# | Text | Tune | | | | | | |
153a | Wake, O my soul, and hail the morn [dawn] | | | | | | | |
153b | Assembled at thy great command | | | | | | | |
153c | Lo round the throne a glorious band | | | | | | | |
154a | Lord, how secure and blest [blessed] are they | | | | | | | |
154b | I thirst, thou wounded Lamb of God | | | | | | | |
154c | Sinners, obey the heavenly call | | | | | | | |
155a | From every stormy wind [sense] that blows | | | | | | | |
155b | To Jesus our exalted Lord, dear [that] [the] name by heaven and earth adored | | | | | | | |
155c | Brethren in Christ and well beloved | | | | | | | |
156a | Ye Christian heroes [heralds], go proclaim | | | | | | | |
156b | Eternal depth of love divine | | | | | | | |
156c | When Isr'l trod the desert way | | | | | | | |
157a | Great God, to thee my evening song | | | | | | | |
157b | Great God indulge my humble claim | | | | | | | |
157c | Lord of the Sabbath, hear us pray | | | | | | | |
158a | How sweet the hour of closing day | | | | | | | |
158b | How sweetly flowed the gospel's sound | | | | | | | |
158c | Unvail [Unveil] thy bosom, faithful tomb | | | | | | | |
159a | Sweet is the work, my [O] [our] God, [and] [my] [our] King | | | | | | | |
159b | Jesus, and shall it ever be | | | | | | | |
159c | Eternal beam of light divine | | | | | | | |
160a | My God, O can it be that I | | | | | | | |
160b | Let not the wise his [their] wisdom boast | | | | | | | |
160c | He wills that I should holy be | | | | | | | |
161a | So let our lips and lives express | | | | | | | |
161b | How blest the sacred tie that binds | | | | | | | |
161c | Abraham, when severely tried | | | | | | | |
162 | The Lord my pasture shall prepare, and feed me with a shepherd's care | | | | | | | |
163a | Prisoners of hope be strong, be bold | | | | | | | |
163b | O love divine, what hast thou done | | | | | | | |
164a | O God of good, the unfathomed sea | | | | | | | |
164b | I'll praise my Maker with my [while I've] [whilst I've] breath | | | | | | | |
165a | Peace, troubled soul, whose [thy] plaintive moan | | | | | | | |
165b | Would Jesus have the [a] sinner die | | | | | | | |
166a | All hail the power of Jesus' name, Let angels prostrate fall | | | | | | | |
166b | How happy [happy's] every child of grace, who [that] feels [knows] his sins forgiven | | | | | | | |
167a | O for a thousand tongues to sing my great [dear] Redeemer's praise | | | | | | | |
167b | How sweet the name of Jesus sounds | | | | | | | |
168a | There is a land of pure delight | | | | | | | |
168b | Let worldly minds the world pursue | | | | | | | |
169a | Jerusalem, my glorious home | | | | | | | |
169b | To our Redeemer's glorious name, awake the sacred song | | | | | | | |
170a | Hark, the glad sound, the Savior comes | | | | | | | |
170b | Give me the wings of faith, to rise | | | | | | | |
171a | With stately [steady] towers and bulwarks strong | | | | | | | |
171b | Awake my soul, stretch every nerve | | | | | | | |
171c | Far from the world, O Lord, I [I'd] [we] flee | | | | | | | |
172a | I love to steal awhile away | | | | | | | |
172b | There is an hour of peaceful rest | | | | | | | |
172c | Great God, to thee my evening song | | | | | | | |
173a | Jesus, thine all victorious love | | | | | | | |
173b | Thou art the Way, to thee alone | | | | | | | |
173c | Once more, my soul, the rising day salutes thy waking eyes | | | | | | | |
174a | O, for a [an] heart to praise [love] my God | | | | | | | |
174b | Yes, I will bless thee, O my God | | | | | | | |
174c | O God, unseen, yet [but] ever near, thy presence | | | | | | | |
175a | Why should we boast of time to come | | | | | | | |
175b | High on a [the] throne of light, O Lord | | | | | | | |
175c | Jesus, to thy dear wounds we flee | | | | | | | |
176a | Thou art my portion, O my God | | | | | | | |
176b | Great God, the nations of the earth Are by creation thine | | | | | | | |
176c | Once more we bow before our God; Once more his blessing we ask | | | | | | | |
177a | When all thy [your] mercies, O my [our] God [gracious Lord] | | | | | | | |
177b | What glory gilds the sacred page | | | | | | | |
177c | Come, ye that love the Savior's name | | | | | | | |
178a | Father, whate'er of earthly bliss | | | | | | | |
178b | With joy we hail the sacred day | | | | | | | |
178c | Father of mercies, in thy [your] word | | | | | | | |
179a | Lord, in the morning thou shalt hear My voice ascending high | | | | | | | |
179b | Now from the altar of my heart [our hearts] | | | | | | | |
179c | Let him to whom we now belong | | | | | | | |
180a | I love the Lord, he heard my cries | | | | | | | |
180b | O why should gloomy thoughts arise | | | | | | | |
180c | According to Thy gracious word, In meek humility | | | | | | | |
181a | Come, let us lift our joyful eyes Up to the [To heavenly] courts above | | | | | | | |
181b | While shepherds watch [watched] their flocks by night | | | | | | | |
182a | Come, humble sinner, in whose breast | | | | | | | |
182b | I want a principle within | | | | | | | |
183a | O thou to whom all creatures bow | | | | | | | |
183b | Behold the sure foundation stone | | | | | | | |
183c | Try us, O God, and search the ground | | | | | | | |
184a | Salvation, O the joyful sound | | | | | | | |
184b | Let Zion's watchman all awake | | | | | | | |
184c | My Savior, my almighty Friend | | | | | | | |
185a | Ye golden lamps of heaven, farewell [adieu] | | | | | | | |
185b | All glory to the dying Lamb, And never ceasing praise | | | | | | | |
185c | Delightful work, young souls to win | | | | | | | |
186a | Thou dear Redeemer, dying Lamb | | | | | | | |
186b | Jesus the life, the truth, the way | | | | | | | |
186c | I would be thine, O take my heart | | | | | | | |
187a | If human kindness meets return | | | | | | | |
187b | Praise ye the Lord ye heavenly choirs | | | | | | | |
188a | God moves in a mysterious way | | | | | | | |
188b | Come Holy Ghost, our [my] [these] heart [hearts] inspire, Let us thy influence prove | | | | | | | |
188c | Lord, while for all mankind we pray | | | | | | | |
189a | Must Jesus bear the [his] cross alone | | | | | | | |
189b | Thou Rock of my salvation, haste | | | | | | | |
189c | Jesus, immortal King, arise | | | | | | | |
190 | My God, the spring of all my joys | | | | | | | |
191 | On Jordan's stormy [rugged] banks I stand, And cast a wishful eye | | | | | | | |