The mem'ry of our dying Lord The mighty God, the wise and just The praise of Zion waits for thee The promise of my Father's love The ransom'd nations bow
The Saviour calls, let every ear
The Saviour speaks, let every ear
The short'liv'd day declines in haste
This spacious earth is all the Lord's
Thou whom my soul admires above Though nature's strength decay
Thrice happy man who fears the Lord Through all the various shifting scenes Through ev'ry age, eternal God! Thus far the Lord has led me on Thus far 'tis well, you read, you pray Thus I resolv'd before the Lord Thus saith the first, the great command Thus saith the high. and lofty One
Thy presence, everlasting God! Thy providence, Almighty God!
Thy goodness, Lord, our souls confess Tby name, Almighty Lord!
Thy service, Lord, is my delight Time, what an empty vapour 'tis Tis a point long to know
Tis by thy strength the mountains stand Tis from the treasures of his word To God I cried with mournful voice
ro God, my Saviour, and my king To God, the great, the ever bleat To God, the only wise
To God, the universal king To our Almighty Maker, God To our Redeemer's glorious name To praise the ever bounteous Lord To spend one sacred day
Triumphant, Lord, thy goodness reigns 'Twas on that dark, that doleful night 'Twas the commission of our Lord
Unshaken as the sacred hill
Unthinking mortals, ye must die
Unthinking wretch! how couldst thou hope &c. 632
Up to the hills I lift mine eyes
Up to the Lord that reigns on high
Vain are the hopes that rebels place Vain are the hopes the sons of men Vital spark of heav'nly flame
Wait, O my soul! thy Maker's will Was pride, alas! e'er made for man We bless the Lord, the just, the good We now beneath thy piercing sight We sing the glories of thy love Welcome all by sin opprest
What mean these jealousies and fears What scenes of horror and of dread What shall I render to my God? What shall the dying sinner do!
What voice is this, what lovely voice When Abram, full of sacred awe When all thy mercies, O my God When blooming youth is snatch'd away When God is nigh my faith is strong When God reveal'd his gracious name
When God's own people stand in need When I can read iny title clear
When I survey the wondrous cross When I with pleasing wonder stand When in the light of faith divine When Israel in the days of old When Israel through the desert pass'd When overwhelm'd with grief
When Sani on persecution bent
When some kind shepherd from his fold When we put off this fleshly load
Whence de our mournful thoughts arise
Where, for safety, shall I fly?
Where shall my wond'ring soul begin?
Where shall the guilty conscience go Where shall the man be found Where shall we go to seek and find Wherewith, O Lord, shall I draw near While carnal men with all their might While I am banish'd from thy house While men grow bold in wicked ways While on the verge of life I stand While the fields in all their pride Who has believ'd thy word
Who shall ascend thy heav'nly place Why do I thus perplex
Why do we mourn departing friends?
Why does your face, ye humble souls
Why doth the man of riches grow? Why Groops my soul with grief opprest?
Why should our mourning thoughts delight? Why should this earth delight us so? Why should we tarry or delay! Why sinks my weak, desponding mind? Why will ye lavish out your years? With all my pow'rs of heart and tongue
With earnest longings of the mind With fiery serpents greatly pain'd
With humble faith and bleeding hearts
With heart and voice unfeign'd
With humble fear, with sacred joy
With joy we meditate the grace
With pity, Lord, thy servant view With rev'rence let the saints appear
With songs and honcurs sounding loud Within thy churches, Lord
Witness, ye saints, that Christ is true
fo God, my Saviour, and my king To God, the great, the ever bleat To God, the only wise
To God, the universal king To our Almighty Maker, God To our Redeemer's glorious name To praise the ever bounteous Lord
To spend one sacred day
Triumphant, Lord, thy goodness reigns
'Twas on that dark, that doleful night 'Twas the commission of our Lord
Unshaken as the sacred hill
Unthinking mortals, ye must die
Unthinking wretch! how couldst thou hope &c. 632
Up to the hills I lift mine eyes
Up to the Lord that reigns on high
Vain are the hopes that rebels place Vain are the hopes the sons of men Vital spark of heav'nly flame
Wait, O my soul! thy Maker's will Was pride, alas! e'er made for man We bless the Lord, the just, the good We now beneath thy piercing sight We sing the glories of thy love Welcome all by sin opprest Welcome sweet day of rest
Well now my ignorance I see
What are possessions, fame, and pow'r What could your Redeemer do What equal honours shall we bring What mean these jealousies and fears What scenes of horror and of dread What shall I render to my God? What shall the dying sinner do! What voice is this, what lovely voice When Abram, full of sacred awe When all thy mercies, O my God When blooming youth is snatch'd away When God is nigh my faith is strong When God reveal'd his gracious name When God's own people stand in need When I can read my title clear
When I survey the wondrous cross When I with pleasing wonder stand When in the light of faith divine When Israel in the days of old When Israel through the desert pass'd When overwhelm'd with grief
When Sani on persecution bent
When some kind shepherd from his fold When we put off this fleshly load Whence de our mournful thoughts arise Where, for safety, shall I fly?
Where shall my wond'ring soul begin? Where shall the guilty conscience go Where shall the man be found Where shall we go to seek and find Wherewith, O Lord, shall I draw near While carnal men with all their might While I am banish'd from thy house While men grow bold in wicked ways While on the verge of life I stand While the fields in all their pride Who has believ'd thy word
Who shall ascend thy heav'nly place Why do I thus perplex
Why do we mourn departing friends? Why does your face, ye humble souls Why doth the man of riches grow?" Why Groops my soul with grief opprest? Why should our mourning thoughts delight? Why should this earth delight us so? Why should we tarry or delay! Why sinks my weak, desponding mind? Why will ye lavish out your years?
With all my pow'rs of heart and tongue
With earnest longings of the mind With fiery serpents greatly pain'd
With heart and voice unfeign'd
With humble fear, with sacred joy
With humble faith and bleeding hearts
With joy we meditate the grace With pity, Lord, thy servant view With rev'rence let the saints appear With songs and honcurs sounding loud Within thy churches, Lord
Witness, ye saints, that Christ is true
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