# | Text | Tune | | | | | | |
101 | On thee each morning, O my God | | | | | | | |
102 | O thou, whose tender mercy hears | | | | | | | |
103 | Our heavenly Father calls | | | | | | | |
104 | Peace, my complaining, doubting heart | | | | | | | |
105 | Plac'd on the verge of youth, my mind | | | | | | | |
106 | Should famine o'er the mourning field | | | | | | | |
107 | The earth and all the heavenly frame | | | | | | | |
108 | O resignation! heav'nly power! | | | | | | | |
109 | Remark, my soul, the narrow bounds | | | | | | | |
110 | There is a glorious world on high | | | | | | | |
111 | There is a house not made by hands | | | | | | | |
112 | "This do in mem'ry of your friend" | | | | | | | |
113 | Thou refuge of my weary soul | | | | | | | |
114 | Shall wisdom cry aloud | | | | | | | |
115 | Thy wisdom, power and goodness, Lord | | | | | | | |
116 | So let our lips and lives express | | | | | | | |
117 | To Jesus, our exalted Lord | | | | | | | |
118 | The days how few, how short the years | | | | | | | |
119 | When verdure clothes the fertile vale | | | | | | | |
120 | When sinners quit their wicked ways | | | | | | | |
121 | When doubts and fears prevailing rise | | | | | | | |
122 | When fainting in the sultry waste | | | | | | | |
123 | When sin and sorrow, fear and pain | | | | | | | |
124 | When I review the crooked ways | | | | | | | |
125 | When the blest Comforter is nigh | | | | | | | |
126 | Thou, Lord, by mortal eyes unseen | | | | | | | |
127 | When true religion gains a place | | | | | | | |
128 | Thus saith the first, the great command | | | | | | | |
129 | Whilst some in folly's pleasure roll | | | | | | | |
130 | To God, the only wise | | | | | | | |
131 | Whilst thee I seek, protecting Power | | | | | | | |
132 | What cannot resignation do? | | | | | | | |
133 | Why should the world's alluring toys | | | | | | | |
134 | With wonder, Lord, our souls proclaim | | | | | | | |
135 | With restless agitations tost | | | | | | | |
136 | Ye humble souls, approach your God | | | | | | | |
137 | Ye humble souls complain no more | | | | | | | |
138 | Ye wretched, hungry, starving poor | | | | | | | |
139 | Zeal is that pure and heavenly flame | | | | | | | |
140 | Not to condemn the sons of men | | | | | | | |
141 | Now to the Lord a noble song! | | | | | | | |
142 | O thou, by whose all-bounteous hand | | | | | | | |
143 | Praise to God, immortal praise | | | | | | | |
144 | Blest be the everlasting God | | | | | | | |
145 | Blest are the humble souls that see | | | | | | | |
146 | Naked as from the earth we came | | | | | | | |
147 | How beauteous are their feet | | | | | | | |
148 | My soul, awake, stretch every nerve | | | | | | | |
149 | Lord of the Sabbath, hear our vows | | | | | | | |
150 | Shepherds, rejoice, lift up your eyes | | | | | | | |
151 | Thou vain intruding world depart! | | | | | | | |
152 | Do not I love thee, O my Lord? | | | | | | | |
161 | Awake, my soul, and with the sun | | | | | | | |
162 | Lord all glorious, King omnipotent | | | | | | | |
163 | Glory to thee, my God, this night | | | | | | | |
164 | Thou vain intruding world, depart | | | | | | | |
166 | We praise thee, O God; we acknowledge thee to be the Lord | | | | | | | |