No.
|
Meter
|
First Line
|
001 |
L. M. |
Nature, with all her powers, shall sing
|
002 |
C. M. |
My thoughts on aweful subjects roll
|
003 |
C. M. |
Why do we mourn departing friends
|
004 |
C. M. |
Here at thy cross, my dying God
|
005 |
C. M. |
Lord, when my thoughts with wonder roll
|
006 |
C. M. |
Once more, my soul, the rising day
|
007 |
C. M. |
Dread Sovereign! let my evening song
|
008 |
C. M. |
Hosanna, with a cheerful sound
|
009 |
C. M. |
Alas! and did my Savior bleed
|
010 |
C. M. |
My soul forsakes her vain delight
|
011 |
C. M. |
I send the joys of earth away
|
012 |
C. M. |
The true Messiah now appears
|
013 |
C. M. |
Sing to the Lord that built the skies
|
014 |
C. M. |
Welcome, sweet day of rest
|
015 |
C. M. |
Far from my thoughts, vain world, begone
|
016 |
C. M. |
Lord, what a heaven of saving grace
|
017 |
C. M. |
Rise, rise, my soul, and leave the ground
|
018 |
C. M. |
High on a hill of dazzling light
|
019 |
C. M. |
Let others boast how strong they be
|
020 |
C. M. |
Why is my heart so far from thee
|
021 |
C. M. |
Let the old heathens tune their song
|
022 |
C. M. |
Terrible God, that reign'st on high
|
023 |
C. M. |
Descend from heaven, immortal Dove
|
024 |
C. M. |
When the great Builder arched the skies
|
025 |
C. M. |
My drowsy powers, why sleep ye so
|
026 |
C. M. |
Lord, we are blind, we mortals blind
|
027 |
C. M. |
God! the eternal, awful name
|
028 |
C. M. |
Stoop down, my thoughts, that use to rise
|
029 |
C. M. |
Jesus, with all thy saints above
|
030 |
C. M. |
Come, we that love the Lord
|
031 |
C. M. |
Why should we start and fear to die
|
032 |
C. M. |
How short and hasty is our life
|
033 |
C. M. |
Raise thee, my soul, fly up, and run
|
034 |
C. M. |
Come, Holy Spirit, heavenly Dove
|
035 |
C. M. |
Let them neglect thy glory, Lord
|
036 |
S. M. |
Well, the Redeemer's gone
|
037 |
C. M. |
Lift up your eyes to th' heav'nly seats
|
038 |
C. M. |
Happy the heart where graces reign
|
039 |
C. M. |
Our days, alas! our mortal days
|
040 |
C. M. |
Our God! how firm his promise stands
|
041 |
L. M. |
Up to the fields where angels lie
|
042 |
C. M. |
My God, what endless pleasures dwell
|
043 |
L. M. |
Now for a tune of lofty praise
|
044 |
L. M. |
With holy fear and humble song
|
045 |
L. M. |
Thy favors, Lord, surprise our souls
|
046 |
L. M. |
Up to the Lord, that reigns on high
|
047 |
L. M. |
Now to the Lord a noble song
|
048 |
C. M. |
How vain are all things here below
|
049 |
C. M. |
Death cannot make our souls afraid
|
050 |
L. M. |
Now let the Lord my Savior smile
|
051 |
L. M. |
Bright King of glory, dreadful God
|
052 |
C. M. |
Death! 'Tis a melancholy day
|
053 |
C. M. |
Lord! what a wretched land is this
|
054 |
C. M. |
My God, the spring of all my joys
|
055 |
C. M. |
Thee we adore, eternal name
|
056 |
C. M. |
No, I shall envy them no more
|
057 |
L. M. |
Lord, how secure and blest are they
|
058 |
C. M. |
Time, what an empty vapor tis
|
059 |
C. M. |
Glory to God that walks the sky
|
060 |
L. M. |
Praise, everlasting praise, be paid
|
061 |
C. M. |
My soul, come meditate the day
|
062 |
C. M. |
Sing to the Lord, ye heavenly hosts
|
063 |
C. M. |
Hark! From the tombs a doleful sound
|
064 |
L. M. |
Happy the church, thou sacred place
|
065 |
C. M. |
When I can read my title clear
|
066 |
C. M. |
There is a land of pure delight
|
067 |
C. M. |
Great God! how infinite art thou
|
068 |
C. M. |
Father, I long, I faint to see
|
069 |
C. M. |
Begin, my tongue, some heavenly theme
|
070 |
L. M. |
God of the seas! thy thund'ring voice
|
071 |
C. M. |
The glories of my Maker God
|
072 |
C. M. |
Blest morning, whose young dawning rays
|
073 |
C. M. |
Hence from my soul, sad thoughts, begone
|
074 |
S. M. |
Is this the kind return
|
075 |
C. M. |
From thee, my God, my joys shall rise
|
076 |
C. M. |
Hosannah to the Prince of light
|
077 |
L. M. |
Stand up, my soul, shake off thy fears
|
078 |
C. M. |
When the first parents of our race
|
079 |
C. M. |
Plunged in a gulf of dark despair
|
080 |
S. M. |
O! the almighty Lord
|
081 |
C. M. |
And now the scales have left mine eyes
|
082 |
C. M. |
Arise, my soul, my joyful powers
|
083 |
C. M. |
Thus saith the Ruler of the skies
|
084 |
S. M. |
Come, all harmonious tongues
|
085 |
C. M. |
