Glory to thee, Almighty Lord
Glory to thee, my God, this night
Go, worship at Immanuel's feet
God, in his earthly temple lays
God is a Spirit, just and wise
God is the refuge of his saints
God moves in a mysterious way
God of eternal love
God of love, whose truth and grace
God of my childhood and my youth
God of my life! thy constant care
God of my life, thy various praise
God of my life, to thee
God of my strength, to thee I cry
God, who in various methods told
Good is the Lord, the heav'nly King
Grace, how exceeding sweet to those
Grace, 'tis a charming sound
Great God, attend while Sion sings
Great God, at thy command
Great God, at whose all powerful call
Great God, did pious Abr'am pray
Great God, how infinite art thou
Great God, I own thy sentence just
Great God, let all my tuneful powers
Great God, my early vows to thee
Great God, now condescend
Great God, the nations of the earth
Great God, this sacred day of thine
Great God, to thee my evening song
Great God, what do we see and hear
Great God, when heaven and earth and seas
Great God, whose universal sway
Great is the Lord; his works of might
Great Lord of angels, we adore
Great Ruler of the earth and skies
Great Shepherd, who didst condescend
Great was the day, the joy was great
Guide me, O thou great Jehovah
Guilty and vile, before my God
Hail, everlasting spring
Hail, sov'reign grace, that first began
Hail the day, that sees him rise
Hail, thou once despised Jesus
Happy beyond description he (P. M.)
Happy beyond description he (C. M.)
Happy is he that fears the Lord
Happy soul, thy days are ended
Happy the friend of God and mau
Happy the man who finds the grace
Happy the heart where graces reign
Happy the man, to whom his God
Hark, hark! the gospel trumpet sounds
Hark! how the watchmen cry
Hark! from the tomb a doleful sound
How did my heart rejoice to hear
How firm a foundation, ye saints of the Lord
How happy is our peaceful lot
How happy the sorrowful man
How heavy is the night
How lovely, how divinely sweet
How oft have sin and satan strove
How pleasant, how divinely fair
How pleas'd and blest was I
How sad our state by nature is
How shall I praise the eternal God
How shall we, Lord, secure our hearts
How short and hasty is our life
How should the sons of Adam's race
How soft the words my Saviour speaks
How strong thine arm is, mighty God
How sweet and awful is the place
How sweet the name of Jesus sounds
I shall not always make my moan
I sing my Saviour's wond'rous death
I will arise, and go to my Father
If God succeed not, all the cost
I'll praise my Maker with my breath
I'll speak the honours of my King
Impressive view, while life we trace
In all my troubles, sharp and strong
In cheerful songs of artless praise
In God's own house, pronounce his praise
In Gabriel's hand a mighty stone
In heaven the rapt'rous song began
In the soft season of thy youth
In vain my fancy strives to paint
In vain we lavish out our lives
In this world of sin and sorrow
Indulgent sovereign of the skies
Jesus shall reign where'er the sun
Jesus, upon our children lay
Jesus, Saviour! we adore thee
Jesus, that sweet, that charming name
Jesus, thou sovereign Lord of all
Jesus, thy blood and righteousness
Jesus, we bless thy Father's name
Jesus, where'er thy people meet
Jesus, who died a world to save
Jesus, who died the world to save
Jesus, with all thy saints above
Jesus! within thy courts we meet
Jehovah reigns, his throne is high
Jehovah speaks, let Israel hear
Jerusalem, my happy home
Join all the glorious names
Join, ye redeemed heirs of grace
Joy to the world, the Lord is come
Let me but hear my Saviour say
Let me dwell on Golgotha
Let party names no more
Let the bold sceptic still deride
Let them neglect thy glory, Lord
Let Zion's watchmen all awake
Lift your heads, ye friends of Jesus
Lift up your heads, in joyful hope
Life is the time to serve the Lord
Light of those, whose dreary dwelling
Lo! he comes, with clouds descending
Lo! he cometh! countless trumpets
Lo! our Jesus, now ascended
Lo! the young tribes of Adam rise
Lo, what a glorious sight appears
Lo! what an entertaining sight
Look up, ye saints, direct your eyes
Long as I live I'll bless thy name
Long have I sat beneath the sound
Lord, shall we part with gold for dross
Lord, thou hast search'd and seen me through
Lord, thou wilt hear me when I pray
Lord, 'tis a pleasant thing to stand
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