What shall I render to my God

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What sweetness on Thine earth doth dwell
What though the arm of conquering death
What though thy sons be sleeping
Whate'er my God ordains is right
When all Thy mercies, O my God
When gathering clouds around I view
When God of old came down from heaven
When I can read my title clear

When I had wandered from the fold
When I sink down in gloom or fear
When I survey the wondrous cross
When Jordan hushed his waters still
When my appointed hour is come
When, my heart beguiling...

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534

When our heads are bowed with woe

666
389

When rising from the bed of death

When shall Thy love constrain

792

679

When shall we meet again

1225

When the last trumpet's awful voice
When the storms of sorrow gather

When this passing world is done...

When we reach the land of glory...

Who are these like stars appearing

Who in the Lord confide

Who is she that stands triumphant
Who shall the Lord's elect condemn

Whom have we, Lord, in heaven but Thee
Why are we grieving

Why do we mourn departing friends

When the weary seeking rest

When Thou my righteous Judge shalt come

When within sight of danger's hour
Whence this flaming joy that maketh
Where God doth dwell, sure heaven is there
Where high the heavenly temple stands...
Where the glory brightly dwelleth
While all the golden harps above
While with ceaseless course the sun

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323
878

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Wide as His vast dominion lies
Winter reigneth o'er the land
With all my powers of heart and tongue
With gladness we worship

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With glory clad, with strength arrayed
With grateful hearts, with joyful tongues
With heavenly power, O Lord, defend
With heavenly weapons let us fight
With joy we meditate the grace
With my whole heart I'll raise my song
With one consent let all the earth
With praise and prayer our gift we bring
With songs and honours sounding loud...
With stately towers and bulwarks strong
With tearful eyes I look around ...
With wonder and with awful fear
Witness, ye men and angels now...

Ye people of the Lord draw near...
Ye servants of the Almighty King
Ye servants of the Lord

Ye souls, the Father's very own
Ye that delight to serve the Lord
Yes, for me, for me, He careth
Yes, the Redeemer rose

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ERRATA.

Hymn 52, v. 3, read raised for raise.

Hymn 105 is headed C.M. instead of 87s.

Hymn 217 is ascribed to the Rev. S. BARING GOULD instead of the Rev. GODFREY THRING.