Salvation, O, the joyful sound

Saviour, who thy flock art feeding
Searcher of hearts! before thy face
See! another year is gone

See Israel's gentle Shepherd stand

See the leaves around us falling
Serene I laid me down

Servant of God, well done
Shine on our souls, Eternal God
Since o'er thy footstool here below
Sing we the song of those who stand
Sing, ye redeemed of the Lord
Sinner, rouse thee from thy sleep
Sister, thou wast mild and lovely
Sleep, sleep to-day, tormenting cares
So fades the lovely, blooming flower
Soft are the fruitful showers that bring
Softly fades the twilight ray
Softly now the light of day
So let our lips and lives express
Soon as I heard my Father say

Sow in the morn thy seed

Spirit, leave thy house of clay

Spirit of peace, celestial Dove

Stern Winter throws his icy chains

Suppliant, lo! thy children bend

Supreme and universal Light

Supreme in wisdom, as in power

Sure, to the mansions of the blest

Sweet day! so cool, so calm, so bright

Sweet is the friendly voice

Sweet is the last, the parting ray

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Sweet is the light of Sabbath eve

Sweet is the memory of thy grace

Sweet is the prayer whose holy stream

Sweet is the thought, the promise sweet

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Sweet is the time of spring

Sweet is the work, my God, my King

Sweet is the task, O Lord

Sweet spices they brought on their star-lighted way

The Lord is great; ye hosts of heaven, adore him 11 & 89. M.
The Lord is risen indeed

The Lord Jehovah reigns, And royal state, &c.
The Lord Jehovah reigns; His throne, &c.
The Lord my pasture shall prepare
The Lord my shepherd is

The Lord our God is clothed with might
The mellow eve is gliding

The morning flowers display their sweets
The offerings to thy throne which rise
The perfect world by Adam trod
The race that long in darkness pined
There is a calm for those who weep
There is a glorious world of light
There is glorious world on high
There is a God, all nature speaks
There is a hope, a blessed hope

There is a house not made with hands
There is a land mine eye hath seen
There is a land of pure delight

There is an hour of hallowed peace
There is an hour of peaceful rest
There is a place of sacred rest
There is a stream whose gentle flow
There is a region lovelier far
There seems a voice in every gale

There's not a hope with comfort fraught
The rolling year, Almighty Lord

The Saviour bids us watch and pray

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S. M.

70

S. P. M.

152

H. M.

134

L. M. 61. 185

S. M.

184

C. M.

159

The Saviour now is gone before

The spacious firmament on high

The Spirit breathes upon the word
The Spirit, in our hearts

The swift declining day

The thunder bursts! its rolling might
The vineyard of the Lord

The wandering star, the fleeting wind

The winter is over and gone

They who on the Lord rely

Thine influence, mighty God, is felt

This child we dedicate to thee

'Tis summer, glorious summer

Toiling through the livelong night

Upon the gospel's sacred

Through the day thy love has spared us
Through the night-air stealing
Thus far the Lord has led me on

Thus saith the first, the great command
Thus spake the Saviour when he sent
Thy goodness, Lord, our souls confess
Thy law is perfect, Lord of light
Thy life I read, my dearest Lord
Thy name, Almighty Lord
Thy presence, everlasting God
Thy way, O God! is in the sea

Time is winging us away

"T is by the faith of joys to come

"T is by thy strength the mountains stand

"T is finished!-so the Saviour cried

'Tis God, the Spirit, leads

To Him from whom our blessings flow

To keep the lamp alive

To praise the bounteous Lord of all

To prayer, to prayer! for the morning breaks
To thee be praise for ever

To thee, great Source of light

To thee my heart, Eternal King

To thee, O Lord, with humble fear
To thee, O God! we homage pay
To thee our wants are known
To thy temple we repair

Truly the light of morn is sweet

'T was in the watches of the night

'T was on that dark, that mournful night

United prayers ascend to thee

Unite, my roving thoughts, unite

Unveil thy bosom, faithful tomb

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Vital spark of heavenly flame

Watchman! tell us of the night
Weak and irresolute is man
We bid thee welcome in the name
We bless thee for this sacred day
We come, with joy and gladness
Weep not for the saint that ascends
We have met in peace together
Welcome, sweet day of rest
We meditate the day

Whatever dims the source of truth
What if the little rain should say

What is the chaff, the word of man

When reft of all, and hopeless care

When, bending o'er the brink of life
When blooming youth is snatched away
When brighter suns and milder skies
When called, O Lord, to mourn the doom
When children give their hearts to God
When darkness long has veiled my mind
When driven by oppression's rod
Whene'er the clouds of sorrow roll
When floating on life's troubled sea
When forced to part from those we love
When gloomy thoughts and fears
When God revealed his gracious name
When grief and anguish press me down
When human hopes and joys depart
When I can read my title clear
When I can trust my all with God
When in silence o'er the deep

When in the vale of lengthened years
When Israel, of the Lord beloved
When Israel through the desert passed
When life's tempestuous storms are o'er
When, Lord, to this our western land
When, marshalled on the nightly plain
When morning's first and hallowed ray
When musing sorrow weeps the past
When on her Maker's bosom
When, overwhelmed with grief
When power divine, in mortal form

When quiet in my house I sit

When restless on my bed I lie
When, rising from the bed of death
When shall we meet again

When sickness shakes the languid frame
When spirits from their cumbering clay
When, streaming from the eastern skies
When the vale of death appears
When the worn spirit wants repose
When verdure clothes the fertile vale
When wakened by thy voice of power

When we pass through yonder river

Wherefore should man, frail child of clay

Where shall the child of sorrow find

While shepherds watched their flocks by night

While sounds of war are heard around

While thee I seek, protecting Power

While this day its light is shedding

While, with ceaseless course, the sun
While you with mournful thoughts deplore
Who are these in bright array

Whom have we, Lord, in heaven but thee
Who, O Lord, when life is o'er

Why do we mourn departing friends

Why do we waste in trifling cares

Why should we start, and fear to die

Why weep for those, frail child of woe

With all my powers of heart and tongue

Within thy house, O Lord, our God
With one consent, let all the earth

With reverence let the saints appear
With sacred joy we lift our eyes

With songs and honors sounding loud
Would you
behold the works of God