253 253 256 259 260 272 276 282 286 289 298 298 299 308 328 God of the morning, at thy voice Hail, sacred truth! whose piercing rays 316 317 318 319 Hear what the voice from heaven proclaims 320 321 Thou, gracious Lord, art my defence Thrice happy souls, who, born of heaven Thus far the Lord has led me on The day is past and gone The night shall hear me raise my song The Lord is good, the heavenly king That once lov'd form, now cold and dead The time is short! Sinners beware Thee we adore, Eternal Name W We lift our hearts to Thee 255 |