# | Text | Tune |  |  |  |  |  |  |
a183 | Lo, my Shepherd's hand divine! | | | | | |  | |
a184 | The Lord is my Shepherd, no want shall I know | | | | | |  | |
a185 | My Shepherd is the living Lord | | | | | |  | |
a186 | Father of mercies! God of love! | | | | | |  | |
a187 | Through all the various shifting scene | | | | | |  | |
a188 | To thee, my God! my days are known | | | | | |  | |
a189 | The promises I sing | | | | | |  | |
a190 | The Lord Jehovah, slow to wrath | | | | | |  | |
a191 | Great God, how infinite art thou! | | | | | |  | |
a192 | God of my life! whose gracious power | | | | | |  | |
a193 | Vainly, through night's weary hours | | | | | |  | |
a194 | Lord, thou art good! all nature shows | | | | | |  | |
a195 | Bless, O my soul, the living God | | | | | |  | |
a196 | Father! to thy kind love we owe | | | | | |  | |
a197 | Father and Friend! thy light, thy love | | | | | |  | |
a198 | Great God! in vain man's narrow view | | | | | |  | |
a199 | Great Source of unexhausted good | | | | | |  | |
a200 | If Providence, to try my heart | | | | | |  | |
a201 | Great Ruler of all nature's frame | | | | | |  | |
a202 | God's power directs the rushing wind | | | | | |  | |
a203 | The God who reigns alone | | | | | |  | |
a204 | Through endless years thou art the same | | | | | |  | |
a205 | How gracious and how wise | | | | | |  | |
a206 | Commit thou all thy griefs | | | | | |  | |
a207 | Word of the ever living God! | | | | | |  | |
a208 | Mark the soft-falling snow | | | | | |  | |
a209 | Father of all, in whom alone | | | | | |  | |
a210 | Upon the Gospel's sacred page | | | | | |  | |
a211 | The Spirit breathes upon the word | | | | | |  | |
a212 | Hear, O my people! to my law | | | | | |  | |
a213 | Now to the Lord a noble song! | | | | | |  | |
a214 | Behold, the morning sun | | | | | |  | |
a215 | How shall the young secure their hearts | | | | | |  | |
a216 | Blest are the souls that hear and know | | | | | |  | |
a217 | Imposture shrinks from light | | | | | |  | |
a218 | Lord, I have made thy word my choice | | | | | |  | |
a219 | Let all the heathen writers join | | | | | |  | |
a220 | How precious is the book divine | | | | | |  | |
a221 | The heavens declare thy glory, Lord! | | | | | |  | |
a222 | 'T was by an order from the Lord | | | | | |  | |
a223 | How beauteous are their feet | | | | | |  | |
a224 | Father of mercies! in thy word | | | | | |  | |
a225 | Thy sacred book we would survey | | | | | |  | |
a226 | Watchman! tell us of the night | | | | | |  | |
a227 | Calm on the listening ear of night | | | | | |  | |
a228 | While shepherds watched their flocks by night | | | | | |  | |
a229 | Hark! what celestial sounds | | | | | |  | |
a230 | When in silence, o'er the deep | | | | | |  | |
a231 | Brightest and best of the sons of the morning | | | | | |  | |
a232 | Bright was the guiding star, that led | | | | | |  | |
a233 | Hark, the glad sound! the Saviour comes! | | | | | |  | |
a234 | The race that long in darkness pined | | | | | |  | |
a235 | Joy to the world! the Lord is come! | | | | | |  | |
a236 | Hail to the Lord's anointed! | | | | | |  | |
a237 | John was the prophet of the Lord | | | | | |  | |
a238 | Behold the Prince of Peace! | | | | | |  | |
a239 | In Judah's rugged wilderness | | | | | |  | |
a240 | Come, ye disconsolate, where'er ye languish | | | | | |  | |
a241 | Come, thou long-expected Jesus! | | | | | |  | |
a242 | The Savior comes! no outward pomp | | | | | |  | |
a243 | How sweetly flowed the Gospel's sound | | | | | |  | |
a244 | Let every mortal ear attend | | | | | |  | |
a245 | Come, said Jesus' sacred voice | | | | | |  | |
a246 | Come unto me, all ye who mourn | | | | | |  | |
a247 | Come weary souls with sin distressed | | | | | |  | |
a248 | Come hither, all ye weary souls | | | | | |  | |
a249 | And is the Gospel peace and love? | | | | | |  | |
a250 | Thus said Jesus: Go and do | | | | | |  | |
a251 | Behold the blind their sight receive! | | | | | |  | |
a252 | Awake. our souls! and bless His name | | | | | |  | |
a253 | My dear Redeemer and my Lord | | | | | |  | |
a254 | Thou art the Way; and he who sighs | | | | | |  | |
a255 | Thou art the Way; by thee alone | | | | | |  | |
a256 | Jesus and can it ever be | | | | | |  | |
a257 | As Jesus sought his wandering sheep | | | | | |  | |
a258 | To thee, O God! we homage pay | | | | | |  | |
a259 | Behold, where in a mortal form | | | | | |  | |
a260 | Around Bethesda's healing wave | | | | | |  | |
a261 | When power divine, in mortal form | | | | | |  | |
a262 | Fear was within the tossing bark | | | | | |  | |
a263 | Lord! thou didst arise and say | | | | | |  | |
a264 | "See how he loved!" exclaimed the Jews | | | | | |  | |
a265 | The winds were howling o'er the deep | | | | | |  | |
a266 | O'er the dark wave of Galilee | | | | | |  | |
a267 | Were not the sinful Mary's tears | | | | | |  | |
a268 | Ride on, ride on in majesty! | | | | | |  | |
a269 | From Olivet's sequestered seats | | | | | |  | |
a270 | Why doth my Savior weep | | | | | |  | |
a271 | He knelt,--the Saviour knelt and prayed | | | | | |  | |
a272 | The morning dawns upon the place | | | | | |  | |
a273 | O suffering Friend of human kind! | | | | | |  | |
a274 | Behold the man! how glorious he! | | | | | |  | |
a275 | Go to dark Gethsemane | | | | | |  | |
a276 | Thou, who didst stoop below | | | | | |  | |
a277 | Burden of shame and woe! | | | | | |  | |
a278 | Bound upon the accursed tree | | | | | |  | |
a279 | "Father divine!" the Saviour cried | | | | | |  | |
a280 | " 'Tis finished!" so the Saviour cried | | | | | |  | |
a281 | He dies! the friend of sinners dies! | | | | | |  | |
a282 | It is finished! glorious word | | | | | |  | |