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There is a land of pure delight
There is a stream whose gentle flow
There's not a star whose twinkling light.
The spacious firmament on high
The swift declining day ..
These mortal joys, how soon they fade
The uplifted eye and bended knee.
The weary traveller, lost in night
The work, O Lord, is thine ..
This feast was Jesus' high behest.
This is the day the Lord hath made
This is the day the Lord of life..
Those happy realms of joy and peace
Thou art the First, and thou the Last
Thou, Lord, through every changing scene..... 56
Thou, mighty God, art God alone..
Thrice happy man, who fears the Lord
Through all the various shifting scene...
Through endless years thou art the same
* Thus shalt thou love the almighty Lord......381.
Thy power, great God, heaven's lofty seat
Thy presence, everlasting God...
Thy sole dominion, heavenly King
Thy ways, O Lord, with wise design
Time, what an empty vapour 'tis.....
'Tis by thy strength the mountains stand
'Tis mercy calls: awake each grateful string...111
To God most high, the sovereign Lord... ..291
To God, of every good the spring..
..349
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..248
.144
..135
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..177
*To God our hearts are known
...397
.. 85
To God, the universal king
Tomorrow, Lord, is thine
To our almighty maker, God...
*Toss'd with restless agitation...
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.301
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To thee alone we live
To thee, my God, my days are known
To thee my heart, eternal King....
To thee, O God, without delay....
Triumphant Lord, thy goodness reigns........108
'Twas God who form'd the rolling spheres.....122
U
Unfold the hallow'd temple's doors
Unite, my roving thoughts, unite..
Upward I lift mine eyes..
V
Vast are thy works, almighty Lord.....
W
We bless thee for this sacred day
Welcome, sweet day of rest
Well sleeps the good, who sinks to rest.
We sing the almighty power of God
We walk by faith and not by sight
What sinners value I resign
When all thy mercies, O my God
When, as returns this solemn day
When before thy throne we kneel....
Whene'er we climb the mountain's head
When darkness long has veil'd my mind
When death appears before my sight
When gloomy thoughts and boding fears
When God is nigh, my faith is strong
* When mercy is the theme
When mild religion from above
When morning dawns, my soul reveres
* When power divine, in mortal form.
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When 'reft of all, and hopeless cate
When sickness shakes the languid frame....
When the last trumpet's awful voice
*When with anxious thought repining.
Wherefore should man, frail child of clay
Wherewith shall I approach the Lord
While some in folly's pleasures roll
While sounds of war are heard around
While thee I seek, protecting Power......
While to the grave our friends are borne
While with ceaseless course the sun...
Who gave the sun his noon-day light
* Who shall a temple build for him...
* Who shall behold the King of kings
* Who that o'er many a barren part
Why should I murmur or repine.
With all my powers of heart and tongue
With glory clad, with strength array'd
With holy fear, with humble song
With humble reverence we adore
With my whole heart I've sought thy face
With reverence let the saints appear
With sacred joy we lift our eyes
With songs and honours sounding loud.
With transport, Lord, we view the page.
Y
Ye followers of the Prince of Peace
Ye golden lamps of heaven, farewell...
Ye holy souls, in God rejoice..
Ye humble souls, complain no more
Ye humble souls that seek the Lord
Ye little flock, whom Jesus feeds..
Ye nations, praise the Lord
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224
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.134
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193
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Ye nations round the earth, rejoice.
*Ye slaves to time and sense
Ye servants of the Lord.....
Ye sons of men, in sacred lays..
Ye subjects of the Lord, proclaim..
Ye that obey the immortal King
Ye tribes of Adam, join .
Ye weak inhabitants of clay..
Ye works of God, on him alone....
Ye works of God, your Maker praise....
Ye worlds of light that roll so near....
Yon glorious orbs that gild the sky
[The Figures refer to the Hymns.]
ADDISON, 90. 178.
Aikin, Dr. 344.
Anonymous, 57. 111. 324. 330. 366. 375. 416. 419. 435. 444. 473. 474. 475. 495. 498. 499. 500. 502. Aspland's Collection, 115. 204.
Barbauld, Mrs. 6. 44. 45. 49. 97. 214. 223. 253.
280. 287. 294. 382. 437.
Beddome, Mr. 413.
Birmingham Collection, 292. 336.
Boston (N. E.) Collection, 492.
Bowden, Mr. 468.
Bowring, Mr. 365. 384. 392. 412. 414. 415. 433.
447. 453. 478. 479.
Boyse, Mr. 4.
Bristol Collection, 345.
Browne, Mr. Simon, 114. 136. 162. 256. 264. 293.
Burns, 477.
Butcher, Mr. E. 201. 228. 234. 242. 331.
Cappe's Collection, 42.
Carter, Mrs. 142. 380.
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