My soul, thy great Creator praise
My thoughts surmount these lower skies
My thoughts, that often mount the skies
My times of sorrow and of joy
Naked as from the earth we came
Nature, with open volume stands
Nature, with all her powers, shall sing
No, I shall envy them no more
No more, my God, I boast no more
No sleep nor slumber to his eyes
Nor eye has seen, nor ear has heard
Not all the blood of beasts
Not all the outward forms on earth
Not from the dust affliction grows
Not with our mortal eyes
Now be my heart inspir'd to sing
Now begin the heavenly theme
Now for a tune of lofty praise
O bless the Lord, my soul
O Britain, praise thy mighty God
O come, thou wounded Lamb of God
O'er those gloomy hills of darkness
O Lord, my best desires fulfil
O Lord, our Lord, how wond'rous great
O love divine, how sweet thou art
O, my Lord, I've often mused
that the Lord would guide my ways
the Almighty Lord
the delights, the heav'nly joys
O thou, at whose almighty word
O thou, from whom all goodness flows
O what shall I do my Saviour to praise
O ye immortal throng
Once more, before we part
Once more, my soul, the rising day
On the mountain's top appearing
On thee, great Ruler of the skies
On what has now been sown
One there is above all others
One thing is needful, why should I
Our days, alas! our mortal days
Our God, how firm his promise stands
Our holy Father, all thy will
Our Lord is risen from the dead
Our praises, Lord, to thee ascend
Our Shepherd alone, the Lord let us bless
Our sins, alas! how strong they be
Our souls by love together knit
Pleasing spring again is here
Plug' in a gulph of dark despair
Praise, everlasting praise be paid
Remember, Lord, our mortal state
Rejoice, ye righteous, in the Lord
Repent, the voice celestial cries
Rejoice, the Lord is King
Rejoice, ye shining worlds on high
Rise, my soul, and stretch thy wings
Rock of ages, cleft for me
Rise, rise, my soul, and leave the ground
Safely through another week
Shepherd of Israel, thou dost keep
Shepherds rejoice, lift up your eyes
Shew pity, Lord, O Lord, forgive
Shine, mighty God, on Britain shine
Shout all our elder brethren
Since all the downward tracks of time
Since Jesus freely did appear
Sing Hallelujah! praise the Lord
Sing to the Lord Jehovah's name
Sing to the Lord, ye distant lands
Sing to the Lord, ye heav'nly hosts
Sinner, O why so thoughtless grown
Sinners, the gladsome tidings hear
Sleep, downy sleep, come close mine eye
So did the Hebrew prophet raise
So fair a face bedew'd with tears
So let our lips and lives express
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Some seraph, lend your heav'nly tongue
Son of God, thy blessing grant
Sons of God, triumphant rise
Sons of men, behold from far
Songs of immortal praise belong
Source of light and power divine
Stand up, my soul, shake off thy fears
Stern winter throws his icy chains
Stoop down, my thoughts, that use to rise
Stop, poor sinner, stop and think
Stretch'd on the cross, the Saviour dies
The Lord, descending from above
The Lord is my Shepherd, my Guardian, and Guide
Thy mercy, my God, is the theme of my song
Time by moments steals away
Time, what an empty vapour 'tis
'Tis a point I long to know
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