# | Text | Tune | | | | | | |
138 | Mine eyes and my desire [desires] | | | | | | | |
138b | Come, ye [you] [we] that [who] love the Lord [Christ], And let your [our] joys | | | | | | | |
139 | The pity of the Lord | | | | | | | |
139b | The swift declining day | | | | | | | |
140 | My Father's house [home] on high, home of my soul | | | | | | | |
140b | When sorrows round us roll | | | | | | | |
141 | How charming is the place | | | | | | | |
141b | The Lord my Shepherd is, I shall be well supplied | | | | | | | |
142 | My God, permit my tongue this joy, to call thee mine | | | | | | | |
142b | How gentle God's commands | | | | | | | |
142c | Exalt the Lord, our God | | | | | | | |
143 | How beauteous are their [his] feet | | | | | | | |
143b | O Lord, our heavenly King, Thy name is all | | | | | | | |
144 | O God of sovereign grace | | | | | | | |
144b | I love thy kingdom, Lord | | | | | | | |
145 | Jesus, I come to thee, A sinner doomed to die | | | | | | | |
145b | The Lord is risen indeed | | | | | | | |
146 | Come, Holy Spirit, come | | | | | | | |
146b | My son, know thou the Lord | | | | | | | |
146c | Come, Holy Spirit, come, With energy divine | | | | | | | |
147 | Blest are the sons of peace | | | | | | | |
147b | O bless the Lord, my soul | | | | | | | |
148 | My soul, repeat his praise | | | | | | | |
149 | To bless thy chosen race, in mercy, Lord, incline | | | | | | | |
149b | Behold the throne of grace | | | | | | | |
150 | Blest be the tie that binds our hearts in Christian love | | | | | | | |
150b | My God, permit my tongue | | | | | | | |
151 | Welcome, sweet day of rest | | | | | | | |
151b | O Lord, thy work revive, In Zion's gloomy hour | | | | | | | |
152 | While my Redeemer's near | | | | | | | |
152b | How sweet the melting lay | | | | | | | |
153 | O blessed souls are they | | | | | | | |
153b | Is this the kind return | | | | | | | |
154 | Come to the house of prayer, O thou afflicted | | | | | | | |
154b | How gentle God's commands | | | | | | | |
154c | To God the only wise, our Savior and our King | | | | | | | |
155 | If, on a [the] quiet sea Toward [Towards] heaven | | | | | | | |
156 | Oh blessed souls are they | | | | | | | |
156b | Now let our voices join | | | | | | | |
157 | Oh blessed souls are they | | | | | | | |
158 | O where shall rest be found | | | | | | | |
158b | Oh, cease, my wandering soul | | | | | | | |
159 | Yes, God himself hath sworn | | | | | | | |
159b | How sweet to bless the Lord | | | | | | | |
160 | Blest are the sons of peace | | | | | | | |
160b | Ye trembling captives, hear The gospel trumpet sounds | | | | | | | |
161 | Did Christ o'er sinners weep? | | | | | | | |
161b | Awake, and sing the song of Moses and the Lamb | | | | | | | |
162 | While my Redeemer's near | | | | | | | |
162b | I love Thy kingdom, Lord | | | | | | | |
163 | The day is past and gone, the evening shades appear | | | | | | | |
163b | Now is the day of grace | | | | | | | |
164 | Come sound his praise [name] abroad, And hymns | | | | | | | |
164b | Your harps, ye [you] trembling [mourning] [tearful], saints | | | | | | | |
165 | Yes, the Redeemer rose [lives]; The Savior left the dead | | | | | | | |
166 | O Zion, tune thy voice And raise thy hands on high | | | | | | | |
166b | Lord of the worlds above, How pleasant and how fair | | | | | | | |
167 | O Zion, tune thy voice | | | | | | | |
167b | Ye boundless realms of joy | | | | | | | |
168 | Lord of the worlds above | | | | | | | |
168b | God is gone up on high, with a triumphant noise | | | | | | | |
169 | Hail, everlasting Spring | | | | | | | |
170 | Descend, celestial Dove | | | | | | | |
170b | Upward I lift mine [my] eyes | | | | | | | |
171 | Ye dying sons of men | | | | | | | |
172 | Give thanks to God most high | | | | | | | |
173 | Ye dying sons of men | | | | | | | |
173b | Welcome, delightful morn, Thou [Sweet] day of sacred rest | | | | | | | |
174 | Think, mighty God, on feeble man | | | | | | | |
174b | I love the volume [volumes] of thy word | | | | | | | |
175 | I love the volume of thy word | | | | | | | |
176 | I'll praise my Maker with my [while I've] [whilst I've] breath | | | | | | | |
177 | I'll praise my Maker with my breath | | | | | | | |
177b | When gathering clouds [storms] around I view | | | | | | | |
178 | Hark, what mean those holy voices | | | | | | | |
179 | O could our thoughts and wishes fly | | | | | | | |
180 | God of tbe nations, bow thine ear | | | | | | | |
180b | I look to thee, O Lord, alone | | | | | | | |
181 | O Lord, in sorrow I resign | | | | | | | |
182 | Ah who shall stand before thy throne | | | | | | | |
183 | I love the Lord, whose gracious ear | | | | | | | |
183b | How calm and beautiful the morn | | | | | | | |
184 | Go, tune thy voice to sacred song | | | | | | | |
184b | There is an hour of peaceful rest | | | | | | | |
185 | Thou, who didst stoop below | | | | | | | |
186 | How pleased and blest was I | | | | | | | |
186b | One smile, one gracious smile | | | | | | | |
187 | The voice of free grace cries escape | | | | | | | |
188 | Thou art gone to the grave but we will not deplore thee | | | | | | | |
188b | Delay not, delay not: O sinner [drunkard] draw near | | | | | | | |
189 | I would not live alway [always], I ask not to stay | | | | | | | |
190 | How firm a foundation, ye [you] saints of the Lord | | | | | | | |
190b | The Lord is my Shepherd, no want shall I know | | | | | | | |
191 | Father of mercies, God of love, O hear a humble | | | | | | | |
192 | Brightest and best of the sons [stars] of the morning | | | | | | | |
192b | Hail to the brightness of Zion's glad morning | | | | | | | |
193 | Daughter of Zion, awake from thy sadness | | | | | | | |
193b | O thou in whose presence my soul takes delight | | | | | | | |
194 | The Lord is my Shepherd, his kindness I know | | | | | | | |
194b | They have gone to the land where the patriarchs rest | | | | | | | |