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1 | Begin, my soul, th' exalted lay | | | | | | | |
2 | Thy glory, Lord, the heavens declare | | | | | | | |
3 | The spacious firmament on high | | | | | | | |
4 | The Lord our God is Lord of all | | | | | | | |
5 | Beyond, beyond that boundless sea | | | | | | | |
6 | Thou art, O God, the life and light | | | | | | | |
7 | I sing th' almighty power of God | | | | | | | |
8 | God of the earth's extended plains! | | | | | | | |
9 | Thy heaven, on which 'tis bliss to look | | | | | | | |
10 | The God of nature and of grace | | | | | | | |
11 | I read Thy name emblazon'd high | | | | | | | |
12 | I see Him in his works of might | | | | | | | |
13 | This world, O God, like that above | | | | | | | |
14 | Jehovah, God! thy gracious power | | | | | | | |
15 | Eternal Wisdom, thee we praise! | | | | | | | |
16 | Not in the world of light alone | | | | | | | |
17 | The Lord our God is full of might | | | | | | | |
18 | The Lord descended from above | | | | | | | |
19 | The Lord is King! Lift up thy voice | | | | | | | |
20 | Ere men ador'd, or angels knew | | | | | | | |
21 | I gaze up to the heavens above | | | | | | | |
22 | I cannot always trace the way | | | | | | | |
23 | Earth, with her ten thousand flowers | | | | | | | |
24 | My God, thy boundless love I praise | | | | | | | |
25 | Immortal King! through earth's wide frame | | | | | | | |
26 | O thou, to whom all creatures bow | | | | | | | |
27 | When I behold the heavens on high | | | | | | | |
28 | Lo, my Shepherd’s hand divine! | | | | | | | |
29 | The Lord my pasture shall prepare | | | | | | | |
30 | The Lord is my shepherd, no want shall I know | | | | | | | |
31 | The God of love my shepherd is | | | | | | | |
32 | When all thy mercies, O my God | | | | | | | |
33 | Oft, in the visions of the night | | | | | | | |
34 | Mercy and goodness, O my God | | | | | | | |
35 | O bless the Lord, my soul | | | | | | | |
36 | Through all the changing scenes of life | | | | | | | |
37 | As, on the verge of youth, my mind | | | | | | | |
38 | Author of good! to thee we turn | | | | | | | |
39 | O God of Bethel! by whose hand | | | | | | | |
40 | Since all the varying scenes of time | | | | | | | |
41 | Thy way, O God, is in the sea | | | | | | | |
42 | Fountain of life, and living breath | | | | | | | |
43 | Father, how wide thy glory shines! | | | | | | | |
44 | No war nor battle's sound | | | | | | | |
45 | When Jordan hush'd his waters still | | | | | | | |
46 | While shepherd watch'd their flocks by night | | | | | | | |
47 | Hark! what mean those holy voices | | | | | | | |
48 | Calm on the listening ear of night | | | | | | | |
49 | Hark--hark--the notes of joy | | | | | | | |
50 | Angels! from the realms of glory | | | | | | | |
51 | Hark! the herald angels sing | | | | | | | |
52 | The world lay hush'd in slumber deep | | | | | | | |
53 | Blessed night, when first that plain | | | | | | | |
54 | Watchman! tell us of the night | | | | | | | |
55 | Brightest and best of the sons of the morning | | | | | | | |
56 | When, marshall'd on the nightly plain | | | | | | | |
57 | From Jesse's root behold a branch arise | | | | | | | |
58 | When the old seer, by vision led | | | | | | | |
59 | He climbed the mountain, and behold! | | | | | | | |
60 | 'Tis enough-- the hour is come | | | | | | | |
61 | Hark, the glad sound! the Saviour comes! | | | | | | | |
62 | How sweetly flowed the gospel's sound | | | | | | | |
63 | When sinks my soul, oppress'd with care | | | | | | | |
64 | Around Bethesda's healing wave | | | | | | | |
65 | When power divine, in mortal form | | | | | | | |
66 | He look'd to heaven, and sadly sighed | | | | | | | |
67 | Heal us, Immanuel, here we stand | | | | | | | |
68 | My Saviour, what thou didst of old | | | | | | | |
69 | O help us, Lord! each hour of need | | | | | | | |
70 | When, like a stranger on our sphere | | | | | | | |
71 | Beyond where Cedron's waters flow | | | | | | | |
72 | O Thou who, though with veiled face | | | | | | | |
73 | For us the bitter cross He bore | | | | | | | |
74 | Hark! how He prays!--the charming sound | | | | | | | |
75 | Thou, all given up to woe | | | | | | | |
76 | Sacred Head! so bruised and wounded | | | | | | | |
77 | O sacred Head, now wounded! | | | | | | | |
78 | Hark! the voice of love and mercy | | | | | | | |
79 | Bound upon th'accurséd tree | | | | | | | |
80 | Where is the aspect more than heaven serene | | | | | | | |
81 | He dies! the Friend of sinners dies! | | | | | | | |
82 | Angel, roll the rock away! | | | | | | | |
83 | Hark! the herald angels say | | | | | | | |
84 | Abide with us, and still unfold | | | | | | | |
85 | A hymn of glory let us sing! | | | | | | | |
86 | Rise, glorious Conqueror! rise | | | | | | | |
87 | Hail the day that saw him rise | | | | | | | |
88 | We saw thee not, when thou didst tread | | | | | | | |
89 | At evening, when his toils were o'er | | | | | | | |
90 | Father, to us thy Son reveal | | | | | | | |
91 | Behold! where, in a mortal form | | | | | | | |
92 | How beauteous were the marks divine | | | | | | | |
93 | Whene'er the angry passions rise | | | | | | | |
94 | Thou art gone up on high | | | | | | | |
95 | Thou, who didst stoop below | | | | | | | |
96 | When gathering clouds around I view | | | | | | | |
97 | Where high the heavenly temple stands | | | | | | | |
98 | He lives,--the great Redeemer lives | | | | | | | |
99 | Oh! sweet was the voice of the First-born of heaven | | | | | | | |
100 | All hail, the power of Jesus' name! | | | | | | | |