Нуті. The Lord, the God of glory, reigns

315 The Lord, the Judge, before his throne

290 The Lord will happiness divine

562 The mem'ry of our dying Lord

88 The promises I sing .....

323 The rising morn, the closing day

207 The spacious firmament on high

691 The voice of free grace, cries, escape ...

539 Th' unclouded sun, while I survey The winter is over and gone

205 The wond'ring world inquires to know Thee we adore, eternal name

220 There hangs the Saviour of mankind

413 There is a fountain, fill'd with blood

570 There is a house not made with hands

544 There is a land of pure delight

546 This God is the God we adore This is the day the Lord hath made

.. 45 This is the day the Lord of life

53 This is the feast of heavenly wine

97 This is the word of truth and love

529 Thou dear Redeemer, dying Lamb

493 Thou God of glorious majesty

560 Thou hidden love of God, whose height

594 Thou Shepherd of Israel divine

630 Thou soft flowing Kedron, by thy silver stream 417 Thou Son of God, whose flaming eyes

111 Thou unexhausted mine of bliss Thou very paschal Lamb ...............no 94 Though cloudy skies, and northern blasts

202 Though troubles assail, and dangers affright

621 Thrice happy man, who fears the Lord .

114 Through every age, eternal God

279 Thus did the sons of Abr’ham pass

69 Thus far the Lord has led me on

100 Thus saith the high and lofty One

308 Thus saith the mercy of the Lord

68 Thus the eternal Father spake

173 Thy favours, Lord, surprise our souls · 392 Thy gracious promise, Lord, we plead ........ Thy life I read, my dearest Lord

275 Thy mercy, my God, is the theme of my song • 324 Time by moments steals away

158 Time, what an empty vapour 'tis

222 'Tis a point I long to know

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"Tis by the faith of joys to come
"Tis finish'd ! lo, the Saviour cry'd
'Tis finish'd, the Redeemer said
To Father, Son, and Holy Ghost
To God our praises first belong.
To God the Father, God the Son
To God the Father, King supreme
To God, the only wise
To heav'n, I lift my waiting eyes
To our Almighty Maker God
To our Redeemer's glorious name
Try us, O God, and search the ground
'Twas on that dark, that doleful night
'Twas the commission of our Lord

We are a garden, wall'd around
We bless the Lord, the just, the good
We give immortal praise
We sing his love who once was slain ....
Weary of wandering from my God
Welcome, sweet day of rest
Well, the Redeemer's gone
What different powers of grace and sin
What equal honours shall we bring
What favour, Lord, that we should meet
What happy men or angels these
What heavenly man, or lovely God
What shall I render to my God
What shall we render unto thee
What though my frail eye-lids refuse
What various hind’rances we meet
When all thy mercies, O my God
When any turn from Zion's way

When at this distance, Lord, we trace
When blooming youth is snatch'd away
When Hannah, press’d with grief ...
When Christ our Lord a table spreads
When I can read my title clear
When I survey the wond'rous cross
When I with pleasing wonder stand
When in the light of faith divine
When Jesus calls by death
When Jesus first, at Heav'n's command
When languor and disease invade
When, o dear Saviour, when shall I
When the first parents of our race
When we are rais'd from deep distress
When we view the saints declining
When winds and waves unite to foil
When, with my mind devoutly prest
Who can describe the joys that rise
Who hath our report believed
Who is this tender hearted Friend
Who shall the Lord's elect condemn
Where two or three with sweet accord
Where'er the Lord shall build my house
While beauty clothes the fertile vale
While carnal men, with all their might
While each revolving day demands
While justice waves her vengeful hand
Why do we mourn departing friends
Why does your face, ye humble souls ·
Why is my heart so far from thee
Why should the children of a King
Why should we start, and fear to die
Why should this earth delight us so
Wide o'er all worlds the Saviour reigns
Will God in very deed descend
Winter has a joy for me
With all my powers of heart and tongue
With joy we meditate the grace
With one consent let all the earth
With songs and honours sounding loud

Hymn.

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Zeal is that pure and heav'nly flame .....

HYMNS.

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PUBLIC WORSHIP.

1. The Pleasure of Public Worship. (L. M.)

1 LOW pleasant, how divinely fair,

11 0 Lord of hosts, thy dwellings are ! With long desire my spirit faints,

To meet th' assemblies of thy saints. 2 My flesh would rest in thine abode,

My panting heart cries out for God;
My God! my King! why should I be

So far from all my joys and thee?
3 Blest are the saints who sit on high,

Around thy throne of majesty;
Thy brightest glories shine above,

And all their work is praise and love. 4 Blest are the souls that find a place

Within the temple of thy grace;
There they behold thy gentler rays,
And seek thy face, and learn thy praise.