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I | Ye holy souls, in God rejoice | | | | | | | |
II | On God supreme our Hope depends | | | | | | | |
III | O for a shout of sacred joy | | | | | | | |
IV | Before Jehovah's awful Throne | | | | | | | |
V | Ye Priests of God, whose happy Days | | | | | | | |
VI | Not unto us we all disclaim | | | | | | | |
VII | O Thou, who when I did complain | | | | | | | |
VIII | Ye Nations, who the Globe divide | | | | | | | |
IX | I'll praise my Maker while I've Breath | | | | | | | |
X | Praise ye the Lord; 'Tis good to raise | | | | | | | |
XI | Hail, Father, whose creating Call | | | | | | | |
XII | Hail, God the Son, in Glory crown'd | | | | | | | |
XIII | Hail Holy Ghost, Jehovah, Third | | | | | | | |
XIV | Hail, Holy, Holy, Holy Lord! | | | | | | | |
XV | Rise, O my soul and leave the Ground | | | | | | | |
XVI | O God, thou bottomless Abyss | | | | | | | |
XVII | Jesu, behold the Wise from far | | | | | | | |
XVIII | Behold what wondrous Grace | | | | | | | |
XIX | Awake our Souls, away our Fears | | | | | | | |
XX | O King of glory, King of Peace | | | | | | | |
XXI | What equal Honours shall we bring | | | | | | | |
XXII | Come holy Spirit, send down those Beams | | | | | | | |
XXIII | We bless the Prophet of the Lord | | | | | | | |
XXIV | Behold we come, dear Lord, to thee | | | | | | | |
XXV | And must this Body die? | | | | | | | |
XXVI | Jesu, to thee my Heart I bow | | | | | | | |
XXVII | When all thy Mercies, o my God | | | | | | | |
XXVIII | My God,how endless is thy Love! | | | | | | | |
XXIX | Come ye that love the Lord | | | | | | | |
XXX | Join all the Names of Love and Power | | | | | | | |
XXXI | The Voice of my beloved sounds | | | | | | | |
XXXII | Dear Lord, my thankful heart revives | | | | | | | |
XXXIII | Almighty Maker, God! | | | | | | | |
XXXIV | Hail, glorious Angels, Heirs of Light | | | | | | | |
XXXV | Time, what an empty Vapour 'tis | | | | | | | |
XXXVI | Buried in Shadows of the Night | | | | | | | |
XXXVII | Blest be the Father and his Love | | | | | | | |
XXXVIII | O Jesu, why, why dost thou Love | | | | | | | |
XXXIX | How swiftly wafted in a Sigh | | | | | | | |
XL | O Jesu, source of calm repose | | | | | | | |
B.I | Amidst thy Wrath remember Love | | | | | | | |
B.II | O thou that hear'st when sinners cry | | | | | | | |
B.III | Thro' every Age, eternal God | | | | | | | |
B.IV | Lord, if thine eyes survey our faults | | | | | | | |
B.V | Wilt thou, O Lord, regard my Tears | | | | | | | |
B.VI | From whence these dire Portents around | | | | | | | |
B.VII | O throw away thy Rod! | | | | | | | |
B.VIII | Behold the Savior of Mankind | | | | | | | |
B.IX | Thou Lord my Power and Wisdom art | | | | | | | |
BXVI | With bended Knees and aking eyes | | | | | | | |
B.X | When rising from the Bed of Death | | | | | | | |
B.XI | With Joy we meditate the Grace | | | | | | | |
B.XII | Lord, how in Silence I despise | | | | | | | |
B.XIII | Long have I sat beneath the Sound | | | | | | | |
B.XIV | Thou Lamb of God, thou Prince of Peace | | | | | | | |
B.XV | How sad our State by Nature is | | | | | | | |
B.XVII | Lord, we confess our numerous Faults | | | | | | | |
B.XVIII | Lord Jesu, when, when shall it be | | | | | | | |
B.XIX | How heavy is the Night | | | | | | | |
B.XX | My Soul before thee prostrate lies | | | | | | | |
C.I | Behold the lofty sky | | | | | | | |
C.II | The spacious Firmament on high | | | | | | | |
C.III | Great God, the Heav'ns well order'd Frame | | | | | | | |
C.IV | On thee the Race of Man depends | | | | | | | |
C.Va | Thee, Lord, my Soul aspires to sing | | | | | | | |
C.Vb | Thou send'st, thy Creatures to sustain | | | | | | | |
C.Vc | The Moon to run her destin'd Space | | | | | | | |
C.Vd | These all own thy paternal Care | | | | | | | |
C.VI | When Israel freed from Pharoah's Hand | | | | | | | |
C.VIIa | Let every Creature join | | | | | | | |
C.VIIb | Let Earth and Ocean know | | | | | | | |
C.VIIc | Monarchs of wide Command | | | | | | | |
C.VIII | Hark, my dull Soul, how every Thing | | | | | | | |
C.IX | Regent of all the Worlds above | | | | | | | |
C.Xa | Author of Being, Source of Light | | | | | | | |
C.Xb | Scarce can our daring thought arise | | | | | | | |
C.Xc | Thou, Sole from Sole, command'st the Sun | | | | | | | |
C.Xd | O ye sweet Nurses of soft Dreams | | | | | | | |