Gently fall the dews of eve Gently, Lord! O, gently lead us Gently, my Father, let me down Give me the wings of faith to rise Giver of peace and unity Give thanks to God most high Give to the winds thy fears Glorious in thy saints appear Glorious things of thee are spoken Glory to God, and peace on earth Glory to thee, my God, this night Glory to thee, whose powerful word God bless our native land. God, in the gospel of his Son God. in the high and holy place God is love; his mercy brightens
God moves in a mysterious way
God of eternity, from thee
God of mercy, do thou never
God of mercy, God of love
God of my childhood and my youth. God of my life, my morning song God of my life, through all my days God of my life, whose gracious power
Great Maker of unnumbered worlds
Great Ruler of the earth and skies
Great Source of life and light
Go to the grave in all thy glorious prime Go to the pillow of disease
Go when the morning shineth Gracious Source of every blessing Gracious Spirit! Love divine Greatest of beings! Source of life Great Father of our feeble race Great God, as seasons disappear Great God, at thy command Great God! at whose all-powerful call Great God, beneath whose piercing eye Great God! in vain man's narrow view Great God, in whom we live and move Great God, let all my tuneful powers Great God of grace! arise and shine Great God of nations, now to thee Great God, the followers of thy Son Great God, the nations of the earth
Great God, wert thou extreme to mark Great God, we sing that mighty hand Great God, whose universal sway
Sreat God, with wonder and with praise Great King of glory, come
Great Source of unexhausted good Guide me, O thou great Jehovah
Hark! what celestial sounds
Hark! what mean those holy voices
Hear what God, the Lord, hath spoken
Hear what the voice from heaven proclaims
Heave, mighty ocean, heave
Heaven is the land where troubles cease
He dies! the Friend of sinners dies
He has gone to his God; he has gone to his home.
How blest the sacred tie that binds
How cheering the thought, that the spirits in bliss
How firm the saint's foundation stands
How gentle God's commands
How sweet to bless the Lord
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 pleasant 't is to see How pleased and blest was I
How precious are thy thoughts of peace How precious is the book divine How rich thy gifts, Almighty King How shall the young secure their hearts How shall we praise thee, Lord of light How short and hasty is our life
How sweet, how calm the Sabbath morn How sweet, how heavenly is the sight How sweetly flowed the gospel's sound How sweet the hour of closing day How sweet the melting lay
How sweet the name of Jesus sounds How sweet to be allowed to pray
How sweet upon this sacred day
How swift, alas! the moments fly How swift the torrent rolls How tender is thy hand
I cannot shun the stroke of death
If death my friend and me divide
If human kindness meets return
I'll praise my Maker with my breath
Imposture shrinks from light In all my vast concerns with thee In glad amazement, Lord, I stand In Judah's rugged wilderness
In one fraternal bond of love
In pleasant lands have fallen the lines
In sleep's serene oblivion laid
In the broad fields of heaven In the cross of Christ I glory In the soft season of thy youth In trouble and in grief, O God
In vain our fancy strives to paint In vain we trace creation o'er I praised the earth in beauty seen I sing th' almighty power of God Israel's Shepherd, guide me, feed me Is there a God? Yon rising sun Is there a lone and dreary hour Is there ambition in my heart
Is this a fast for me
I waited patient for the Lord
I want a principle within
I would not live alway; I ask not to stay
Let worldly men, from shore to shore Life is a span, a fleeting hour Life is the time to serve the Lord Life's little lines, how short, how faint
Lift aloud the voice of praise
Lift not thou the wailing voice Lift up to God the voice of praise
Lift your glad voices in triumph on high Light of those whose dreary dwelling Like Israel's hosts to exile driven Like shadows gliding o'er the plain Lo, God is here! Let us adore Lord, before thy presence come Lord, dismiss us with thy blessing Lord, have mercy when we pray Lord, how secure and blest are they Lord, how delightful 't is to see Lord Jesus, come, for here Lord, in the morning thou shalt hear Lord, in heaven, thy dwelling-place Lord, in whose might the Saviour trod Lord, lead my heart to learn
Lord, now we part in thy blest name Lord of heaven, and earth, and ocean Lord of hosts, to thee we raise Lord of the Sabbath, hear our vows Lord of the sea! thy potent sway Lord of the worlds above.
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! the lilies of the field
Lo! they come from east to west
Lo! the prisoner is released
Love divine, all love excelling
Lo! what an entertaining sight
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