The Lord, the God of glory, reigns Hym■. 315 290 562 88 323 207 691 The voice of free grace, cries, escape 539 344 205 The wond'ring world inquires to know 588 Thy life I read, my dearest Lord 275 Thy mercy, my God, is the theme of my song 324 Time by moments steals away Time, what an empty vapour 'tis 222 'Tis a point I long to know 595 "Tis by the faith of joys to come To heav'n, I lift my waiting eyes U. Uprising from the darksome tomb ..... .... Hymn. ........ 573 410 724 126 717 728 665 640 6 .... 668 637 80 67 424 693 639 393 We are a garden, wall'd around We bless the Lord, the just, the good We sing his love who once was slain What different powers of grace and sin What favour, Lord, that we should meet When at this distance, Lord, we trace When Jesus first, at Heav'n's command When, O dear Saviour, when shall I While justice waves her vengeful hand 137 280 433 696 496 263 268 Wide o'er all worlds the Saviour reigns 131 Will God in very deed descend 714 214 With all my powers of heart and tongue Ye angels, round the throne Y. 658 419 15 188 Ye dying sons of men 718. 533 HYMNS. PUBLIC WORSHIP. 1. The Pleasure of Public Worship. (L. M.) 1 HOW pleasant, how divinely fair, O 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. B |