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P.I | How blest is he, who ne'er consents | | | | | | | |
P.II | When Heav'n, thy beauteous work on high | | | | | | | |
P.III | To celebrate thy praise, O Lord, | | | | | | | |
P.IV | Lord, who's the happy man that may | | | | | | | |
P.V | I strive each action to approve | | | | | | | |
P.VI | No change of time shall ever shock | | | | | | | |
P.VII | Ye worshippers of Jacob's God | | | | | | | |
P.VIII | The Lord himself, the mighty Lord | | | | | | | |
P.IX | The spacious earth is all the Lord's | | | | | | | |
P.X | I'll wash my hands in innocence | | | | | | | |
P.XI | I'll celebrate thy praises, Lord | | | | | | | |
P.XII | He's blest, whose sins have pardon gain'd | | | | | | | |
P.XIII | Let all the just to God,with joy | | | | | | | |
P.XIV | Through all the changing scenes of life | | | | | | | |
P.XV | As pants the hart for cooling streams | | | | | | | |
P.XVI | The Lord hath spoke, the mighty God | | | | | | | |
P.XVII | Have mercy, Lord, on me | | | | | | | |
P.XVIII | O God, my heart is fix'd, 'tis bent | | | | | | | |
P.XIX | To bless thy chosen race | | | | | | | |
P.XX | O Lord of Hosts, my King and God | | | | | | | |
P.XXI | To my complaint, O Lord my God | | | | | | | |
P.XXII | To thee, my God and Saviour, I | | | | | | | |
P.XXIII | What Seraph of celestial birth | | | | | | | |
P.XXIV | He that has God his guardian made | | | | | | | |
P.XXV | With glory clad, with strength array'd | | | | | | | |
P.XXVI | O come, loud anthems let us sing | | | | | | | |
P.XXVII | Sing to the Lord a new-made song | | | | | | | |
P.XXVIII | Jehovah reigns, let all the earth | | | | | | | |
P.XXIX | Sing to the Lord a new-made song | | | | | | | |
P.XXX | With one consent, let all the earth | | | | | | | |
P.XXXI | My soul, inspir'd with sacred love | | | | | | | |
P.XXXII | O render thanks to God above | | | | | | | |
P.XXXIII | O God, my heart is fully bent | | | | | | | |
P.XXXIV | Ye saints and servants of the Lord | | | | | | | |
P.XXXV | Within the gates of God's abode | | | | | | | |
P.XXXVI | How bless'd are they, who always keep | | | | | | | |
P.XXXVII | How vast must their advantage be | | | | | | | |
P.XXXVIII | To God, the mighty Lord | | | | | | | |
P.XXXIX | When we, our weary limbs to rest | | | | | | | |
P.XL | Thou Lord, by strictest search hast known | | | | | | | |
P.XLI | Thee I'll extol, my God and King | | | | | | | |
P.XLII | O praise the Lord, and thou my soul | | | | | | | |
P.XLIII | O praise the Lord with hymns of joy | | | | | | | |
P.XLIV | Ye boundless realms of joy | | | | | | | |
P.XLV | O praise ye the Lord | | | | | | | |
P.XLVI | O praise the Lord in that blest place | | | | | | | |
H.I | While shepherds watch'd their flocks by night | | | | | | | |
H.II | While Angels thus, O Lord! rejoice | | | | | | | |
H.III | The Lord is come: the heav'ns proclaim | | | | | | | |
H.IV | Come, let us all unite to praise | | | | | | | |
H.V | Whilst tending on their fleecy care | | | | | | | |
H.VI | From whence these direful omens round | | | | | | | |
H.VII | Now let our mournful song record | | | | | | | |
H.VIII | My God, my God, why leav'st thou me | | | | | | | |
H.IX | He dies, the friend of sinners dies | | | | | | | |
H.X | The rising God forsakes the tomb | | | | | | | |
H.XI | Since Christ our Passover is slain | | | | | | | |
H.XII | Plung'd in a gulph of dark despair | | | | | | | |
H.XIII | To souls just perishing on the stormy deep | | | | | | | |
H.XIV | To God, the universal King | | | | | | | |
H.XV | Erect your heads, eternal gates | | | | | | | |
H.XVI | Our Lord is risen from the dead | | | | | | | |
H.XVII | He's come! let ev'ry knee be bent | | | | | | | |
H.XVIII | Come, Holy Spirit, Heav'nly Dove | | | | | | | |
H.XIX | O Lord, thy mercy, my sure hope | | | | | | | |
H.XX | My God, and is thy table spread | | | | | | | |
H.XXI | And are we now brought near to God | | | | | | | |
H.XXII | Wherewith shall I approach the Lord | | | | | | | |
H.XXIII | The God of life, whose constant care | | | | | | | |
H.XXIV | Rise, my soul, and stretch thy wings | | | | | | | |
H.XXV | Happy the man, whose tender care | | | | | | | |
H.XXVI | The soul that's fill'd with virtue's light | | | | | | | |
H.XXVII | Blest is the man, whose soft'ning heart | | | | | | | |
H.XXVIII | Father of mercy! hear our pray'r | | | | | | | |
H.XXIX | O praise the Lord, our heav'nly King | | | | | | | |
H.XXX | When all thy mercies, O my God | | | | | | | |
H.XXXI | The spacious firmament on high | | | | | | | |
H.XXXII | The Lord my pasture shall prepare | | | | | | | |
H.XXXIII | All-glorious God, what hymns of praise | | | | | | | |
H.XXXIV | Salvation doth to God belong | | | | | | | |
H.XXXV | To God, our never-failing strength | | | | | | | |
H.XXXVI | Before Jehovah's awful throne | | | | | | | |
H.XXXVII | From all that dwell below the skies | | | | | | | |
H.XXXVIII | Happy the man, whose hopes rely | | | | | | | |
H.XXXIX | Begin the high celestial strain | | | | | | | |
H.XL | Thou turnest man, O Lord to dust | | | | | | | |
H.XLI | Hark, from the tomb a doleful sound! | | | | | | | |
H.XLII | Hark! my gay friends, that solemn toll | | | | | | | |
H.XLIII | Behold the path which mortals tread | | | | | | | |
H.XLIV | Death calls our friends, our neighbours, hence | | | | | | | |
H.XLV | Vital spark of heav'nly flame! | | | | | | | |
H.XLVI | Arise, my soul! with rapture rise! | | | | | | | |
H.XLVII | With fervent hearts let all unite | | | | | | | |