Our Helper, God, we bless his name Our little bark, on boisterous seas Our pilgrim brethren dwelling far Our sins, alas! how strong they be. O, weep not for the joys that fade O, what is life?'t is like a flower O, when the hours of life are past, O, while I breathe to thee, my Lord O, worship the King, all glorious above Part in peace! is day before us Pastor, thou art from us taken Patience, O, 't is a grace divine There is a house not made with hands The Lord is great; ye hosts of heaven, adore him 11 & 8s. M. The Lord Jehovah reigns, And royal state, &c. The Lord my shepherd is The Lord our God is clothed with might The mellow eve is gliding The morning flowers display their sweets 118 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 The winter is over and gone This day let grateful praise ascend Thou art gone to the grave, &c. Thou art, O God, the life and light Thou art the Way; and he who sighs Thou art the Way; to thee alone Though faint and sick, and worn away Though I walk through the gloomy vale Though sorrows rise and dangers roll Thou Fount of blessing, God of love Thou hidden love of God, whose height Thou hidden Source of calm repose Thou Lord of all above 71 When, bending o'er the brink of life When in the vale of lengthened years When reft of all, and hopeless care 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 |