How blest the sacred tie that binds L. M. 353 How cheering the thought, that the spirits in bliss How firm the saint's foundation stands How gentle God's commands How happy is he born and taught How large the promise, how divine How lovely are thy dwellings, Lord How pleasant, how divinely fair How pleased and blest was I How precious are thy thoughts of peace How sweet the melting lay How sweet the name of Jesus sounds How sweet to be allowed to pray How sweet to bless the Lord How sweet upon this sacred day How swift, alas! the moments fly breath Let men of high conceit and zeal Let others boast how strong they be Jesus, thy boundless love to me Kind are the words that Jesus spake Laborers of Christ, arise Let coward guilt, with pallid fear Let everlasting glories crown Let every creature join Let every mortal ear attend Let one loud song of praise arise Let party names no more L. P. M. L. M. 445 113 Let plenteous grace descend on those Let them neglect thy glory, Lord Let the still air rejoice Let the whole race of creatures lie Lift up to God the voice of praise Lift your glad voices in triumph on high Lord of the Sabbath, hear our vows Lord of the sea! thy potent sway Lord of the worlds below Lord, teach us how to pray aright Lord, teach a little child to pray Lord, thou art good: all nature shows Lord, thou hast searched and seen me through Lord, we come to seek thy blessing Lord, what a feeble piece Lord, while for all mankind we pray Lo! they come from east to west Lo! the prisoner is released Love divine, all love excelling Lo! what an entertaining sight Lowly and solemn be My soul, be on thy guard S. M. 469 My soul lies cleaving to the dust My soul, repeat his praise My soul, praise the Lord, speak good of his name 10 & 11s. M. 148 S. M. 75 My soul shall praise thee, O my God My soul, triumphant in the Lord My soul, why sink when griefs oppress Naked, as from the earth we came Not with terror do we meet No war nor battle's sound Now begin the heavenly theme Now, gracious Lord, thine arm reveal C. M. 716 Now I resolve with all my heart Now is the day of grace Now let a true ambition rise C. M. 903 Now let our prayers ascend to thee Now, Lord, we part awhile Now may He who from the dead O God, thou art my God alone. O, most delightful hour by man O God, thy name they well may praise O, how can they look up to heaven in the morn of life, when youth O, my soul, unceasing pray One prayer I have, all prayers in one One sweet flower has drooped and faded On Jordan's stormy banks I stand O, speed thee, Christian, on thy way stay thy tears, for they are blest O suffering Friend of human kind sweetly breathe the lyres above that the Lord's salvation that the Lord would guide my ways O Thou, to whose all-searching sight O Thou, who driest the mourner's tear O Thou, who hast spread out the skies O Thou, who on thy chosen Son O Thou, whose compassionate care O Thou, whose mercy guides my way |