# | Text | Tune | | | | | | |
101 | The spacious firmament on high | | | | | | | |
102 | I sing th' almighty power of God | | | | | | | |
103 | Since all the varying scenes of time | | | | | | | |
104 | God moves in a mysterious way | | | | | | | |
105 | The Lord is King; lift up thy voice | | | | | | | |
106 | Jehovah reigns; his throne is high | | | | | | | |
107 | No change of times shall ever shock | | | | | | | |
108 | Lord! how mysterious are thy ways! | | | | | | | |
109 | Lord, we adore thy vast designs | | | | | | | |
110 | The Lord my Shepherd is | | | | | | | |
111 | Wait, O my soul, thy Maker's will | | | | | | | |
112 | O thou, my light, my life, my joy | | | | | | | |
113 | God is the refuge of his saints | | | | | | | |
114 | Keep silence, all created things | | | | | | | |
115 | The Lord my pasture shall prepare | | | | | | | |
116 | Lord, my weak thought in vain would climb | | | | | | | |
117 | O God of Bethel! by whose hand | | | | | | | |
118 | When all thy mercies, O my God | | | | | | | |
119 | The Lord's my Shepherd, I'll not want | | | | | | | |
120 | God is love; his mercy brightens | | | | | | | |
121 | My Shepherd will supply my need | | | | | | | |
122 | Can I forget the wondrous ways | | | | | | | |
123 | Believers now are tossed about | | | | | | | |
124 | Bless, O my soul, the living God | | | | | | | |
125 | Now to the Lord a noble song! | | | | | | | |
126 | Awake, my tongue; thy tribute bring | | | | | | | |
127 | Arise, my soul, my joyful powers | | | | | | | |
128 | Ye humble souls, approach your God | | | | | | | |
129 | O love of God, how strong and true! | | | | | | | |
130 | Begin, my tongue, some heavenly theme | | | | | | | |
131 | My never-ceasing songs shall show | | | | | | | |
132 | My soul, triumphant in the Lord | | | | | | | |
133 | Rejoice, believer, in the Lord | | | | | | | |
134 | Grace! 'tis a charming sound | | | | | | | |
135 | A captive here, and far from home | | | | | | | |
136 | Lord, hast thou made me know thy ways | | | | | | | |
137 | Hark! what celestial sounds | | | | | | | |
138 | Hark! the herald angels sing | | | | | | | |
139 | Mortals, awake, with angels join | | | | | | | |
140 | Hark! what mean those holy voices | | | | | | | |
141 | While shepherds watched their flock by night | | | | | | | |
142 | Joy to the world, the Lord is come! | | | | | | | |
143 | Hark, the glad sound! the Saviour comes | | | | | | | |
144 | Plunged in the gulf of dark despair | | | | | | | |
145 | All praise to thee, eternal Lord! | | | | | | | |
146 | Hail! thou long-expected Jesus | | | | | | | |
147 | My dear Redeemer, and my Lord | | | | | | | |
148 | How sweetly flowed the gospel sound | | | | | | | |
149 | Behold, where in the Friend of man | | | | | | | |
150 | And didst thou, Jesus, condescend | | | | | | | |
151 | "Mercy, O thou Son of David" | | | | | | | |
152 | How beauteous were the marks divine | | | | | | | |
153 | In duties and in sufferings too | | | | | | | |
154 | Fiercely came the tempest sweeping | | | | | | | |
155 | When power divine, in mortal form | | | | | | | |
156 | Oh, where is he that trod the sea? | | | | | | | |
157 | 'Tis midnight; and on Olive's brow | | | | | | | |
158 | Dark was the night, and cold the ground | | | | | | | |
159 | I see the crowd in Pilate's hall | | | | | | | |
160 | Behold the amazing sight | | | | | | | |
161 | From Calvary a cry was heard | | | | | | | |
162 | Ye that pass by, behold the Man! | | | | | | | |
163 | Hark! the voice of love and mercy | | | | | | | |
164 | Behold the Saviour of mankind | | | | | | | |
165 | "'Tis finished!" so the Saviour cried | | | | | | | |
166 | Alas! and did my Saviour bleed? | | | | | | | |
167 | A pilgrim through this lonely world | | | | | | | |
168 | From thy dear, pierced side | | | | | | | |
169 | Nature with open volume stands | | | | | | | |
170 | The morning purples all the sky | | | | | | | |
171 | Morning breaks upon the tomb | | | | | | | |
172 | Angels, roll the rock away | | | | | | | |
173 | Hail! morning known among the blest | | | | | | | |
174 | The morning kindles all the sky | | | | | | | |
175 | Blest morning, whose young dawning rays | | | | | | | |
176 | Yes, the Redeemer rose | | | | | | | |
177 | When I the holy grave survey | | | | | | | |
178 | To-day the Saviour rose | | | | | | | |
179 | The happy morn is come | | | | | | | |
180 | Hail to thee, our risen King! | | | | | | | |
181 | "The Lord is risen indeed" | | | | | | | |
182 | He dies! the friend of sinners dies! | | | | | | | |
183 | Hosanna to the Prince of Light | | | | | | | |
184 | Lord, when thou didst ascend on high | | | | | | | |
185 | Before the throne of God above | | | | | | | |
186 | Now let our cheerful eyes survey | | | | | | | |
187 | Where is my God? does he retire | | | | | | | |
188 | With joy we meditate the grace | | | | | | | |
189 | He lives! the great Redeemer lives! | | | | | | | |
190 | All hail the power of Jesus' name! | | | | | | | |
191 | Crown his head with endless blessing | | | | | | | |
192 | Now for a tune of lofty praise | | | | | | | |
193 | Come, let us join our cheerful songs | | | | | | | |
194 | Hail to the Prince of Life and Peace | | | | | | | |
195 | Look, ye saints, the sight is glorious | | | | | | | |
196 | Around the Saviour's lofty throne | | | | | | | |
197 | What equal honours shall we bring | | | | | | | |
198 | Hark! ten thousand harps and voices | | | | | | | |
199 | Christ, above all glory seated! | | | | | | | |
200 | Crowns of glory ever bright | | | | | | | |