Why does your face, ye humble souls
|
086 |
C. M. |
Our sins, alas! How strong they be
|
087 |
C. M. |
How wondrous great, how glorious bright
|
088 |
C. M. |
Salvation! O the joyful sound
|
089 |
C. M. |
Hosannah to our conquering King
|
090 |
C. M. |
How sad our state by nature is
|
091 |
L. M. |
O! the delights, the heavenly joys
|
092 |
C. M. |
Shout to the Lord, and let our joys
|
093 |
S. M. |
My God, my life, my love
|
094 |
C. M. |
My God, my portion, and my love
|
095 |
C. M. |
Infinite grief! Amazing woe
|
096 |
C. M. |
Down headlong from their native skies
|
097 |
L. M. |
From heav'n the sinning angels fell
|
098 |
C. M. |
My heart, how dreadful hard it is
|
099 |
C. M. |
Let the whole race of creatures lie
|
100 |
L. M. |
How full of anguish is the thought
|
101 |
C. M. |
When in the light of faith divine
|
102 |
L. M. |
No, I'll repine at death no more
|
103 |
C. M. |
Come, happy souls, approach your God
|
104 |
S. M. |
Raise your triumphant songs
|
105 |
C. M. |
And are we wretches yet alive
|
106 |
C. M. |
O, if my soul were formed for woe
|
107 |
C. M. |
That awful day will surely come
|
108 |
C. M. |
Come, let us lift our joyful eyes
|
109 |
L. M. |
Lord, we adore thy vast designs
|
110 |
S. M. |
And must this body die
|
111 |
C. M. |
Zion, rejoice, and Judah, sing
|
112 |
L. M. |
Great God! to what glorious height
|
113 |
C. M. |
The majesty of Solomon
|
114 |
C. M. |
I sing my Savior's wondrous death
|
115 |
C. M. |
High as the heav'ns above the ground
|
116 |
C. M. |
How can I sink with such a prop
|
117 |
L. M. |
I cannot bear thine absence, Lord
|
118 |
L. M. |
Blood has a voice to pierce the skies
|
119 |
C. M. |
Laden with guilt, and full of fears
|
120 |
S. M. |
The Lord declares his will
|
121 |
L. M. |
The law commands, and makes us know
|
122 |
L. M. |
My God, permit me not to be
|
123 |
L. M. |
Away from every mortal care
|
124 |
C. M. |
Tis not the law of ten commands
|
125 |
L. M. |
Life and immortal joys are giv'n
|
126 |
C. M. |
The Lord, descending from above
|
127 |
L. M. |
Thus did the sons of Abram pass
|
128 |
C. M. |
Blest with the joys of innocence
|
129 |
L. M. |
Tis by the faith of joys to come
|
130 |
C. M. |
Attend, while God's exalted Son
|
131 |
L. M. |
Let everlasting glories crown
|
132 |
C. M. |
We bless the Prophet of the Lord
|
133 |
L. M. |
Eternal Spirit! we confess
|
134 |
C. M. |
The promise was divinely free
|
135 |
L. M. |
Behold the woman's promised Seed
|
136 |
L. M. |
The King of Glory sends his Son
|
137 |
L. M. |
Behold the blind their sight receive
|
138 |
L. M. |
This is the word of truth and love
|
139 |
L. M. |
My dear Redeemer and my Lord
|
140 |
C. M. |
Give me the wings of faith to rise
|
141 |
C. M. |
My Savior God, my Sovereign Prince
|
142 |
S. M. |
Not all the blood of beasts
|
143 |
C. M. |
What different powers of grace and sin
|
144 |
L. M. |
Great was the day, the joy was great
|
145 |
C. M. |
I love the windows of thy grace
|
146 |
L. M. |
Man has a soul of vast desires
|
147 |
C. M. |
Now let a spacious world arise
|
148 |
C. M. |
Dearest of all the names above
|
149 |
C. M. |
Eternal Sovereign of the sky
|
150 |
C. M. |
Sin has a thousand treach'rous arts
|
151 |
L. M. |
Twas by an order from the Lord
|
152 |
C. M. |
Not to the terrors of the Lord
|
153 |
C. M. |
Sin, like a venomous disease
|
154 |
L. M. |
Where are the mourners, saith the Lord
|
155 |
C. M. |
Lo, the destroying angel flies
|
156 |
C. M. |
I hate the tempter and his charms
|
157 |
C. M. |
Now Satan comes with dreadful roar
|
158 |
L. M. |
Broad is the road that leads to death
|
159 |
C. M. |
Great King of glory and of grace
|
160 |
L. M. |
Let the wild leopards of the wood
|
161 |
C. M. |
Strait is the way, the door is strait
|
162 |
C. M. |
My thoughts surmount these lower skies
|
163 |
C. M. |
Dear Lord! behold our sore distress
|
164 |
C. M. |
Why should this earth delight us so
|
165 |
C. M. |
Long have I sat beneath the sound
|
166 |
C. M. |
How shall I praise the eternal God
|
167 |
L. M. |
Great God! thy glories shall employ
|
168 |
L. M. |
Jehovah reigns, his throne is high
|
169 |
66.66.88 |
The Lord Jehovah reigns
|
170 |
L. M. |
Can creatures to perfection find
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