# | Text | Tune | | | | | | |
HI | How glorious is our heavenly King | | | | | | | |
HII | I sing th' almighty power of God | | | | | | | |
HIII | Blest be the wisdom and the power | | | | | | | |
HIV | Whene'er I take my walks abroad | | | | | | | |
HV | Great God, to thee my voice I raise | | | | | | | |
HVI | Lord, I ascribe it to thy grace | | | | | | | |
HVII | Great God, with wonder and with praise | | | | | | | |
HVIII | The praises of my tongue | | | | | | | |
HIX | Almighty God, thy piercing eye | | | | | | | |
HX | There is a God that reigns above | | | | | | | |
HXI | There is beyond the sky | | | | | | | |
HXII | Happy the child whose youngest years | | | | | | | |
HXIII | Why should I say, "'Tis yet too soon | | | | | | | |
HXIV | What blest examples do I find | | | | | | | |
HXV | O 'tis a lovely thing for youth | | | | | | | |
HXVI | Let dogs delight to bark and bite | | | | | | | |
HXVII | Whatever brawls disturb the street | | | | | | | |
HXVIII | Our tongues were made to bless the Lord | | | | | | | |
HXIX | Angels, that high in glory dwell | | | | | | | |
HXX | How doth the little busy bee | | | | | | | |
HXXI | Why should I join with those in play | | | | | | | |
HXXII | Why should our garments, made to hide | | | | | | | |
HXXIII | Let children that would fear the Lord | | | | | | | |
HXXIV | Why should I love my sports so well | | | | | | | |
HXXV | My God, who makes the sun to know | | | | | | | |
HXXVI | And now another day is gone | | | | | | | |
HXXVII | This is the day when Christ arose | | | | | | | |
HXXVIII | Lord, how delightful 'tis to see | | | | | | | |
HXXIX | Thou shalt have no more Gods but me | | | | | | | |
HXXX | With all thy soul love God above | | | | | | | |
HXXXI | Be you to others kind and true | | | | | | | |
HXXXII | Love God with all your soul and strength | | | | | | | |
HXXXIII | Hosanna to king David's son | | | | | | | |
HXXXIV | Hosanna to the Prince of Grace | | | | | | | |
HXXXV | Hosanna to the Son | | | | | | | |
HXXXVI | To God the Father, God the Son | | | | | | | |
HXXXVII | Now let the Father and the Son | | | | | | | |
HXXXVIII | Give to the Father praise | | | | | | | |
SI | 'Tis the voice of the Sluggard: I heard him complain | | | | | | | |
SII | Abroad in the meadows, to see the young lambs | | | | | | | |
SIII | How fair is the Rose! what a beautiful flower! | | | | | | | |
SIV | Why should I deprive my neighbour | | | | | | | |
SV | These Emmets, how little they are in our eyes! | | | | | | | |
SVI | Though I'm now in younger days | | | | | | | |
SVII | How fine has the day been! how bright was the sun! | | | | | | | |
SVIII | Hush, my dear! Lie still, and slumber! | | | | | | | |
[This hymnal has not been proofed - data may be incomplete or incorrect]