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Page. --- The happy morn is come!
The last loud trumpet's wondrous sound
105 The Lord is risen from the dead : on
120 The Lord is risen indeed!
w 191 & 192 The Lord my pasture shali prepare,
312 The Lord our God is full of might: The Lord our God is Lord of all, (2nd Part.) The mighty flood that rolls along (3rd Part.) 209 The morning flowers display their sweets, a 265 Then the guilty great, or wise, (2nd Part.)
239 There is a fountain fill'd with blood,
94 There is a land of pure delight, co
276 There were shepherds (Anthem.) The rolling year has sped away:
147 The spacious firmament on high,
291 The things eternal I pursue ; (2nd Fart.) - 269 The wing of time hath brush'd away.
314 Think, o my soul! devoutly think, (2nd Part.) 235 This is the day the Lord hath made :
159 Though the morn may be serene,
230 Though troubles assail, and dangers affright; 302 Thou wretched man of sorrow,
331 Thou God of power and God of love!
82 Thou Great First Cause ; least understood ! .
292 Thou hidden love of God, whose height,
JIS Thou hidden Source of calm repose,
139 Thou, Man of griefs remember me,
282 Thou Object of our strong desire !
283 Thou, who for me didst feel such pain; (2nd Part. 243 Thou, wretched man of sorrow!
331 To God the only wise ; To Him who little children took, (2nd Part.) 196 Tell them “ I am ;” Jehovah said
, i819 To Thee, my God and Saviour ! . . i 273
'Twas from Thy hand, my God! I came, on
Upon my father's new closed grave
Wait, O my soul, thy Maker's will:
When, in the hours of lonely woe,
When man grows bold in sin,
46 When, marshall'd on the nightly plain,
160 When my weakness would persuade, (2nd Fart.) 263 When pining sickness wastes the frame,
186 When rising from the bed of death, When to Thy throne I raise my cry, When vexing thoughts within me rise, (2nd Fant.) 164 When worn with sickness, oft hast Thou, (2nd Part.) 258 Where are our fathers ? whither gone (4th Part.) 210 Where high the heavenly temple stands,
178 While in the east yon cheering ray,
264 While others crowd the house of mirth,
182 While, with ceaseless course, the sun
109 Whom man forsakes Thou wilt not leave, (2nd Part.) 142 Why do the wealthy wicked boast,
47 Why do we mourn departed friends,
211 Why pourest thou forth thine anxious plaint, 220 Why should I fear the darkest hour,
95 Why those fears ?-behold, 'lis Jesus
217 Why will my Father hide His face, .
Ye holy souls, in God rejoice:
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