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1 | To God the King of heav'n prepare | | | | | |  | |
2 | The glorious armies of the skies | | | | | |  | |
3 | Eternal Spirit, mighty Lord | | | | | |  | |
4 | There is a land of pure delight | | | | | |  | |
5 | Lord we adore thy name | | | | | |  | |
6 | Behold the bright morning appears | | | | | |  | |
7 | Sing to the Lord, let praise inspire | | | | | |  | |
8 | Come hither all ye weary souls | | | | | |  | |
9 | Welcome sweet day of rest | | | | | |  | |
10 | We bless the prophet of the Lord | | | | | |  | |
11 | Why does your face, ye humble souls | | | | | |  | |
12 | Shout to the Lord, and let your joys | | | | | |  | |
13 | Come, let us join a joyful tune | | | | | |  | |
14 | Lo! what a glorious cornerstone | | | | | |  | |
15 | The Lord, the sov'reign king | | | | | |  | |
16 | Great is the Lord our God | | | | | |  | |
17 | Come, sound his praise abroad | | | | | |  | |
18 | Hosanna, with a cheerful sound | | | | | |  | |
19 | Now for a tune of lofty praise | | | | | |  | |
20 | Gentiles by nature, we belong | | | | | |  | |
21 | My Saviour God, my sov'reign Prince | | | | | |  | |
22 | Nor diff'rent food, nor diff'rent dress | | | | | |  | |
23 | Thus saith the Ruler of the skies | | | | | |  | |
24 | There is a land of pure delight | | | | | |  | |
25 | Behold the glories of the Lamb | | | | | |  | |
26 | Ye nations round the earth, rejoice | | | | | |  | |
27 | Songs of immortal praise belong | | | | | |  | |
28 | O Love divine, what hast thou done | | | | | |  | |
29 | Infinite grief! amazing woe! | | | | | |  | |
30 | The glories of my Maker God | | | | | |  | |
31 | Alas! how fast our moments fly | | | | | |  | |
32 | The God of glory sends his summons forth | | | | | |  | |
33 | Great God, the heav'ns well order'd frame | | | | | |  | |
34 | My soul with joy attend | | | | | |  | |
35 | Lord, hast thou cast the nation off | | | | | |  | |
36 | I hear the voice of woe! | | | | | |  | |
37 | Then winter throws his icy chains | | | | | |  | |
38 | Methinks the last great day is come | | | | | |  | |
39 | Thou whom my soul admires above | | | | | |  | |
40 | In solemn state, O God, descend | | | | | |  | |
41 | Praise, everlasting praise be paid | | | | | |  | |
42 | Glory and honor be to thee | | | | | |  | |
43 | 'Tis but a few, whose day amount | | | | | |  | |
44 | The God of glory sends his summons forth | | | | | |  | |
45 | Lord, 'tis a pleasant thing to stand | | | | | |  | |
46 | Lord, how delightful 'tis to see | | | | | |  | |
47 | Give me the wings of faith to rise | | | | | |  | |
48 | I give immortal praise | | | | | |  | |
49 | Begone unbelief | | | | | |  | |
50 | Lord of the worlds above | | | | | |  | |
51 | I sing th'Almighty pow'r of God | | | | | |  | |
52 | See the Lord of glory dying | | | | | |  | |
53 | Sweet peace, descend and bless | | | | | |  | |
54 | See how the mounting sun | | | | | |  | |
55 | Firm was my health, my day was bright | | | | | |  | |
56 | That awful day will surely come | | | | | |  | |
57 | How should the sons of Adam's race | | | | | |  | |
58 | To God I made my sorrows known | | | | | |  | |
59 | Behold the wretch whose lust and wine | | | | | |  | |
60 | Death, 'tis a melancholy day | | | | | |  | |
61 | Who has believ'd thy word | | | | | |  | |
62 | Behold the love, the gen'rous love that holy David shows | | | | | |  | |
63 | I'll tidings never can surprize | | | | | |  | |
64 | Jehovah speaks, let Israel hear | | | | | |  | |
65 | From age to age exalt his name | | | | | |  | |
66 | Thou great and sacred Lord of all | | | | | |  | |
67 | O wonder of wonders, astonish'd I gaze | | | | | |  | |
68 | Jesus with all thy saints above | | | | | |  | |
69 | Faith! 'tis a precious grace | | | | | |  | |
70 | Jesus, our soul's delightful choice | | | | | |  | |
71 | O thou that hear'st when sinners cry | | | | | |  | |
72 | God is in heav'n, and men below | | | | | |  | |
73 | Lo, he cometh; countless trumpets | | | | | |  | |
74 | Come and let us ascend | | | | | |  | |
75 | Hearts of stone, relent, relent | | | | | |  | |
76 | Come, thou Almighty King | | | | | |  | |
77 | When Christ to judgment shall descend | | | | | |  | |
78 | Lord of the worlds above | | | | | |  | |
79 | Now let our pains be all forgot | | | | | |  | |
80 | Stoop down, my thoughts, that us'd to rise | | | | | |  | |
81 | Come, and let us sweetly join | | | | | |  | |
82 | Ye servants of th' almighty King | | | | | |  | |
83 | Thrice happy man, who fears the Lord | | | | | |  | |
84 | To Sion's hill I lift mine eyes | | | | | |  | |
85 | Son of God, thy blessing grant | | | | | |  | |
86 | The morning dawn, the rising sun | | | | | |  | |
87 | Not to our names thou only just and true | | | | | |  | |
88 | Thron'd on a cloud our god shall come | | | | | |  | |
89 | Life like a vain amusement flies | | | | | |  | |
90 | Great God, while nature speaks thy praise | | | | | |  | |
91 | Sweet is the day of sacred rest | | | | | |  | |
92 | Come, let us record | | | | | |  | |
93 | Lord, thou art good, all nature shows | | | | | |  | |
94 | O tell me no more | | | | | |  | |
95 | Head of the church triumphant | | | | | |  | |
96 | On wings of love the saviour flew | | | | | |  | |
97 | Hail thou once despised Jesus | | | | | |  | |
98 | Weary world of sin and anguish | | | | | |  | |
99 | We bless the God, whose bounteous love | | | | | |  | |
100 | Mighty God, while angels bless thee | | | | | |  | |