | | | |
d144 | While thee I [we] seek, protecting power | | | | | | | |
d145 | While with ceaseless [careless] course the sun | | | | | | | |
d146 | Why should the children of a King | | | | | | | |
d147 | With all my [our] [the] power [powers] of heart and tongue | | | | | | | |
d148 | Ye [You] servants of God [Christ] your Master proclaim | | | | | | | |
d149 | Yes, we trust the day is breaking | | | | | | | |
d150 | Youth, when devoted to the Lord | | | | | | | |