# | Text | Tune | | | | | | |
DI | The spring, great God, at thy command | | | | | | | |
DII | How hast thou Lord, from year to year | | | | | | | |
DIII | O the immense, th' amazing height | | | | | | | |
DIV | To praise the ever bounteous Lord | | | | | | | |
DV | See how the little toiling ant | | | | | | | |
DVI | Stern winter throws his icy chains | | | | | | | |
DVII | See, how rude winter's icy hand | | | | | | | |
DVIII | Eternal source of every joy! | | | | | | | |
DIX | Come, thou fount of every blessing | | | | | | | |
DX | Great God, we sing that mighty hand | | | | | | | |
DXI | God of my life, to thee belong | | | | | | | |
DXII | I my Ebenezer raise | | | | | | | |
DXIII | Since Jesus freely did appear | | | | | | | |
DXIV | Kindred in Christ, for his dear sake | | | | | | | |
DXV | For a season called to part | | | | | | | |
DXVI | Thy presence, everlasting God | | | | | | | |
DXVII | How soft the words my Savior speaks! | | | | | | | |
DXVIII | Ye hearts with youthful vigor warm | | | | | | | |
DXIX | Now let a true ambition rise | | | | | | | |
DXX | Must all the charms of nature then | | | | | | | |
DXXI | With humble heart and tongue | | | | | | | |
DXXII | Now let our hearts conspire to raise | | | | | | | |
DXXIII | Blest is the man whose heart expands | | | | | | | |
DXXIV | Eternal God, enthroned on high | | | | | | | |
DXXV | See, gracious God, before thy throne | | | | | | | |
DXXVI | When Abraham, full of sacred awe | | | | | | | |
DXXVII | Lord, how shall wretched sinners dare | | | | | | | |
DXXVIII | While o'er our guilty land, O Lord | | | | | | | |
DXXIX | To thee, who reign'st supreme above | | | | | | | |
DXXX | On Britain, long a favor'd Isle | | | | | | | |
DXXXI | Great ruler of the earth and skies | | | | | | | |
DXXXII | Praise to the Lord, who bows his ear | | | | | | | |
DXXXIII | Praise to the Lord, whose mighty hand | | | | | | | |
DXXXIV | To thee, almighty God, we bring | | | | | | | |
DXXXV | What hath God wrought! might Isreal say | | | | | | | |
DXXXVI | Lord, thou hast bid thy people pray | | | | | | | |
DXXXVII | Thou only center of my rest | | | | | | | |
DXXXVIII | Lord, I am paine'; but I resign | | | | | | | |
DXXXIX | Death, with his dread commission seal'd | | | | | | | |
DXL | Dost thou my profit seek | | | | | | | |
DXLI | A while remained the doubtful strife | | | | | | | |
DXLII | Sovereign of life, I own thy hand | | | | | | | |
DXLIII | Almighty maker of my frame | | | | | | | |
DXLIV | God of eternity, from thee | | | | | | | |
DXLV | Sovereign ruler of the skies | | | | | | | |
DXLVI | How long shall earth's alluring toys | | | | | | | |
DXLVII | How various and how new | | | | | | | |
DXLVIII | Eternity is just at hand | | | | | | | |
DXLIX | Thou God of glorious majesty! | | | | | | | |
DL | My thoughts, that often mount the skies | | | | | | | |
DLI | Ye virgin souls, arise | | | | | | | |
DLII | When death appears before my sight | | | | | | | |
DLIII | Lord, when we see a saint of thine | | | | | | | |
DLIV | While on the verge of life I stand | | | | | | | |
DLV | Lord, 'tis an infinite delight | | | | | | | |
DLVI | Thy life I read, my dearest Lord | | | | | | | |
DLVII | When blooming youth is snatch'd away | | | | | | | |
DLVIII | Ye mourning saints, whose streaming tears | | | | | | | |
DLIX | What scenes of horror and of dread | | | | | | | |
DLX | 'Tis finished, 'tis done! the spirit is fled | | | | | | | |
DLXI | Prepare me gracious God | | | | | | | |
DLXII | "Why flow these torrents of distress?" | | | | | | | |
DLXIII | Peace, 'tis the Lord Jehovah's hand | | | | | | | |
DLXIV | The God of love will sure indulge | | | | | | | |
DLXV | Heaven has confirm'd the great decree | | | | | | | |
DLXVI | Now let our drooping hearts rceive | | | | | | | |
DLXVII | Guide me, O thou great Jehovah! | | | | | | | |
DLXVIII | Why should our mourning thoughts delight | | | | | | | |
DLXIX | How long shall death the tyrant reign | | | | | | | |
DLXX | How great, how terrible that God | | | | | | | |
DLXXI | Methinks the last great day is come | | | | | | | |
DLXXII | And will the judge descend? | | | | | | | |
DLXXIII | Attend, my ear; my heart, rejoice | | | | | | | |
DLXXIV | When shall thy lovely face be seen? | | | | | | | |
DLXXV | Lo! he cometh! countless trumpets | | | | | | | |
DLXXVI | Lo! he comes with clouds descending | | | | | | | |
DLXXVII | Day of judgment, day of wonders | | | | | | | |
DLXXVIII | He comes! he comes! to judge the world | | | | | | | |
DLXXIX | When thou my righteous judge shall come | | | | | | | |
DLXXX | Lord, when I read the traitor's doom | | | | | | | |
DLXXXI | Sinner, O why so thoughtless grown? | | | | | | | |
DLXXXII | In what confusion earth appears | | | | | | | |
DLXXXIII | Come, Lord, and warm each languid heart | | | | | | | |
DLXXXIV | On Jordan's stormy banks I stand | | | | | | | |
DLXXXV | On wings of faith, mount up my soul and rise | | | | | | | |
DLXXXVI | Awake, ye saints, and raise your eyes | | | | | | | |
DLXXXVII | O for a sweet inspiring ray | | | | | | | |
DLXXXVIII | Earth has engross'd my love too long | | | | | | | |