O, for a shout of sacred joy
O God! my Sun, thy blissful rays
O God of grace, before thy throne
O God! when we, to praise thy name
O God! on Thee we all depend
O God, to Thee we raise our eyes
O, how delightful is the road

Oh, my distrustful heart

O Lord, our king how excellent

Our Lord is risen from the dead

Wesley's Col.

119

Our shepherd alone, the Lord, let us bless Wesley's C.

133

Once more do we enjoy the sign
On Zion his most holy mount
One thing, with all my soul's desire
O thou, who art above all height
Oppress'd with sin, by frailty pain'd
O thou in whom the Gentiles trust
O praise the Lord, ye nations praise
Op'ner of the blinded eyes
O, Source of uncreated light

O thou, to whom all creatures bow
O thou, whose power

Out of the depths of sad distress
O Zion, tune thy voice

voice T.&Brady

O God, accept the sacred hour
O, let your mingling voices raise
O praise ye the Lord, prepare your glad
O thou, before whose gracious throne
O praise ye the Lord, prepare a new song
O, sing to the Lord a new song
PERPETUAL Source of light and grace
Plung'd in a gulf of dark despair

Proud

282

361

Rippon's Col.
Doddridge

404

432

J. Taylor

318

Poor, weak, and worthless though I am
Praise the Lord, who reigns above
Praise the Lord, ye heavens, adore him

Praise God from whom all blessings flow
Praise God, the sovereign King

507

Saviour of men and Lord of love

Doddridge

84

"See how he lov'd," exclaimed the Jews

Searcher of hearts, to Thee are known
See, Israel's gentle shepherd stand

See what a living stone

See, the bright monarch of the day
Shout to God in strains immortal
Shine forth, eternal Source of light
Shine on our souls, eternal God,
Shout, for the blessed Jesus reigns
Sing, ye redeemed of the Lord
Sing to the Lord ye distant lands
Sing the triumphs of your conquering
Sweet is the memory of thy grace
Soon will appear a brighter sky
Servants of God in joyful lays
So fair a face bedew'd with tears
Sovereign Lord of light and glory
Soon will our fleeting hours be past
Sweet is the friendly voice

Sweet is the work, O God, our King
Stretch'd on the cross, the Saviour dies
Supreme in wisdom, love, and grace
Sure thy name is wonderful

TEACH us, O teach us, Lord, thy way
'Tis by thy strength the mountains stand
'Tis finish'd, cried the Lamb of God
'Tis finish'd, so the Saviour cried
"Tis good to praise Jehovah's name
The blessed Jesus is my Lord
The common Parent, Lord of all
The earth is thine, Jehovah! thine
The gracious Saviour bow'd his head
The King of saints, how fair his face
The joyful, happy day, appears

Montgomery

383

Doddridge

216

Watts

338

D. Pickering
Whitfield's Col.
Merrick

421

61

430

The Lord is gracious to forgive

The Lord is our Shepherd, our Guardian

The Lord is my Shepherd, no want

Montgomery

371

The lofty pillars of the sky

The Lord my pasture shall prepare

The Lord my Shepherd is

The Lord on high proclaims
The Lord descended from above
Thee will I praise, O Lord in light

The heavens declare thy glory, Lord
The morning dawns; celestial light
The short-liv'd day declines in haste
The wonders, Lord, thy love has wrought
The Sun of righteousness appears
The Saviour calls, let every ear
The winter is over and gone
The voice of free grace cries, escape
They that mourn in dungeon gloom
There is a land of pure delight
There is a fountain fill'd with blood
These glorious minds how bright they
There is forgiveness, Lord, with thee
The trifling joys this world can give
The rising morn, the closing day
"This do in memory of your friend"
This God is the God we adore
This life's a dream, an empty show
Thine influence, mighty God, is felt
This is the day the Lord of life
Thou dear Redeemer, dying Lamb
Thou great, all-knowing, present God
Thou art, O God, the life and light
Through all the changing scenes of life
Though various names, O Lord, divide
Thy gracious aid, O God, impart
Thy kingdom, Lord, for ever stands
Thus saith the first and great command
Thus to believers, while below

Whitfield's Coll.

109

372

279

239

shine

Watts

341

Exeter Coll.

435

S. Thompson

440

Mrs. Steele

475

Salisbury Coll.

427

Thy name we extol, Jehovah, our King

S. Stennet
Proud

222

306

Thy ways, O Lord, with wise design
Thy law is perfect, Lord of light
Thy glory, Lord, the heavens declare
Though mortal shepherds dwell in dust
To thee, my God, my days are known
To our almighty Maker, God
To our Redeemer's glorious name
To calm the sorrows of the mind
To thee, our hearts, eternal King
To thee, O God, we homage pay
To God we 'll raise an evening song
To God, the only wise

To God, the great redeeming cause
'Twas on that dark, that mournful night
UNVEIL thy bosom faithful tomb
Upward we lift our eyes,

VITAL spark of heavenly flame
WELCOME sweet day of rest
We love the volumes of thy word
We sing thy mercy, God of love
With joy we meditate the grace
With solemn shout, we sing thy praise
With God our friend, the radiant sun
With songs and honours sounding loud
With warm affection let us view
With sacred joy we lift our eyes
With ecstacy of joy

With joyful hearts and tuneful songs
With one consent let all the earth
What blessings in the Lamb abound
What condescending grace and love
What equal honours shall we bring

What though no flowers the fig-tree clothe
What saving power, what grace divine
What wonders hath Jehovah wrought
What works of wisdom, power, and love
What heavenly wisdom has bestow'd
While many cry in nature's night
Whilst thee I seek,

Miss H. M. Williams

When marshall'd on the nightly plain
When Asia's mighty conqueror died
When I survey this world

When darkness long has veil'd the mind

Montgomery

49

462

H. K. White

470

When gloomy thoughts, and boding fears
When reft of all, and hopeless care
When the last trumpets awful voice

Mrs. Steele

457

Drummond

458

While in this wilderness

Proud

315

When in obedience to their Lord

While with ceaseless course the sun

While shepherds watch their flocks by night
Whilst we are marching through
Why sinks my weak desponding mind
Why do we mourn departing friends
Worthy is Christ, our Paschal Lamb
YE angels that surround the throne
Ye children of the living God
Your harps, ye trembling saints
Ye humble saints, proclaim abroad
Ye humble souls, approach your God
Ye followers of the Prince of peace
Ye humble souls, who seek the Lord
Ye nations round the earth, rejoice
Ye scarlet-colour'd sinners, come
Ye sons of men, with joy record
Ye tribes of Adam, join
Yes, the Redeemer rose
Ye works of God, on him alone
Yonder, amazing sight! I see

Divine Providence. Mat. v. 45. Acts xiv. 17. Ps. cxlv. 16.

1 THY ways, O Lord, with wise design,
Are fram'd upon thy throne above,
And ev'ry dark or bending line
Meets in the centre of thy love.

2 With feeble light, and half obscure,
Poor mortals thine arrangements view,
Not knowing that the least are sure,
And the mysterious just and true.

3 Thy flock, thine own peculiar care,
Though now they seem to roam uney'd,
Are led or driven only, where
They best and safest may abide.

4 They neither know, nor trace the way;
But, trusting to thy piercing eye,
None of their feet to ruin stray,
Nor shall the weakest fail or die.

5 My favor'd soul shall meekly learn
To lay her reason at thy throne;
Too weak thy secrets to discern,
I'll trust thee for my guide alone.