# | Text | Tune | | | | | | |
101 | Come, listen to the voice of God | | | | | | | |
102 | When all thy mercies, O my God | GENEVA | | | | | | |
103 | The Lord our God is Lord of all | | | | | | | |
104 | Exalt the Lord of God | EXALTATION | | | | | | |
105 | My Maker and my King | | | | | | | |
106 | To your Creator, God | AMITY | | | | | | |
107 | The promises I sing | | | | | | | |
108 | O for a shout of joy | | | | | | | |
109 | Ye boundless realms of joy | | | | | | | |
110 | We praise thee, God, with earliest morning ray | SABBATH | | | | | | |
111 | Father, thy wonders do not singly stand | | | | | | | |
112 | Since o'er thy footstool here below | FOUNTAIN | | | | | | |
113 | Greatest of beings, source of life | MEHUL | | | | | | |
114 | Let there be light, when from on high | | | | | | | |
115 | There seems a voice in every gale | | | | | | | |
116 | Thou, Lord, who rearest the mountains' height | GERMANY | | | | | | |
117 | God, thou art good, each perfumed flower | | | | | | | |
118 | Though wandering in a stranger land | | | | | | | |
119 | With glory clad, with strength arrayed | | | | | | | |
120 | How shall we praise thee, Lord of light | | | | | | | |
121 | The spacious firmament on high | | | | | | | |
122 | The turf shall be my fragrant shrine | | | | | | | |
123 | Thou art, O God, the life and light | STONEFIELD | | | | | | |
124 | Thy glory, Lord, the heavens declare | | | | | | | |
125 | Lord, when my raptured thought surveys | WARWICK | | | | | | |
126 | The world has much of beautiful | | | | | | | |
127 | God, in the high and holy place | | | | | | | |
128 | Lord, thou art good, all nature shows | CAMBRIDGE | | | | | | |
129 | There is a book who runs may read | | | | | | | |
130 | Hail, great Creator, wise and good | | | | | | | |
131 | Beyond, beyond the boundless sea | KELLER | | | | | | |
132 | Ye realms below the skies | LENOX | | | | | | |
133 | Ye tribes of Adam join | | | | | | | |
134 | In each breeze that wanders free | NUREMBERG | | | | | | |
135 | Earth, with her ten thousand flowers | | | | | | | |
136 | Praise the high, the holy One | | | | | | | |
137 | Source of being, Source of light | GODDARD | | | | | | |
138 | Glory be to God on high | | | | | | | |
139 | Praise the Lord, ye heavens adore him | WORTHING | | | | | | |
140 | On the dewy breath of even | | | | | | | |
141 | Here we meet with joy together | | | | | | | |
142 | What glory gilds the sacred page | HUNTLEY | | | | | | |
143 | Hail, sacred truth, whose piercing rays | | | | | | | |
144 | Father of mercies, in thy word | | | | | | | |
145 | Word of the ever living God | | | | | | | |
146 | Lord, I have made thy word my choice | | | | | | | |
147 | Lamp of our feet, whereby we trace | | | | | | | |
148 | How precious is the book divine | | | | | | | |
149 | The starry firmament on high | BURCHMORE | | | | | | |
150 | The heavens declare thy glory | | | | | | | |
151 | When Isr'l through the desert passed | | | | | | | |
152 | Upon the gospel's sacred page | | | | | | | |
153 | Behold the morning sun | SHIRLAND | | | | | | |
154 | O Lord, thy perfect word | | | | | | | |
155 | It is the one true light | | | | | | | |
156 | With humble heart and tongue, my God | CUMBERLAND | | | | | | |
157 | I love the volume of thy word | | | | | | | |
158 | Inspirer of the ancient seers | | | | | | | |
159 | Darkness o'er the world was brooding | CUSHING | | | | | | |
160 | Come, Thou long-expected Jesus | | | | | | | |
161 | Watchman, tell us of the night | BATH | | | | | | |
162 | Hark, the herald angels sing | | | | | | | |
163 | While shepherds watched their flocks by night | | | | | | | |
164 | Calm on the listening ear of night | | | | | | | |
165 | Hark, the glad sound, the Saviour comes | | | | | | | |
166 | Now gird your patient loins again | | | | | | | |
167 | Joy to the world! the Lord is come! | | | | | | | |
168 | Jesus has lived, and we would bring | | | | | | | |
169 | Hark! hark! with harps of gold | HAYDN | | | | | | |
170 | Thou fairest Child divine | SABBATH EVENING | | | | | | |
171 | Gift of thy Father's grace | | | | | | | |
172 | See from on high a light divine | | | | | | | |
173 | Lord, in whose might the Saviour trod | SOUTHFIELD | | | | | | |
174 | Fear was within the tossing bark | | | | | | | |
175 | The Aged sufferer waited long | | | | | | | |
176 | The Saviour, what a noble flame was kindled | ELIOT | | | | | | |
177 | As oft, with worn and weary feet | HARMONY GROVE | | | | | | |
178 | Messiah Lord, who, wont to dwell | | | | | | | |
179 | On eyes that never saw the day | | | | | | | |
180 | How sweetly flowed the gospel's sound | | | | | | | |
181 | Behold the blind their sight receive | | | | | | | |
182 | On the dark wave of Galilee | | | | | | | |
183 | See how he loved, exclaimed the Jews | | | | | | | |
184 | What are these soul-reviving strains | | | | | | | |
185 | Ride on, ride on in majesty | | | | | | | |
186 | Lord, in thy garden agony | DANA | | | | | | |
187 | The morning dawns upon the place | | | | | | | |
188 | Behold the man, by all condemned | | | | | | | |
189 | Have we no tears to shed for him | | | | | | | |
190 | Dark were the paths our Master trod | | | | | | | |
191 | O who like thee so humbly bore the scorn | | | | | | | |
192 | The sage his cup of hemlock quaffed | | | | | | | |
193 | Holy Son of God, most high | HANDEL | | | | | | |
194 | In the Saviour's hour of death | | | | | | | |
195 | Stricken, smitten and afflicted | | | | | | | |
196 | Alas, and did my Saviour bleed? | | | | | | | |
197 | Burden of shame and woe | | | | | | | |
198 | Morning breaks upon the tomb | LAUDAMUS | | | | | | |
199 | Christ, the Lord, is risen to-day | | | | | | | |
200 | Angels, roll the rock away | | | | | | | |