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
Our shepherd alone, the Lord, let us bless Wesley's C.
Old hoary winter now has ceas'd his raging 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
O God, accept the sacred hour O, let your mingling voices raise
voice T.&Brady Rippon's Col. Doddridge
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 Poor, weak, and worthless though I am Praise the Lord, who reigns above Praise the Lord, ye heavens, adore him Praise to God, the great Creator Praise to Thee, thou great Creator Praise ye the Lord, let praise employ
Praise God from whom all blessings flow Praise God, the sovereign King Praise, O praise the God of love
"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
The Lord is gracious to forgive
The Lord is our Shepherd, our Guardian
The Lord is my Shepherd, no want
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
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,
Rippon's Coll. Montgomery
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,
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
When gloomy thoughts, and boding fears When reft of all, and hopeless care When the last trumpets awful voice
Why do we mourn departing friends
Worthy is Christ, our Paschal Lamb Whitefield's Col.
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
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.
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.
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