Salvation, O, the joyful sound Saviour, who thy flock art feeding See Israel's gentle Shepherd stand See the leaves around us falling Servant of God, well done 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 L. M. 61. 859 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 L. M. 61. 526 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 Jehovah reigns, And royal state, &c. The Lord our God is clothed with might The morning flowers display their sweets There is a house not made with hands There is an hour of hallowed peace There's not a hope with comfort fraught The Saviour bids us watch and pray 118 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 swift declining day The thunder bursts! its rolling might 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 Thus saith the first, the great command 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, great Source of light To thee my heart, Eternal King To thee, O Lord, with humble fear 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 page Vital spark of heavenly flame Watchman! tell us of the night Whatever dims the source of truth What is the chaff, the word of man When reft of all, and hopeless care When, bending o'er the brink of life When in the vale of lengthened years When quiet in my house I sit When restless on my bed I lie When sickness shakes the languid frame 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 Whom have we, Lord, in heaven but thee 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 reverence let the saints appear With songs and honors sounding loud |