My soul lies cleaving to the dust C. M. 311 My soul, praise the Lord, speak good of his name 10 & 11s. M. 148 My soul, repeat his praise 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 in the church-yard shall he sleep Not with terror do we meet Now begin the heavenly theme Now, gracious Lord, thine arm reveal • O, all ye nations, praise the Lord O, bless the Lord, my soul; His grace, &c.` O bless the Lord, my soul! Let all, &c. O bow thine ear, Eternal One O cease, my wandering soul O come, and let th' assembly all O, come, loud anthems let us sing O, could our thoughts and wishes fly O, could we speak the matchless worth O, draw me, Father, after thee O Father, though the anxious fear O Father, good or evil send O Father, to thy mercy-seat O, for a closer walk with God O, for a faith that will not shrink for a firm and lively faith O, for a heart to praise my God for an overcoming faith for a prophet's fire for a shout of joy O, for a shout of sacred joy O, for a sweet, inspiring ray O, for a thousand tongues to sing for that tenderness of heart O, for the death of those O God, accept the sacred hour O God, my Father and my King O God, my strength, my hope O God, that mad'st the earth and sky O God, thou art my God alone. O God, thy name they well may praise 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 O Thou, whose own vast temple stands O Thou, whose power o'er moving worlds presides O Thou, whose presence went before O, 't is a lovely thing to see O, 't is a scene the heart to move O, 't is sweet to mingle where Our blest Redeemer, ere he breathed Our country is Immanuel's ground Our days are as the grass Our Father in heaven, we hallow thy name Our fathers, Lord, to seek a spot Our Father! we approach thy board. Our God, where'er thy people meet Our Helper, God, we bless his name what is life?'t is like a flower Lord O, while I breathe to thee, my 8, 6, & 4s. M. 290 Planted in Christ, the living vine Praise for the glorious light Praise the Lord, when blushing morning Salvation, O, the joyful sound Saviour, who thy flock art feeding is gone See Israel's gentle Shepherd stand C. M. 610 Suppliant, lo! thy children bend See the leaves around us falling Servant of God, well done Shine on our souls, Eternal God Stern Winter throws his icy chains Supreme and universal Light Sweet is the last, the parting ray 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 Sweet is the work, my God, my King Sweet is the task, O Lord Sweet spices they brought on their star-lighted way Sweet thy mem'ry, Saviour blest Swell the anthem, raise the song Swift as the wingéd arrow flies The Lord is great; ye hosts of heaven, adore him 11 & 8s. 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 peaceful rest There is a place of sacred rest There is a stream whose gentle flow There's not a hope with comfort fraught The Saviour now is gone before The spacious firmament on high The swift declining day 118 S. M. 70 S. P. M. 152 H. M. 134 L. M. 61. 185 S. M. 184 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 day let grateful praise ascend Thou sweet-gliding Kedron, by thy silver stream Thou who dwell'st enthroned above Thrice happy souls, who, born from heaven Through all the changing scenes of life Through endless years thou art the same Through sorrow's night and danger's path |