# | Text | Tune | | | | | | |
d101 | Sehr reich und mild ist unser Gott, Lobsingt | | | | | | | |
d102 | Seht wie majest'tisch, m'chtig kommt | | | | | | | |
d103 | Setze dich, mein Geist, ein wenig | | | | | | | |
d104 | Sieh, hier bin ich Ehren-koenig | | | | | | | |
d105 | Sieh', wie lieblich unds wie fein ists | | | | | | | |
d106 | Sons of Adam, join to raise Songs of gratitude and praise | | | | | | | |
d107 | Strike the cymbal, roll the tymbal [timbrel] | | | | | | | |
d108 | The Lord has through the astonished world | | | | | | | |
d109 | The Lord is risen indeed, Hallelujah | | | | | | | |
d110 | This life's a dream, an empty show | | | | | | | |
d111 | Thou Child divine, Immanuel, Welcome | | | | | | | |
d112 | To Zion's hill I lift my [mine] eyes | | | | | | | |
d113 | Verwirf, o Herr, mein Flehen nicht | | | | | | | |
d114 | Was ist das Leben dieser Zeit | | | | | | | |
d115 | Welcome, sweet day of rest | | | | | | | |
d116 | Wenn das Morgenlicht, mit seinem holden Glanz | | | | | | | |
d117 | Wenn ich entbunden von der Erd' | | | | | | | |
d118 | Wer sich duenken l'sst, er stehe | | | | | | | |
d119 | What though worldly friends may frown | | | | | | | |
d120 | When I can read my title clear | | | | | | | |
d121 | While shepherds watch [watched] their flocks by night | | | | | | | |
d122 | While with ceaseless [careless] course the sun | | | | | | | |
d123 | Wohl auf, mein Herze, sei getrost | | | | | | | |
d124 | Ye boundless realms of joy | | | | | | | |
[This hymnal is not yet complete - may be missing texts or tunes]