Hark, the glad sound, the Saviour comes Help, Lord, to whom for help I fly Help us, O Lord! thy yoke to wear He's blest, whose sins have pardon gain'd He shall descend like rain that cheers He that hath God his guardian made He who for men their surety stood Hold not thy peace, O Lord, our God Holy Ghost, dispel our sadness Holy Ghost, whose fire celestial How are thy servants blest, O Lord How blest are they whose hearts sincere How blest are they who still abide How blest is he who ne'er consents How blest the man, how safe from harm How blest the man whose heart is fill'd How happy then are they to whom How long wilt thou forget me, Lord How often have I wish'd that I How pleasant, how divinely fair How shall the young secure their hearts How shall we stand when Christ appears How sweet the name of Jesus sounds How sweet to leave the world awhile How vast must their advantage be I call to mind the days of old If friendless in the vale of tears I stray If some poor wand'ring child of thine If such the views which grace unfolds I love the Lord, he lent an ear I'm not asham'd to own my Lord In all the ways and works of God In heaven a rapt'rous song was heard Instruct me in thy statutes, Lord In token that thou shalt not fear It is the Lord who gives me all H. Jesus, our Lord, has wept and died Jesus shall reign where'er the sun :::::: :::: Let all the earth their voices raise Let children hear the mighty deeds Let thy grace, Lord. make me lowly Lift up your heads, eternal gates Light of those whose dreary dwelling Lo, he comes, with clouds descending Lo, in the east appears a star Long have we heard the joyful sound Look down, O Lord, and on our youth Lord, before thy throne we bend Lord, cause thy face on us to shine.. Lord, dismiss us with thy blessing Lord, how delightful 'tis to see Lord, I can suffer thy rebukes Lord, in the morning thou shalt hear Lord, let me know my term of days Lord, my strength, to thee I pray Lord, not to us, we claim no share Lord of the church, we humbly pray Lord, plant a principle within Lord, refresh us with thy blessing Lord, save me, for thy glorious name Lord, should we leave thy hallow'd feet Lord, thou hast call'd thy grace to mind Lord, thou wilt hear me when I pray Lord, we have made thy word our choice Lord, when I count thy mercies o'er Lord, when I lift my voice to thee Lord, when we bend before thy throne Lord, who's the happy man that may Lo, round the throne a glorious band Love divine all gifts excelling MIGHTY God! while angels bless thee My God and is thy table spread My God, my Father, blissful name My heart's best portion, Lord, art thou No God! the fool hath said No more, my God, I boast no more Not to the terrors of the Lord OBJECT of my first desire O bless the Lord, all ye who stand Oft from my youth, may Israel say O God, my God, in mercy hear O God of hosts, the mighty Lord O God, whose former mercies make O happy day, that fix'd my choice O happy they who know the Lord Par. 37 O Lord, amidst the raging tide O Lord, how long shall heathens hold O Lord, how many are my foes O Lord, I would delight in thee Ps. 119 O Lord, my best desires fulfil H. 120 O Lord, my life, my end, my way Par. 38 O Lord, our fathers oft have told Ps. 44 O Lord, our guard, our life, our way O Lord, our languid souls inspire O Lord, the Saviour and defence O Lord, unto my voice attend On thee I wait, 'tis on thy strength O praise the Lord with one consent O render thanks, and bless the Lord O that my people wisely would O thou, from whom all goodness flows O thou, to whom all creatures bow POUR down thy Spirit, gracious Lord Par. 45 www. Ps. 86 ww www www. www. www. TAKE Comfort, Christians, when your friends www www The hour of my departure's come www www There is a fountain fill'd with blood The statutes of the Lord are just Thy ways, O Lord, with wise design Thy sacred influence, Lord, we need This day is God's; let all the land Thy mercy, Lord, our only hope www. wwww www. www www. 'Tis finish'd-'twas Christ's latest voice To bless thy chosen race To God, the only wise To God your voice in anthems raise To heaven I made my mournful prayer To thee, O Lord, I cry, forlorn Try me, O Lord, thy searching eyes Up to the hills I lift mine eyes VAIN are the hopes the sons of men WE all, O Lord, have gone astray www. www www What, though sometimes surpris'd by fear... |