# | Text | Tune | | | | | | |
244 | When God restor'd our captive state | | | | | | | |
245a | When God reveal'd his gracious name | | | | | | | |
245b | If God succeed not, all the cost | | | | | | | |
246a | If God to build the house deny | | | | | | | |
246b | O happy man, whose soul is fill'd | | | | | | | |
247 | Up from my youth, may Israel say | | | | | | | |
248 | Out of the deeps of long distress | | | | | | | |
249a | From deep distress and troubled thoughts | | | | | | | |
249b | Is there ambition in my heart? | | | | | | | |
250 | Where shall we go to seek and find | | | | | | | |
251 | No sleep nor slumber to his eyes | | | | | | | |
252a | Lo, what an entertaining sight | | | | | | | |
252b | Blest are the sons of peace | | | | | | | |
253a | How pleasant 'tis to see | | | | | | | |
253b | Ye that obey th' immortal King | | | | | | | |
254a | Praise ye the Lord, exalt his name | | | | | | | |
254b | Great is the Lord, exalted high | | | | | | | |
255 | Awake, ye saints: To praise your King | | | | | | | |
256 | Give thanks to God, the sovereign Lord | | | | | | | |
257 | Give thanks to God most high | | | | | | | |
259 | Give to our God immortal praise | | | | | | | |
260 | Along the banks where Babel's current flows | | | | | | | |
261 | With all my powers of heart and tongue | | | | | | | |
262 | Lord, thou hast search'd and seen me thro' | | | | | | | |
263 | 'Twas from thy hand, my God, I came | | | | | | | |
264 | My God, what inward grief I feel | | | | | | | |
265 | In all my vast concerns with thee | | | | | | | |
266a | When I with pleasing wonder stand | | | | | | | |
266b | Lord, when I count thy mercies o'er | | | | | | | |
267a | Protect us, Lord, from fatal harm | | | | | | | |
267b | My God, accept my early vows | | | | | | | |
268 | To God I made my sorrows known | | | | | | | |
269 | My righteous Judge, my gracious God | | | | | | | |
270a | Forever blessed be the Lord | | | | | | | |
270b | Lord, what is man, poor feeble man | | | | | | | |
271a | Happy the city, where their sons | | | | | | | |
271b | My God, my King, thy various praise | | | | | | | |
272 | Long as I live I'll bless thy name | | | | | | | |
273a | Sweet is the memory of thy grace | | | | | | | |
273b | Let every tongue thy goodness speak | | | | | | | |
274 | Praise ye the Lord, my heart shall join | | | | | | | |
275 | I'll praise my Maker with my breath | | | | | | | |
276 | Praise ye the Lord; 'tis good to raise | | | | | | | |
277 | Let Zion praise the mighty God | | | | | | | |
278a | With songs and honours sounding loud | | | | | | | |
278b | Ye tribes of Adam, join | | | | | | | |
281 | Loud hallelujahs to the Lord | | | | | | | |
282 | Let every creature join | | | | | | | |
284 | All ye that love the Lord, rejoice | | | | | | | |
285a | In God's own house pronounce his praise | | | | | | | |
285b | To God the Father, God the Son | | | | | | | |
285c | Let God the Father, and the Son | | | | | | | |
286a | The God of mercy be adored | | | | | | | |
286b | Ye angels round the throne | | | | | | | |
286c | Now to the great and sacred three | | | | | | | |
286d | To God the Father's throne | | | | | | | |
I | Behold the glories of the Lamb | | | | | | | |
II | Behold, the grace appears! | | | | | | | |
III | Naked as from the earth we came | | | | | | | |
IV | Let every mortal ear attend | | | | | | | |
V | How beauteous are their feet | | | | | | | |
VI | Who shall the Lord's elect condemn | | | | | | | |
VII | Oh, let me hear my Saviour say | | | | | | | |
VIII | Hosanna to the royal Son | | | | | | | |
IX | Blest be the everlasting God | | | | | | | |
X | Behold, what wondrous grace | | | | | | | |
XI | Jehovah speaks — let Israel hear! | | | | | | | |
XII | Ye sons of Adam, vain and young | | | | | | | |
XIII | Now in the heat of youthful blood | | | | | | | |
XIV | Vain are the hopes, the sons of men | | | | | | | |
XV | Not all the outward forms on earth | | | | | | | |
XVI | Nor eye hath seen nor ear hath heard | | | | | | | |
XVII | Deceiv'd by subtle snares of hell | | | | | | | |
XVIII | Lord, how secure my conscience lay | | | | | | | |
XIX | Thus saith the first, the great, command | | | | | | | |
XX | The potter moulds the pliant clay | | | | | | | |
XXI | The law by Moses came | | | | | | | |
XXII | Christ and his cross are all our theme | | | | | | | |
XXIII | Thus saith the mercy of the Lord | | | | | | | |
XXIV | With joy we meditate the grace | | | | | | | |
XXV | Saints, at your heavenly Father's word | | | | | | | |
XXVI | Behold how sinners disagree | | | | | | | |
XXVII | So let our lips and lives express | | | | | | | |
XXVIII | Let Pharisees of high esteem | | | | | | | |
XXIX | Had I the tongues of Greeks and Jews | | | | | | | |
XXX | My thoughts on awful subjects roll | | | | | | | |
XXXI | Why should we mourn departing friends | | | | | | | |
XXXII | Once more, my soul, the rising day | | | | | | | |
XXXIII | Dread Sovereign, let my evening song | | | | | | | |
XXXIV | Welcome, sweet day of rest | | | | | | | |
XXXV | Stoop down, my thoughts, which use to rise | | | | | | | |
XXXVI | How short and hasty is our life | | | | | | | |
XXXVII | Come, holy Spirit, heavenly Dove | | | | | | | |
XXXVIII | The great Redeemer's gone | | | | | | | |
XXXIX | With holy fear, and humble song | | | | | | | |
XL | How vain are all things here below! | | | | | | | |
XLI | Time, what an empty vapour 'tis! | | | | | | | |
XLII | Sing to the Lord ye heavenly hosts | | | | | | | |
XLIII | Hark from the tombs, a doleful sound | | | | | | | |
XLIV | Blest morning, whose young, dawning rays | | | | | | | |