Thy presence, gracious God, afford There is a grassy bed Thus Lord, throughout my life would I Times without number have I prayed The Heathen perish day by day The crowd, the poor unthinking crowd Uncertain how the way to find Vital spark of heavenly flame When I survey the wond'rous cross Whither should our full souls aspire 188 When weeping Mary came to seek 192 194 When pulse beats low and cheeks grow pale 195 What poor despised company When through the torn sail the wild tempest 201 When gathering clouds around I view When swelling Jordan o'er us rolls . When by sin overwhelm'd, shame covers When in dark and dreadful gloom When on the margin of the grave Who is as the Christian great Who is the weak Believer who Worthy, O Lord, art thou Yonder-amazing sight! I see Young people all, attention give Ye happy souls whose peaceful minds Ye sons of war I pray draw near Ye soldiers of Jesus pray stand to, &c. Ye weary, heavy laden souls Ye jewels of my Master Yonder! see the Lord descending Ye virgin souls arise Ye servants of God, your Master proclaim |