On the proud banks of great Euphrates' flood

One Priest alone can pardon me

One there is, above all others

One sweet but solemn thought

Plead Thou-oh plead my cause!

Prayer is the soul's sincere desire

Quiet, Lord, my froward heart

Rise, my soul, and stretch thy wings

Servant of God, well done!
Shrinking from the cold hand of death
So many years I've seen the sun

Some murmur, when their sky is clear

Soon and for ever,-such promise our trust
Supreme High-Priest, the pilgrim's light
Sweet day, so cool, so calm, so bright
Sweet is the Spirit's strain

Sweetest Saviour, if my soul

Teach me, my God and King ..

That I am Thine, my Lord and God

The Assyrian came down like the wolf on the fold

The day is past and over

The days and years of time are fled

The glories of my blood and state

The God of glory dwells on high

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The God of Abraham praise

The last loud trumpet's wondrous sound
The Lord my pasture shall prepare

The path of sorrow, and that path alone
The roseate hues of early dawn

The Saviour look'd on Peter. Ay, no word

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The seas are quiet when the winds are o'er
The wind blows chill across those gloomy waves
The world can neither give nor take

The world with stones, instead of bread

Thee will I love, my strength and tower
There is a safe and secret place

There is a state unknown, unseen

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There lies a little lonely isle

There was joy in heaven!

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This shadow on the dial's face

Thou art gone to the grave, but we will not deplore

thee

Thou art gone up on high

Thou God of glorious majesty

Thou hidden love of God, whose height

Thou knowest, Lord, the weariness and sorrow

Thou thrice denied, yet thrice beloved
Though some good things of lower worth
Through sorrow's night and danger's path
Throw away Thy rod

Thy way, not mine, O Lord

'Tis finish'd!-Every circumstance fulfill'd
'Tis gone, that bright and orbed blaze
'Tis not too hard, too high an aim
To conquer and to save, the Son of God
To love, where love is shown to me

Wages of sin is death: the day is come
Wait, O my soul, thy Maker's will
Walk in the light! so shalt thou know
Weak and irresolute is man
Weary of wandering from my God
What is this passing scene?
What various hindrances we meet

When at thy footstool, Lord, I bend

When darkness long has veil'd my mind
When Faith and Love, which parted from thee never
When first thy eyes unveil, give thy soul leave
When God at first made man

When God of old came down from heaven
When I consider how my light is spent

When Israel, of the Lord beloved
When Jordan hush'd his waters still
When languor and disease invade
When Lazarus left his charnel-cave
When this passing world is done

Where high the heavenly temple stands
Where the faded flower shall freshen

Where the remote Bermudas ride

Whither, Saul, this raging sense

Who hath believed our report? to whom

Who laughs at sin, laughs at his Maker's frowns
Who knows, when he to go from home

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Why for thy Lord dost thou thus weep and mourn

Wilt thou forgive that sin where I begun
With tearful eyes I look around

Yes, for me, for me, He careth

Yes, our Shepherd leads, with gentle hand

JOHN CHILDS AND SON, PRINTERS.