# | Text | Tune | | | | | | |
CXXVIa | When God restor'd our captive state | | | | | | | |
CXXVIb | When God reveal'd his gracious name | | | | | | | |
CXXVIIa | If God succeed not, all the cost | | | | | | | |
CXXVIIb | If God to build the house deny | | | | | | | |
CXXVIII | O happy man, whose soul is fill'd | | | | | | | |
CXXIX | Up from my youth, may Israel say | | | | | | | |
CXXXa | Out of the deeps of long distress | | | | | | | |
CXXXb | From deep distress and troubled thoughts | | | | | | | |
CXXXI | Is there ambition in my heart? | | | | | | | |
CXXXIIa | Where shall we go to seek and find | | | | | | | |
CXXXIIb | No sleep nor slumber to his eyes | | | | | | | |
CXXXIIIa | Lo, what an entertaining sight | | | | | | | |
CXXXIIIb | Blest are the sons of peace | | | | | | | |
CXXXIIIc | How pleasant 'tis to see | | | | | | | |
CXXXIV | Ye that obey th' immortal King | | | | | | | |
CXXXVa | Praise ye the Lord, exalt his name | | | | | | | |
CXXXVb | Great is the Lord, exalted high | | | | | | | |
CXXXVc | Awake, ye saints: To praise your King | | | | | | | |
CXXXVIa | Give thanks to God, the sovereign Lord | | | | | | | |
CXXXVIb | Give thanks to God most high | | | | | | | |
CXXXVIc | Give to our God immortal praise | | | | | | | |
CXXXVII | Along the banks where Babel's current flows | | | | | | | |
CXXXVIII | With all my powers of heart and tongue | | | | | | | |
CXXXIXa | Lord, thou hast search'd and seen me thro' | | | | | | | |
CXXXIXb | 'Twas from thy hand, my God, I came | | | | | | | |
CXXXIXc | My God, what inward grief I feel | | | | | | | |
CXXXIXd | In all my vast concerns with thee | | | | | | | |
CXXXIXe | When I with pleasing wonder stand | | | | | | | |
CXXXIXf | Lord, when I count thy mercies o'er | | | | | | | |
CXL | Protect us, Lord, from fatal harm | | | | | | | |
CXLI | My God, accept my early vows | | | | | | | |
CXLII | To God I made my sorrows known | | | | | | | |
CXLIII | My righteous Judge, my gracious God | | | | | | | |
CXLIVa | For ever blessed be the Lord | | | | | | | |
CXLIVb | Lord, what is man, poor feeble man | | | | | | | |
CXLIVc | Happy the city, where their sons | | | | | | | |
CXLVa | My God, my King, thy various praise | | | | | | | |
CXLVb | Long as I live I'll bless thy name | | | | | | | |
CXLVc | Sweet is the memory of thy grace | | | | | | | |
CXLVd | Let every tongue thy goodness speak | | | | | | | |
CXLVIa | Praise ye the Lord, my heart shall join | | | | | | | |
CXLVIb | I'll praise my Maker with my breath | | | | | | | |
CXLVIc | Praise ye the Lord; 'tis good to raise | | | | | | | |
CXLVIIa | Let Zion praise the mighty God | | | | | | | |
CXLVIIb | With songs and honours sounding loud | | | | | | | |
CXLVIIIa | Ye tribes of Adam, join | | | | | | | |
CXLVIIIb | Loud Hallelujahs to the Lord | | | | | | | |
CXLVIIIc | Let every creature join | | | | | | | |
CXLIX | All ye that love the Lord, rejoice | | | | | | | |
CL | In God's own house pronounce his praise | | | | | | | |
D.I | To God the Father, God the Son | | | | | | | |
D.II | Let God the Father, and the Son | | | | | | | |
D.III | The God of mercy be adored | | | | | | | |
D.IV | Ye angels round the throne | | | | | | | |
D.V | Now to the great and sacred three | | | | | | | |
D.VI | To God the Father's throne | | | | | | | |
H.I | Behold the glories of the Lamb | | | | | | | |
H.II | Behold, the grace appears! | | | | | | | |
H.III | Naked as from the earth we came | | | | | | | |
H.IV | Let every mortal ear attend | | | | | | | |
H.V | How beauteous are their feet | | | | | | | |
H.VI | Who shall the Lord's elect condemn | | | | | | | |
H.VII | Oh, let me hear my Saviour say | | | | | | | |
H.VIII | Hosanna to the royal Son | | | | | | | |
H.IX | Blest be the everlasting God | | | | | | | |
H.X | Behold what wondrous grace | | | | | | | |
H.XI | Jehovah speaks — let Israel hear! | | | | | | | |
H.XII | Ye sons of Adam, vain and young | | | | | | | |
H.XIII | Now in the heat of youthful blood | | | | | | | |
H.XIV | Vain are the hopes, the sons of men | | | | | | | |
H.XV | Not all the outward forms on earth | | | | | | | |
H.XVI | Nor eye hath seen nor ear hath heard | | | | | | | |
H.XVII | Deceiv'd by subtle snares of hell | | | | | | | |
H.XVIII | Lord, how secure my conscience lay | | | | | | | |
H.XIX | Thus saith the first, the great, command | | | | | | | |
H.XX | The potter moulds the pliant clay | | | | | | | |
H.XXI | The law by Moses came | | | | | | | |
H.XXII | Christ and his cross are all our theme | | | | | | | |
H.XXIII | Thus saith the mercy of the Lord | | | | | | | |
H.XXIV | With joy we meditate the grace | | | | | | | |
H.XXV | Saints, at your heavenly Father's word | | | | | | | |
H.XXVI | Behold how sinners disagree | | | | | | | |
H.XXVII | So let our lips and lives express | | | | | | | |
H.XXVIII | Let Pharisees of high esteem | | | | | | | |
H.XXIX | Had I the tongues of Greeks and Jews | | | | | | | |
H.XXX | My thoughts on awful subjects roll | | | | | | | |
H.XXXI | Why should we mourn departing friends | | | | | | | |
H.XXXII | Once more, my soul, the rising day | | | | | | | |
H.XXXIII | Dread Sovereign, let my evening song | | | | | | | |
H.XXXIV | Welcome, sweet day of rest | | | | | | | |
H.XXXV | Stoop down, my thoughts, which use to rise | | | | | | | |
H.XXXVI | How short and hasty is our life | | | | | | | |
H.XXXVII | Come, holy Spirit, heavenly Dove | | | | | | | |
H.XXXVIII | The great Redeemer's gone | | | | | | | |
H.XXXIX | With holy fear, and humble song | | | | | | | |
H.XL | How vain are all things here below! | | | | | | | |
H.XLI | Time, what an empty vapor 'tis! | | | | | | | |
H.XLII | Sing to the Lord ye heavenly hosts | | | | | | | |
H.XLIII | Hark, from the tombs, a doleful sound | | | | | | | |
H.XLIV | Blest morning, whose young, dawning rays | | | | | | | |