O Lord my God, do Thou thy holy will.
O Love Divine that passeth thought!
O lovely voices of the sky
O! mean may seem this house of clay
One angel came to tell the tale
O! not for these alone I pray
O! not to fill the mouth of fame
On the first Christian Sabbath eve
Ope, ope, my soul! around thee press
O saints of old! not yours alone
O Saviour! is thy promise fled ?
O Spirit of the living God! .
O that the Lord would guide my ways
O Thou that sitt'st in heaven, and seest.
O Thou to whom in ancient time
O Thou who camest from above
O Thou! who driest the mourner's tear
Our country is Emmanuel's land
Our God is love, and all his saints
Our God! our God! Thou shinest here
Our God, our help in ages past
O, when the hours of life are past
O! wherefore fall my tears so fast
O! wherefore hath my spirit leave
O wherefore, Lord, doth thy dear praise
O worship the King
Ring out wild bells to the wild sky
Rise, rise, my soul, and leave the ground
Saviour! needs the world no longer
See how great a flame aspires
See Israel's gentle Shepherd stands
Servant of all to toil for man
She loved her Saviour, and to him
Shine forth, eternal source of light
Shine, mighty God! on Britain shine
Shine on our souls, eternal God
Since first thy word awaked my heart
Since life in sorrow must be spent
Sing to the Lord Jehovah's name
Sing to the Lord with joyful voice
Sometimes a light surprises.
Sore the burdens, Lord, we bear
Sorrow and love go side by side
Source of light and life divine
Sow in the morn thy seed
Spirit! leave thy house of clay
Spirit of truth, be Thou my guide!
Stand up, my soul! shake off thy fears
Sweet Dove! the softest, steadiest plume
Sweet is the work, my God, my King
Sweet place, sweet place alone.
Sweet, sweet these joys that throng me so
Talk with us Lord, thyself reveal.
Tell me not, in mournful numbers
The bird let loose in eastern skies.
The ever-living God
.J. Wesley 161
Longfellow 179
Moore 166
Doddridge 211
The faithful men of every land. Hymns for little Children 209
The feeble pulse, the gasping breath
The happy fields, the heavenly host
The heavens declare thy glory, Lord!
The Lord, how absolute he reigns
The Lord! how fearful is his name!
The Lord is King! and weareth
The praying spirit breathe
The promises I sing
The Son of God goes forth to war
The spacious firmament on high
The starry firmament on high
The Spirit breathes upon the Word
The symbol stream was shed
The winds were howling o'er the deep
The world may change from old to new
There is a book, who runs may read
There is a house not made with hands
There is a land of pure delight.
This world is all a fleeting show
Thou art the Way, and he who sighs
Thou art, O God, the life and light
Thou biddest, Lord, thy sons be bold
Thou, Great Creator, art possest
Thou Judge of quick and dead!
Thou must go forth alone, my soul!
Thou who art enthroned above!
Thou who didst stoop below
Thrice happy souls, who born from heaven.
Thus far the Lord has led me on.
Thy goodness, Lord, our souls confess
Thy happy ones a strain begin
Thy mansion is the Christian's heart
Thy neighbour? it is he whom thou
Time, what an empty vapour 'tis
'Tis by thy strength the mountains stand
"Tis finished!' so the Saviour cried
'Tis gone, that bright and orbèd blaze
To thee, my God, my days are known
To Thee, O Lord, with humble fear
Wake not, O mother, sounds of lamentation
Watchman, tell us of the night
Weak tremblers on the edge of woe
We come, our hearts with gladness glowing
When Christ the Lord would come on earth
When darkness long has veiled my mind
When God of old came down from heaven
When, gracious Lord, when shall it be
When holy maids and matrons speak.
When I can read my title clear.
When marshalled on the nightly plain
When on her Maker's bosom
When the Eternal bows the skies
When waken'd by thy voice of power.
While the angels all are singing..
H. K. White 45
. Heber 272
Watts 316
Bowring 252
Breton 134
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