# | Text | Tune | | | | | | |
D | Lord, didst thou die, but not for me? | | | | | | | |
DI | Farewell, dear friend [friends], I must be gone | | | | | | | |
DII | Amid the dark, the dismal scene | | | | | | | |
DIII | A thousand promises are wrote | | | | | | | |
DIV | Come, humble souls, ye mourners, come | | | | | | | |
DV | Great God, to thee I make | | | | | | | |
DVI | See a poor sinner, dearest [gracious] Lord | | | | | | | |
DVII | Upward I lift mine [my] eyes | | | | | | | |
DVIII | God is our refuge in distress, A present help | | | | | | | |
DIX | Through all the changing scenes of life, In trouble | | | | | | | |
DX | This morning let my praise arise | | | | | | | |
DXI | See how the morning [mounting] [rising] sun | | | | | | | |
DXII | God of the morning, at whose [thy] voice | | | | | | | |
DXIII | Almighty Maker, God, How wondrous is thy name | | | | | | | |
DXIV | Begin, my soul, thy morning song | | | | | | | |
DXV | God of my life, my morning song | | | | | | | |
DXVI | There is a God, all nature speaks | | | | | | | |
DXVII | Come dearest Lord, and bless this day | | | | | | | |
DXVIII | Come, let us join in sweet accord | | | | | | | |
DXIX | The Lord of Sabbath let us praise, In concert with the blest | | | | | | | |
DXX | Early, my God, without delay | | | | | | | |
DXXI | Sweet is the work, my [O] [our] God, [and] [my] [our] King | | | | | | | |
DXXII | Lord, in the morning thou shalt hear My voice ascending high | | | | | | | |
DXXIII | Once more, my soul, the rising day salutes thy waking eyes | | | | | | | |
DXXIV | My God, accept my early vows | | | | | | | |
DXXV | My God, how endless [lasting] is thy love | | | | | | | |
DXXVI | Let sinners take their course | | | | | | | |
DXXVII | Through the wisdom of the skies | | | | | | | |
DXXVIII | With morning light let us rejoice | | | | | | | |
DXXIX | In the morning let us pray For the grace that helps all day | | | | | | | |
DXXX | In the morning of the day | | | | | | | |
DXXXI | Come let us lift our voices high, High as our joys arise | | | | | | | |
DXXXII | I'll sing my Savior's grace | | | | | | | |
DXXXIII | The day is past and gone | | | | | | | |
DXXXIV | Thus far the Lord hath [has] led me on | | | | | | | |
DXXXV | Great God, to thee my evening song | | | | | | | |
DXXXVI | Glory to thee, my [our] God [O Lord], this night [day] | | | | | | | |
DXXXVII | Dread Sovereign, let my evening song | | | | | | | |
DXXXVIII | Lord, thou wilt hear me when I pray | | | | | | | |
DXXXIX | Lord, when I count thy mercies o'er | | | | | | | |
DXL | Lord, how delightful 'tis to see A whole assembly worship thee | | | | | | | |
DXLI | Frequent the [this] day of [O] God returns | | | | | | | |
DXLII | Nightly to the listening ear | | | | | | | |
DXLIII | Now the gloomy night comes on | | | | | | | |
DXLIV | O once I had a glorious view of my redeeming Lord | | | | | | | |
DXLV | Savior, visit Thy [our] plantation, grant us Lord, a gracious rain | | | | | | | |
DXLVI | My soul with Zion claims salvation | | | | | | | |
DXLVII | O great Jehovah, God of love | | | | | | | |
DXLVIII | Jesus, let thy pitying eye | | | | | | | |
DXLIX | My thoughts are inditing of some solemn theme | | | | | | | |
DL | Forever shall my fainting soul | | | | | | | |
DLI | Lord, must thy gospel fly away | | | | | | | |
DLII | Ah wretched vile ungrateful heart | | | | | | | |
DLIII | Backsliders, who your misery feel | | | | | | | |
DLIV | Will God forever cast us [me] off | | | | | | | |
DLV | O Zion, afflicted with wave upon wave | | | | | | | |
DLVI | Come Christians, be wise, learn your liberty | | | | | | | |
DLVII | Ye soldiers of Jesus awake from your sleep | | | | | | | |
DLVIII | No prophet, nor dreamer of dreams | | | | | | | |
DLIX | Come, ye [you] that [who] know the Lord indeed | | | | | | | |
DLX | Come all ye Christian soldiers | | | | | | | |
DLXI | Though trouble assail us, and dangers affright | | | | | | | |
DLXII | Come, ye Christians, sing the praises | | | | | | | |
DLXIII | Wandering pilgrim [pilgrims], mourning Christian [Christians] | | | | | | | |
DLXIV | Hark how the gospel-trimpet sounds! | | | | | | | |
DLXV | Gird thy loins up, Christian soldier | | | | | | | |
DLXVI | How firm a foundation, ye [you] saints of the Lord | | | | | | | |
DLXVII | Ye brethren and sisters | | | | | | | |
DLXVIII | Supported by the [thy] Word | | | | | | | |
DLXIX | Though the morn may be serene | | | | | | | |
DLXX | Let us ask the important question | | | | | | | |
DLXXI | Commit thou all thy griefs | | | | | | | |
DLXXII | Give to the winds thy [your] fears | | | | | | | |
DLXXIII | Innumerable foes attack the child of God | | | | | | | |
DLXXIV | My soul, now arise, my passions, take wing | | | | | | | |
DLXXV | The Lord is my Shepherd, My Guard and my Guide | | | | | | | |
DLXXVI | The Lord my pasture shall prepare, and feed me with a shepherd's care | | | | | | | |
DLXXVII | Thou Shepherd of Isr'l, and mine [divine] | | | | | | | |
DLXXVIII | When my Savior, my Shepherd is near | | | | | | | |
DLXXIX | When Christ, the Lord, was here below About the work | | | | | | | |
DLXXX | Scarce in this cold declining day | | | | | | | |
DLXXXI | Peace, by His cross, hath Jesus made | | | | | | | |
DLXXXII | When in the cloud, with colors fair | | | | | | | |
DLXXXIII | While sinners who presume to bear | | | | | | | |
DLXXXIV | Your harps, ye [you] trembling [mourning] [tearful], saints | | | | | | | |
DLXXXV | How sweet, how [and] heavenly is the sight | | | | | | | |
DLXXXVI | The intercessions of our Lord | | | | | | | |
DLXXXVII | Is anything too hard for God | | | | | | | |
DLXXXVIII | God moves in a mysterious way | | | | | | | |
DLXXXIX | Dressed uniform the soldiers are when duty | | | | | | | |
DXC | Jesus, thy blood and righteousness | | | | | | | |
DXCI | A debtor to mercy alone | | | | | | | |
DXCII | Jesus, dear name, how sweet it [the] sound(s) | | | | | | | |
DXCIII | Sinners, away from Sinai fly | | | | | | | |
DXCIV | Awake my heart, arise my tongue | | | | | | | |
DXCV | The Savior comes to set you free | | | | | | | |
DXCVI | Hark, my soul, it is the Lord | | | | | | | |
DXCVII | If to Jesus for relief My soul hath fled by prayer | | | | | | | |
DXCVIII | Begone, unbelief, [for] my [our] Savior is near | | | | | | | |
DXCIX | If ever it could come to pass | | | | | | | |