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I.145 | Jesus, in thee our eyes behold | | | | | | | |
I.146 | Go, worship at Immanuel's feet | | | | | | | |
I.147 | 'Tis from the treasures of his word | | | | | | | |
I.148 | With cheerful voice I sing | | | | | | | |
I.149 | Join all the names of love and power | | | | | | | |
I.150 | Join all the glorious names | | | | | | | |
II.1 | Nature, with all her powers, shall sing | | | | | | | |
II.2 | My thoughts on aweful subjects roll | | | | | | | |
II.3 | Why do we mourn departing friends | | | | | | | |
II.4 | Here at thy cross, my dying God | | | | | | | |
II.5 | Lord, when my thoughts with wonder roll | | | | | | | |
II.6 | Once more, my soul, the rising day | | | | | | | |
II.7 | Dread Sovereign! let my evening song | | | | | | | |
II.8 | Hosannah, with a cheerful sound | | | | | | | |
II.9 | Alas! and did my Savior bleed? | | | | | | | |
II.10 | My soul forsakes her vain delight | | | | | | | |
II.11 | I send the joys of earth away | | | | | | | |
II.12 | The true Messiah now appears | | | | | | | |
II.13 | Sing to the Lord that built the skies | | | | | | | |
II.14 | Welcome, sweet day of rest | | | | | | | |
II.15 | Far from my thoughts, vain world, begone | | | | | | | |
II.16.2 | Lord, what a heav'n of saving grace | | | | | | | |
II.17 | Rise, rise, my soul, and leave the ground | | | | | | | |
II.18 | High on a hill of dazzling light | | | | | | | |
II.19 | Let others boast how strong they be | | | | | | | |
II.20 | Why is my heart so far from thee | | | | | | | |
II.21 | Let the old heathens tune their song | | | | | | | |
II.22 | Terrible God, that reign'st on high | | | | | | | |
II.23 | Descend from heav'n, immortal Dove | | | | | | | |
II.24 | When the great Builder arched the skies | | | | | | | |
II.25 | My drowsy powers, why sleep ye so? | | | | | | | |
II.26 | Lord, we are blind, we mortals blind | | | | | | | |
II.27 | God! the eternal, awful name | | | | | | | |
II.28 | Stoop down, my thoughts, that use to rise | | | | | | | |
II.29 | Jesus, with all thy saints above | | | | | | | |
II.30 | Come, we that love the Lord | | | | | | | |
II.31 | Why should we start, and fear to die | | | | | | | |
II.32 | How short and hasty is our life! | | | | | | | |
II.33 | Raise thee, my soul, fly up, and run | | | | | | | |
II.35 | Let them neglect thy glory, Lord | | | | | | | |
II.36 | Well, the Redeemer's gone | | | | | | | |
II.37 | Lift up your eyes to th' heav'nly seats | | | | | | | |
II.38 | Happy the heart where graces reign | | | | | | | |
II.39 | Our days, alas! our mortal days | | | | | | | |
II.40 | Our God! how firm his promise stands | | | | | | | |
II.41 | Up to the fields where angels lie | | | | | | | |
II.42 | My God, what endless pleasures dwell | | | | | | | |
II.43 | Now for a tune of lofty praise | | | | | | | |
II.44 | With holy fear and humble song | | | | | | | |
II.45 | Thy favors, Lord, surprise our souls | | | | | | | |
II.46 | Up to the Lord, that reigns on high | | | | | | | |
II.47 | Now to the Lord a noble song! | | | | | | | |
II.48 | How vain are all things here below! | | | | | | | |
II.49 | Death cannot make our souls afraid | | | | | | | |
II.50 | Now let the Lord my Savior smile | | | | | | | |
II.51 | Bright King of glory, dreadful God! | | | | | | | |
II.52 | Death! 'Tis a melancholy day | | | | | | | |
II.53 | Lord! what a wretched land is this | | | | | | | |
II.54 | My God, the spring of all my joys | | | | | | | |
II.55 | Thee we adore, Eternal Name | | | | | | | |
II.56 | No, I shall envy them no more | | | | | | | |
II.57 | Lord, how secure and blest are they | | | | | | | |
II.58 | Time, what an empty vapor 'tis! | | | | | | | |
II.59 | Glory to God that walks the sky | | | | | | | |
II.60 | Praise, everlasting praise, be paid | | | | | | | |
II.61 | My soul, come meditate the day | | | | | | | |
II.62 | Sing to the Lord, ye heav'nly hosts | | | | | | | |
II.63 | Hark! from the tombs a doleful sound | | | | | | | |
II.64 | Happy the church, thou sacred place | | | | | | | |
II.65 | When I can read my title clear | | | | | | | |
II.66 | There is a land of pure delight | | | | | | | |
II.67 | Great God! how infinite art thou! | | | | | | | |
II.68 | Father, I long, I faint to see | | | | | | | |
II.69 | Begin, my tongue, some heav'nly theme | | | | | | | |
II.70 | God of the seas! thy thund'ring voice | | | | | | | |
II.71 | The glories of my Maker God | | | | | | | |
II.72 | Blest morning, whose young dawning rays | | | | | | | |
II.73 | Hence from my soul, sad thoughts, begone | | | | | | | |
II.74 | Is this the kind return | | | | | | | |
II.75 | From thee, my God, my joys shall rise | | | | | | | |
II.76 | Hosannah to the Prince of light | | | | | | | |
II.77 | Stand up, my soul, shake off thy fears | | | | | | | |
II.78 | When the first parents of our race | | | | | | | |
II.79 | Plunged in a gulf of dark despair | | | | | | | |
II.80 | O! the almighty Lord! | | | | | | | |
II.81 | And now the scales have left mine eyes | | | | | | | |
II.82 | Arise, my soul, my joyful powers | | | | | | | |
II.83 | Thus saith the Ruler of the skies: | | | | | | | |
II.84 | Come, all harmonious tongues | | | | | | | |
II.85 | Why does your face, ye humble souls | | | | | | | |
II.86 | Our sins, alas, how strong they be! | | | | | | | |
II.87 | How wondrous great, how glorious bright | | | | | | | |
II.88 | Salvation! O the joyful sound! | | | | | | | |
II.89 | Hosannah to our conquering King! | | | | | | | |
II.90 | How sad our state by nature is! | | | | | | | |
II.91 | O! the delights, the heav'nly joys | | | | | | | |
II.92 | Shout to the Lord, and let our joys | | | | | | | |
II.93 | My God, my life, my love! | | | | | | | |
II.94 | My God, my portion, and my love | | | | | | | |
II.95 | Infinite grief! amazing woe! | | | | | | | |