Shine on our souls, eternal God Should famine o'er the mourning field Sing to the Lord, who loud proclaims Sinners! the voice of God regard So let our lips and lives express Songs of immortal praise belong
Spring up, my soul, with ardent flight
Sons of Adam! join to raise
Sov'reign of life, I own thy hand
Supreme and universal light
Sure there's a righteous God
Sure the blest comforter is nigh
Sweet is the friendly voice which speaks Sweet is the mem'ry of thy grace Sweet is the work, my God, my King
TEACH me, O teach me, Lord thy way
Teach me the measure of my days
Thanks for mercies past receive That awful hour will soon appear The darken'd sky, how thick it low'rs The day approaches, O my soul
The evils that beset our path
Thee we adore, eternal Name
The God, who once to Israel spoke The heart, dejected, sighs to know The hour of my departure's come The King of heav'n his table spreads The Lord, how fearful is his name The Lord, how kind are all his ways The Lord into his vineyard comes The Lord in Zion plac'd his name The Lord my pasture shall prepare The Lord of glory reigns supremely great The Lord of life, with glory crown'd The Lord, the Judge, his churches warns The man is ever blest
The man, whose firm and equal mind The mighty deep gives up her trust The morning flow'rs display their sweets
The promises I sing
The promise of my Father's love There is a glorious world on high There is a God all nature speaks There is a land of pure delight The rising morn, the closing day The Saviour calls; let ev'ry ear The Saviour, what a noble flame The spacious firmament on high - The swift declining day
Th' eternal Sov'reign from on high The trav❜ller lost in night
They, that have made their refuge God
Thine influence, Lord! is felt
This feast was Jesus' high behest This is the day the Lord hath made Those happy realms of joy and peace Thou art my portion, O my God Though nature's voice you must obey Thou hidden love of God, whose height
Thou, Lord, by mortal eyes unseen
Thou pow'r supreme, by whose command we live
Thou, Lord, through ev'ry changing scene
Thou suit'st, O Lord, thy righteous ways Thrice happy souls, who, born of heav'n
Through all the various shifting scene
Th' uplifted eye, and bended knee Thus far the Lord has led me on Thus God th' eternal Father, spake Thus spake the Saviour, when he sent Thy ceaseless, unexhausted love Thy gracious favour, Lord! display Thy presence, everlasting God' "Tis by the faith of joys to come "Tis finish'd!-so the Saviour cried To calm the sorrows of the mind To God, the only wise
To heav'n my longing soul! aspire To-morrow, Lord, is thine
To thee let my first off'rings rise
To thee, my God! my days are known
To thee, O God! my pray'r ascends To thee, O God! we homage pay
To those who fear and trust the Lord To your Creator God
Triumphant, Lord! thy goodness reigns 'Twas by an order from the Lord 'Twas for our sake, eternal God
'Twas God who hurl'd the rolling spheres 'Twas on that dreadful, doleful night UP to the Lord, who reigns on high Upward I lift mine eyes VAST are thy works, almighty Lord Vital spark of heav'nly flame WEARY of these low scenes of night
We feel thy awful chast'ning rod Welcome the hope of Israel's race We praise the Lord for heav'nly bread We sing th' almighty pow'r of God We sing the wise, the gracious plan What eyes like thine, eternal Sire What glory gilds the sacred page What mean these jealousies and fears What sinners value, I resign
What strange perplexities arise.
When darkness long has veil'd my When death appears before my sight When gloomy thoughts and fears When God reveal'd his gracious name
What works of wisdom, pow'r and love When Abrah'm full of sacred awe When all the pow'rs of nature fail When all thy mercies, O my God When blooming youth snatch'd away
When o'er the trodden paths of life When overwhelm'd with grief
When present suff'rings pain my heart When rising from the bed of death Wherefore should man, frail child of clay Where high the heav'nly temple stands Wherewith shall I approach the Lord While beauty clothes the fertile vale While some in folly's pleasures roll While sounds of war are heard around While thee I seek, protecting pow'r While to the grave our friends are borne Whilst sinners, who presume to bear Who, gracious Father! can complain Who shall against the Lord prevail Who shall ascend thy heav'nly place Why is my heart with grief opprest Why should this world delight us so Why sinks my weak desponding mind Why will ye lavish out your years With ecstacy of joy
With eye impartial, heav'ns high King
With humble heart and tongue
With joy we lift our eyes
With songs and honours sounding loud With transport, Lord! we view the page Worthy is he, that once was slain YE foll❜wers of the prince of peace
Ye golden lamps of heav'n! farewell Ye humble souls, approach your God Ye humble souls, complain no more Ye humble souls, that seek the Lord
Ye mourning saints, whose streaming tears Ye servants of the Lord
Ye trembling souls! dismiss your fears Ye weak inhabitants of clay
Ye works of God! on him alone
OF THE EVANGELICAL LUTHERAN SYNOD
OF THE STATE OF NEW-YORK,
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