Mark the weary pilgrim walking
My God, my portion, and my love
May the grace of Christ our Saviour
Methinks the last great day is come
Mighty God, while angels bless thee
Mistaken souls, that dream of heav'n
Must friends and kindred droop and die
My dear Redeemer and my Lord
My drowsy powers, why sleep ye so
My friends, alas! how soon remov'd
My God, how endless is thy love
My God, I am thine; what a comfort divine
My God, my everlasting hope
My God, my King, thy various praise
My God, permit me not to be
My God, the spring of all my joys
My God, what endless pleasures dwell
My heart, how dreadful hard it is
My hiding place, my refuge, tow'r
My never ceasing song shall show
My Saviour God, my Sov'reign Prince
My Saviour, my Almighty Friend
My Shepherd is the living Lord
My Shepherd will supply my need
My soul, come meditate the day
My soul, how lovely is the place
My soul lies cleaving to the dust
My soul, repeat his praise
My soul, thy great Creator praise
My thoughts surmount these lower skies
My thoughts, that often mount the skies
My times of sorrow and of joy
Naked as from the earth we came
Nature, with open volume stands
Nature, with all her powers, shall sing
No, I shall envy them no more
No more, my God, I boast no more
No sleep nor slumber to his eyes
Nor eye has seen, nor ear has heard
Not all the blood of beasts
Not all the outward forms on earth
Not from the dust affliction grows
Not with our mortal eyes
Now be my heart inspir'd to sing
Now begin the heavenly theme
Now have our hearts embrac'd our God
O bless the Lord, my soul
O Britain, praise thy mighty God
O come, thou wounded Lamb of God
O'er those gloomy hills of darkness
O for an overcoming faith
O for a closer walk with God
O for a glance of heav'nly day
O for a heart to praise my God
O for a shout of sacred joy
O for a thousand tongues, to sing
O God of mercy, hear my call
O God, our help in ages past
O God, the hour of sleep's at hand
O happy soul, that lives on high
O Jesus, our Lord, thy name be ador'd
O lend your ear, ye youthful tribe
Lord, how great's the favour
O Lord, my best desires fulfil
O Lord, our Lord, how wond'rous great
O love divine, how sweet thou art
O, my Lord, I've often mused
O that the Lord would guide my ways
O the Almighty Lord
O the delights, the heav'nly joys
O thou, at whose almighty word
O thou, from whom all goodness flows
O what shall I do my Saviour to praise
O ye immortal throng
Once more, before we part
Once more, my soul, the rising day
On the mountain's top appearing
On thee, great Ruler of the skies
On what has now been sown
One there is above all others
One thing is needful, why should I
Our days, alas! our mortal days
Our God, how firm his promise stands
Our holy Father, all thy will
Our Lord is risen from the dead
Our praises, Lord, to thee ascend
Our Shepherd alone, the Lord let us bless
Our sins, alas! how strong they be
Our souls by love together knit
Pleasing spring again is here
Plung'd in a gulph of dark despair
Praise, everlasting praise be paid
See how great a flame aspires
Rejoice, ye righteous, in the Lord
Rejoice, ye shining worlds on high
Repent, the voice celestial cries
Rise, my soul, and stretch thy wings
Rock of ages, cleft for me
Rise, rise, my soul, and leave the ground
Safely through another week
Salvation! O the joyful sound
Saviour! and can it be
Say, sinner, wilt thou go with me
See, how rude winter's icy hand
See Israel's gentle Shepherd stands
See! rous'd by discord's fierce alarms
See the corn again in ear
See the leaves around us falling
Shall wisdom cry aloud
Shepherd of Israel, thou dost keep
Shepherds rejoice, lift up your eyes
Shew pity, Lord, O Lord, forgive
Shine, mighty God, on Britain shine
Shout all our elder brethren
Since all the downward tracks of time
Since Jesus freely did appear
Sing Hallelujah! praise the Lord
Sing to the Lord Jehovah's name
Sing to the Lord, ye distant lands
Sing to the Lord, ye heav'nly hosts
Sinner, O why so thoughtless grown
Sinners, the gladsome tidings hear
Sleep, downy sleep, come close mine eye
So did the Hebrew prophet raise
So fair a face bedew'd with tears
So let our lips and lives express
Some seraph, lend your heav'nly tongue
Son of God, thy blessing grant
Sons of God, triumphant rise
Sons of men, behold from far
Songs of immortal praise belong
Source of light and power divine
Stand up, my soul, shake off thy fears
Stern winter throws his icy chains
Stoop down, my thoughts, that use to rise
Stop, poor sinner, stop and think
Stretch'd on the cross, the Saviour dies
Sov'reign of life, before thine eye
Sure there's a righteous God
Sweet as the shepherd's tuneful reed
Sweet is the memory of thy grace
Sweet is the work, my God, my King
Sweet the beams of rosy morning
Sweet the moments, rich in blessing
Sweet the streams of mercy flowing
Take my poor heart, just as it is
Teach me the measure of my days
Thanks to thy name, O Lord, that we
That day of wrath, that dreadful day
The billows swell, the winds are high
The fairest of ten thousand fairs
The gathering clouds, with aspect dark
The glories of my Maker God
The God of Abr❜ham praise
The heav'ns declare thy glory, Lord
The law commands, and makes us know
The Lord, descending from above
The Lord is my Shepherd, my Guardian, and Guide
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