# | Text | Tune | | | | | | |
d1 | Again my weekly labors end | | | | | | | |
d2 | Again the kind revolving year | | | | | | | |
d3 | All nature dies, and lives again | | | | | | | |
d4 | All power to save, O Lord, is thine | | | | | | | |
d5 | Almighty God, thy piercing eye | | | | | | | |
d6 | Almighty God, to thee I cry | | | | | | | |
d7 | Amazing love, that stooped so low | | | | | | | |
d8 | And now another day is gone, I'll sing | | | | | | | |
d9 | And now, my soul the circling sun | | | | | | | |
d10 | Angels that high in glory dwell | | | | | | | |
d11 | Author and end of my desires | | | | | | | |
d12 | Awake, my soul, and with the sun | | | | | | | |
d13 | Awake my soul, stretch every nerve | | | | | | | |
d14 | Behold, fond youth, that busy bee | | | | | | | |
d15 | Behold that wise, that perfect law | | | | | | | |
d16 | Behold that wise, that perfect law | | | | | | | |
d17 | Behold the morning sun | | | | | | | |
d18 | Behold, the sin atoning Lamb | | | | | | | |
d19 | Behold, where in a mortal form | | | | | | | |
d20 | Bestow, O [dear] Lord, upon our youth | | | | | | | |
d21 | Children in years and knowledge young | | | | | | | |
d22 | Christ the [our] Lord is [has] risen today, [Alleluia] [Sons of men] | | | | | | | |
d23 | Come children, 'tis Jesus commands | | | | | | | |
d24 | Come, let us all unite to praise | | | | | | | |
d25 | Come, let us join our God [Lord] to praise | | | | | | | |
d26 | Come, let us search our ways [hearts] and try [see] | | | | | | | |
d27 | Come, my companions dear | | | | | | | |
d28 | Come sound his praise [name] abroad, And hymns | | | | | | | |
d29 | Creation groans beneath its curse | | | | | | | |
d30 | Day of judgment, day of wonders | | | | | | | |
d31 | Father divine, thy piercing eye | | | | | | | |
d32 | Father of mercies, in thy [your] word | | | | | | | |
d33 | Father of mercies, show what we | | | | | | | |
d34 | Fountain of blessing [blessings], ever blest | | | | | | | |
d35 | Glory to the eternal King, Clad in majesty | | | | | | | |
d36 | God of my life, thy constant care | | | | | | | |
d37 | God, who in various methods told | | | | | | | |
d38 | Great God, my joyful thanks to thee | | | | | | | |
d39 | Great God, to Thee my voice I raise | | | | | | | |
d40 | Great God, with wonder and with praise | | | | | | | |
d41 | Great Source of good, our youthful lays | | | | | | | |
d42 | Greatest of beings, source of life | | | | | | | |
d43 | Hail, Father, whose creating call | | | | | | | |
d44 | Hail, sacred truth, whose piercing rays | | | | | | | |
d45 | Hail, vernal delights of the ground | | | | | | | |
d46 | Happy beyond description, he who in the paths of piety | | | | | | | |
d47 | Happy Samuel to [his] God | | | | | | | |
d48 | Happy the child, whose youngest [early] [tender] years | | | | | | | |
d49 | Hark, the glad sound, the Savior comes | | | | | | | |
d50 | Hark, the voice of love and mercy | | | | | | | |
d51 | Hast thou beheld the glorious Sun | | | | | | | |
d52 | Haste [Hasten], [O] sinner [sinners] [now] to be wise | | | | | | | |
d53 | Helpless and poor, we, but for you | | | | | | | |
d54 | High in the shining courts above | | | | | | | |
d55 | High let us swell [raise] our tuneful notes | | | | | | | |
d56 | Holy Child of heavenly birth | | | | | | | |
d57 | How cheerful along the gay mead | | | | | | | |
d58 | How foolish they who lengthen night | | | | | | | |
d59 | How happy, Lord, thy children are | | | | | | | |
d60 | How highly favored, Lord, are we | | | | | | | |
d61 | How lost our state by nature is | | | | | | | |
d62 | How precious is the book divine | | | | | | | |
d63 | How shall a young unstable man | | | | | | | |
d64 | How shall the young secure their hearts | | | | | | | |
d65 | How soft the word [words] my [our] Savior speaks | | | | | | | |
d66 | I ask not wealth, nor pomp, nor power | | | | | | | |
d67 | I sing the almighty power of God | | | | | | | |
d68 | Idle boys and men are found | | | | | | | |
d69 | If idly spent, no art or care | | | | | | | |
d70 | In fading grandeur, lo, the trees | | | | | | | |
d71 | In the soft season of thy youth | | | | | | | |
d72 | Infinite power, eternal Lord | | | | | | | |
d73 | Is it a thing of good report | | | | | | | |
d74 | Jesus, and shall it ever be | | | | | | | |
d75 | Let children hear the mighty deeds | | | | | | | |
d76 | Let children proclaim their Savior and King | | | | | | | |
d77 | Let children that would fear the Lord | | | | | | | |
d78 | Let nature to her centre shake | | | | | | | |
d79 | Lo the bright the rosy morning | | | | | | | |
d80 | Lo the young tribes of Adam rise | | | | | | | |
d81 | Lord, how delightful 'tis to see A whole assembly worship thee | | | | | | | |
d82 | Lord, I ascribe it to thy grace, And not to chance, as others do | | | | | | | |
d83 | Lord, I have made thy word my choice | | | | | | | |
d84 | Lord, I would be a child of thine | | | | | | | |
d85 | Lord, should rising whirlwinds tear | | | | | | | |
d86 | Lord, we confess our numerous faults | | | | | | | |
d87 | Lord, when my [our] raptured thought surveys | | | | | | | |
d88 | Maker, Savior, of mankind | | | | | | | |
d89 | Methinks the last great day is come | | | | | | | |
d90 | Mighty God [Lord] while angels bless [praise] thee | | | | | | | |
d91 | My days, my [and] weeks, my [and] months, my [and] years | | | | | | | |
d92 | My glorious Lord to heaven is gone | | | | | | | |
d93 | My God, thy service well demands | | | | | | | |
d94 | My God, who makes [makest] the sun to know | | | | | | | |
d95 | My gracious God, accept my prayer | | | | | | | |
d96 | My son, know thou the Lord | | | | | | | |
d97 | Now let a true [pure] ambition rise | | | | | | | |
d98 | Now let my soul, eternal King | | | | | | | |
d99 | Now let us raise our cheerful strains | | | | | | | |
d100 | O for a thankful heart | | | | | | | |