Lord, we come before thee now
Lord, we confess our num'rous faults,
Lord, what a heaven of saving grace
Lord, when my thoughts delight
Lord, when my thoughts with wonder
May he, by whose kind care we meet - 282
May the
grace of Christ our Saviour
Mortals, awake, with angels join
My dear Redeemer, and my Lord, -
My God, how endless is thy love -
My God! how excellent thy grace-
My God, my everlasting hope
My God, my King, thy various praise- 20
My God permit me not to be
My God, permit my tongue
My God, the spring of all my joys,-
My helper God! I bless his name
My shepherd will supply my need-
My soul how lovely is the place
My Saviour, my almighty friend
My soul repeat his praise
No more, my God, I boast no more
No more of works I vainly boast
Not all the blood of beasts
Not all the outward forms on earth
Not from the dust affliction grows
Not to the terrors of the Lord,
Not with our mortal eyes
Nothing but thy blood, O Jesus
Now begin the heavenly theme.
Now for a tune of lofty praise
Now, in a song of grateful praise,
Now in the heat of youthful blood
Now let our mourning hearts revive, - 443
Now Lord, inspire the preacher's heart, 257
Now may the Spirit's holy fire
Now to the Lord a noble song!
Of thy love some gracious token
On what has now been sown
Once more before we part-
Once more, my soul, the rising day
Our God, how firm his promise stands
Our God, our help in ages past -
Our Lord is risen from the dead-
Our shepherd alone, the Lord let us
Our souls by love together knit -
Past is the dire decree! to die
Plung'd in a gulph of dark despair
Praise, everlasting praise be paid
Praise the Lord who died to save us
Praise the Lord who reigns above
Praise ye the Lord, 'tis good to raise
Prayer was appointed to convey
Raise your triumphant songs
Rejoice, the Lord is King,
Rejoice, ye righteous, in the Lord
Remember, Lord, our mortal state,
Rich grace, free grace, most sweetly
Rise, my soul, and stretch thy wings,
Rock of ages, shelter me!
Salvation! O the joyful sound
Saviour, dear, while angels bless thee,
Saviour, visit thy plantation
See, gracious God, before thy throne
Shew pity, Lord, O Lord, forgive
Shine, mighty God, in Britain shine
Sing to the Lord Jehovah's name,
Sinners hear the Saviour's call
Sinner, O why so thoughtless grown? 141
Sinners, obey the gospel-word,
Sinners, the glad some tidings hear
Sinners, the voice of God regard
Sinner, will ye scorn the message,
So let our lips and lives express
Son of God, thy blessing grant,
Source of light and power divine,
Stand up my soul, shake off thy fears,
Stop, poor sinner! stop and think
Surely, Christ, thy griefs hath borne
Sweet is the memory of thy grace
Sweet is the work, my God, my King,
Sweet the moments, rich in blessing
Sweet to rejoice in lively hope
Teach me the measure of my days,
Thankful for thy kind permission
Thanks to thy name, O Lord, that we
The gathering clouds with aspect dark, 422
The God of Abraham praise,
The God of Jacob chose the hill
The God, who once to Israel spoke
The gospel brings tidings to each
The heavens declare thy glory, Lord,
The law commands, and makes us know 119
The Lord descending from above, 227
The Lord is come, the heavens proclaim 80
The Lord my pastures shall prepare,
The Lord of earth and sky,
The Lord of glory is my light,
The Lord, the judge, before his throne
The memory of our dying Lord
The praise of Sion waits for thee
The saints should never be dismay'd
The Saviour to glory is gone,
The sons of Abraham all did pass
The spacious firmament on high
The true Messiah now appears,
Thee we adore, eternal name,
There is a fountain, filled with blood
There is a house not made with hands,
There is a land of pure delight
This God is the God we adore,
This is the day the Lord hath made -
This is the word of truth and love,
Thou dear Redeemer, dying lamb
Thou Shepherd of Israel divine
Thou whom my soul admires above
Though God may delay to shew us
Though nature's strength decay
Thus far the Lord has led me on,
Thus far we're spared, again to meet
Thy favours, Lord, surprise our souls
Thy mercy, my God, is the theme of
'Tis a point 1 long to know
'Tis finish'd, the Redeemer said
'Tis religion that can give
'Tis sweet to think how
To God the great, the ever blest
To God the only wise
To heaven I lift my waiting eyes
To our almighty Maker God
Tothee our wants are known
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