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1 | My God was with me all the night | | | | | | | |
2 | The veil of night is now withdrawn | | | | | | | |
3 | Awake, my soul, to meet the day | | | | | | | |
4 | Awake, my soul, and with the sun | | | | | | | |
5 | Once more, my soul, the rising day | | | | | | | |
6 | This morning let my praise arise | | | | | | | |
7 | God of the morning, at whose voice | | | | | | | |
8 | My God, how endless is thy love! | | | | | | | |
9 | The day is past and gone | | | | | | | |
10 | Now, from the altar of our hearts | | | | | | | |
11 | O Lord, another day is flown | | | | | | | |
12 | Glory to thee, my God, this night | | | | | | | |
13 | Dread Sovereign, let my evening song | | | | | | | |
14 | When all thy mercies, O my God | | | | | | | |
15 | Eternal God! Almighty Cause | | | | | | | |
16 | Thou art, O God! a spirit pure | | | | | | | |
17 | Rise, rise, my soul, and leave the ground | | | | | | | |
18 | How wondrous great, how glorious bright | | | | | | | |
19 | Bless'd be the Father and his love | | | | | | | |
20 | What is our God, and what his name | | | | | | | |
21 | Thy names, how infinite they be! | | | | | | | |
22 | Eternal power! whose high abode | | | | | | | |
23 | When first the God of boundless grace | | | | | | | |
24 | Look up, ye saints, direct your eyes | | | | | | | |
25 | Ye Sons of Men, with joy record | | | | | | | |
26 | Adam, our father and our head | | | | | | | |
27 | Arise, my tenderest thoughts, arise | | | | | | | |
28 | Deceiv'd by subtle snares of hell | | | | | | | |
29a | I hate the tempter and his charms | | | | | | | |
29b | What mortal pow'r, from things unclean | | | | | | | |
30 | Mortals, awake! with angels join | | | | | | | |
31 | Hark, the herald angels sing | | | | | | | |
32 | Awake, awake the sacred song | | | | | | | |
33 | Hark, the melodious, heavenly song | | | | | | | |
34 | My dear Redeemer and my Lord! | | | | | | | |
35 | Ye that pass by, behold the man | | | | | | | |
36 | Yonder--amazing sight!--I see | | | | | | | |
37a | Like sheep we went astray | | | | | | | |
37b | Deep in our hearts let us record | | | | | | | |
38 | Alas! and did my Saviour bleed! | | | | | | | |
39 | Hearts of stone, relent, relent | | | | | | | |
40 | Jesus, lover of my soul | | | | | | | |
41 | Up, haste to Calvary | | | | | | | |
42 | To Him, who, on the fatal tree | | | | | | | |
43 | "'Tis finish'd!" so the Saviour cried | | | | | | | |
44 | Christ, the Lord, is ris'en to-day | | | | | | | |
45 | Ye humble souls, that seek the Lord | | | | | | | |
46 | Bless'd morning, whose young dawning rays | | | | | | | |
47 | Angels! roll the rock away! | | | | | | | |
48 | Lord, when thou didst ascend on high | | | | | | | |
49 | This spacious earth is all the Lord's | | | | | | | |
50 | Our Lord is risen from the dead | | | | | | | |
51 | Come tune, ye saints, your noblest strains | | | | | | | |
52 | Now let us raise our cheerful strains | | | | | | | |
53 | He lives, the great Redeemer lives | | | | | | | |
54 | The mighty frame of glorious grace | | | | | | | |
55 | Infinite excellence is thine | | | | | | | |
56 | To Christ, the Lord, let ev'ry tongue | | | | | | | |
57 | There is a fountain fill'd with blood | | | | | | | |
58 | How sweet the name of Jesus sounds | | | | | | | |
59 | Poor, weak, and worthless though I am | | | | | | | |
60 | I've found the pearl of greatest price | | | | | | | |
61 | The wond'ring world inquires to know | | | | | | | |
62 | Of him who did salvation bring | | | | | | | |
63 | Jesus! and shall it ever be | | | | | | | |
64 | Ye mourning souls, dry up your tears | | | | | | | |
65 | Jesus, my Lord, my soul's delight | | | | | | | |
66 | Jesus, engrave it on my heart | | | | | | | |
67 | Great God of wonders, all thy ways | | | | | | | |
68 | Infinite grace! and can it be | | | | | | | |
69 | Self-righteous souls on works rely | | | | | | | |
70 | Hail, my ever blessed Jesus | | | | | | | |
71 | Grace! 'tis a charming sound | | | | | | | |
72 | To him that chose us first | | | | | | | |
73 | Come, dearest Lord, and bless this day | | | | | | | |
74 | Come, let us join, with sweet accord | | | | | | | |
75 | Lord, in the morning thou shalt hear | | | | | | | |
76 | Welcome sweet day of rest | | | | | | | |
77 | This is the day the Lord hath made | | | | | | | |
78 | The hour of prayer once more is come | | | | | | | |
79 | Prayer was appointed to convey | | | | | | | |
80 | What various hindrances we meet | | | | | | | |
81 | Go, missionaries, and proclaim | | | | | | | |
82 | Proud Babylon yet waits her doom | | | | | | | |
83 | To distant lands thy gospel send | | | | | | | |
84 | Lord, where we cast our eyes abroad | | | | | | | |
85 | O thou great source of light and love | | | | | | | |
86 | Jesus, thy blood and righteousness | | | | | | | |
87 | Awake, my heart, arise, my tongue | | | | | | | |
88 | High on a throne my Lord doth sit | | | | | | | |
89 | A form of words, though e'er so sound | | | | | | | |
90 | Jesus, dear name, how sweet it sounds | | | | | | | |
91 | Buried in shadows of the night | | | | | | | |
92 | Believers own they are but blind | | | | | | | |
93 | When Jesus dwelt in mortal clay | | | | | | | |
94 | The Lord who rules the world's affairs | | | | | | | |
95 | O Jesus! to tell of thy love | | | | | | | |
96 | Remember us, we pray thee, Lord | | | | | | | |
97 | With heavenly power, O Lord, defend | | | | | | | |
98 | Would you win a soul to God? | | | | | | | |