# | Text | Tune | | | | | | |
9 | Weary of these low scenes of night | | | | | | | |
22 | Vexatious world, thy flatt'ring snares | | | | | | | |
24 | O kind adversity, thou friend to truth | | | | | | | |
26 | Life is a span, a fleeting hour | | | | | | | |
35 | O blest religion, heav'nly fair! | | | | | | | |
50 | Ye warblers of the vernal shade | | | | | | | |
55 | How vain a thought is bliss below! | | | | | | | |
69 | O sent by heav'n, to teach the Saviour's praise | | | | | | | |
84 | Almighty Sov'reign, gracious Lord | | | | | | | |
90 | Engaging argument! here let me rest | | | | | | | |
93 | How blest the minds, which daily rise | | | | | | | |
107 | Let fame the shining annals spread | | | | | | | |
109 | O for the animating fire | | | | | | | |
118 | How weak, how languid is th'immortal mind! | | | | | | | |
119 | Now faintly smile day's hasty hours | | | | | | | |
132 | Why do the heathen nations rise | | | | | | | |
135 | Lord, how my num'rous foes increase! | | | | | | | |
137 | O Lord, my strength, my righteousness | | | | | | | |
139 | O Lord, how glorious is thy name | | | | | | | |
141 | How long wilt thou, O God of grace | | | | | | | |
147 | The Lord, my shepherd and my guide | | | | | | | |
150 | The Lord, my Saviour, is my light | | | | | | | |
155 | Thee, Lord, my thankful soul would bless | | | | | | | |
158 | Lord, in thy great, thy glorious name | | | | | | | |
168 | When I resolv'd to watch my thoughts | | | | | | | |
171 | As the poor hart, tir'd in the chase | | | | | | | |
177 | Lord, let thy mercy, full and free | | | | | | | |
181 | Before thy throne, O God of grace | | | | | | | |
184 | To God, I rais'd my earnest cries | | | | | | | |
188 | How lovely, how divinely sweet | | | | | | | |
190 | O Lord, my life, my Saviour God | | | | | | | |
193 | Lord, thou hast been thy children's God | | | | | | | |
197 | The Lord, the God of glory, reigns | | | | | | | |
200 | Lord, hear thy servant's humble pray'r | | | | | | | |
206 | Awake my soul, awake my tongue | | | | | | | |
222 | I love the Lord, his gracious ear | | | | | | | |
225 | From the dark borders of despair | | | | | | | |
227 | How pleasing is the scene, how sweet | | | | | | | |
228 | Where Babel's rivers winding stray | | | | | | | |
230 | To thee, my God, my heart shall bring | | | | | | | |
236 | To God, the refuge of his saints | | | | | | | |
237 | Hear, O my God, with pity hear | | | | | | | |
240 | Blest be the Lord, my strength, my shield | | | | | | | |
243 | My God, my king, to thee I'll raise | | | | | | | |
247 | Ye sons of Zion, praise the Lord | | | | | | | |
249 | Praise ye the Lord: Oh blissful theme | | | | | | | |
257 | Come praise the Lord, ye tuneful bands | | | | | | | |
259 | Praise ye the Lord; let praise employ | | | | | | | |