Blest is the man whose softening heart
Blest morning whose first dawning.
Brother, thou art gone before us
But if there be in glory aught of good
But there is yet a liberty unsung
By the thoughtless world derided
Care on our life's swift flowing stream
Christ the Lord is risen to-day
Come, holy spirit, come.

Come, let us sound her praise abroad
Come, Lord, and tarry not

Creator of the rolling flood

Dear Lord, accept a sinful heart

Deliberate on all things with thy friend

Did sweeter strains adorn my flowing tongue

Dim as the borrow'd beams of moon and stars

Dost thou demand a test?

Enthroned on high, almighty Lord

Dec. 2

Every one that flatters thee

July 24

Far from their home, our fallen race

Farewell, ye gilded follies, pleasing troubles.

June 13

Aug. 18

Jan. 25

April 30
Nov. 28

3

Earnest words must needs be spoken

Earth's children cleave to earth: her frail

Aug. 11

Far from the world, O Lord, I flee

First seek thy Saviour out and dwell
Flowers! when the Saviour's, &c.
For ever with the Lord

For the Lord our God shall come

For what shall man exchange his soul?

Forth from the dark and stormy sky

Friend after friend departs

From every stormy wind that blows

From everything our Saviour saw.

From thy rich throne where circling trains of light

Go and dig a grave for me

God in the great assembly stands

God of the rolling orbs above

God, when I think upon thy name

Great God of Abram! hear our prayer

Go when the morning shineth

Hail, holy martyrs, glorious name.
Hail, sacred volume of eternal truth

Happy the man who sees a God employed

Hark, the herald angels sing.

Hark, what means those holy voices

Has not God still wrought by means

Hear me, O God

Here all our gifts imperfect are

Here's a beautiful earth and a wonderful sky
Heavenward our path still goes

He sees with other eyes than theirs where they

He shall come down like showers

He who on earth as man was known
He who watched winds that blow

Holy Lord God, I love thy truth

April 22
Feb. 22

Hope springs perpetual in the breast

Hosanna is the Prince of Light

How blessed the righteous are
How blest thy creature is, O God

How fine has the day been, how bright was the sun
How many days with mute adieu
How pleasant is the opening year
How sweet and solemn, all alone
How tedious and tasteless the hours
How vain the efforts to erect .
Ho! ye that thirst, approach the spring
Ho, ye upon whose fever'd cheeks.
I come to thee, Almighty God

If God himself be for me

If on our daily course our mind
If the Lord our leader be
I know thy soul believes

I lay my sins on Jesus

I love to see a man whose acts
I'll hope no more

I see the old man in his grave.
Incarnate Word, by every grief
In every object here I see
In sleep's sublime oblivion laid
In the highest realms of glory

In vain our fancy strives to paint

In vain we seek a heaven below the sky

I praised the earth in beauties seen
It is not length of years which lends
Jesus, I my cross have taken

Jesus, my all, to heaven is

Jesu, the author of our life

gone

Let fools for riches strive and toil
Let not this weak, unknowing hand

Jesus, the name I love so well

Jesus, thy blood and righteousness

Lead, kindly light, amid the encircling gloom

Lift to the firmament your eye

Lift up thine eyes, afflicted soul

Oct. 3
Mar. 13

Dec. 17

Feb. 25
Jan. 6

Feb. 23

Mar. 29

Let us make now man in our image

Sept. 18

Let worldly minds the world pursue

June 28

Long the sun hath gone to rest

Aug. 23

Look how the flower which ling'ringly doth fade

April 14

Lord, as to thy dear cross we flee

Sept. 22

Lord, at this closing hour

Dec. 16

Lord, by every minstrel tongue

June 30

Lord, and what shall this man do?

Now autumn strews on every plain
Now, Lord, according to thy word

Nor worlds on worlds, in phalanx deep
O Christ, who hast prepared a place
Often amidst the storms of life
Oft in sorrow, oft in woe

O God of life, whose power benign

O God, whose thunder shakes the sky

Oh deep, enchanting prelude to repose
O do not, blessed Lord, depart
Oh! for a closer walk with God
Oh! for a faith that will not shrink

O green was the corn as I rode on my way

Oh! sweet is the vision that loses

Oh, that men to the Lord would give
Oh, when the storm of life is high
Oh, for a thousand tongues to sing

O ignorant poor man, what dost thou bear

O Lord of mercy and of might

O Lord, refresh thy flock

O man, thou image of thy Maker's good
O my son

One there is above all others.

On this beautiful world

O pilgrim, vain each toilsome step

Oppressed with sin and woe

O Saviour, is thy promise fled?

O say not, dream not Heavenly notes

O Thou unknown, almighty cause

O Thou who drys't the mourner's tear.

O Thou who hast thy servants taught

O Thou whose balance does the mountains weigh

O Thou who sitt'st enthroned on high

Our blest Redeemer ere he breathed

May 10

July 8
Sept. 4
Nov.

4

Dec. 26
Sept. 23
May 6
April 15

Mar. 14

Prayer is the soul's sincere desire

Quiet, Lord, my froward heart

Regard the world with cautious eye

Rejoice, believer in the Lord

Religion's all. Descending from the skies

Religion's holy hopes kindle a joy

Religion only forms man's soul

Rest for the toiling hand

Mar. 3

Rise, my soul, on wings of fire

Rock of ages cleft for me

Say, are you sure that mercy will extend
Say, why thus heavy, O my soul
Saviour, like a shepherd lead us
Saviour, thy Father's promise send
See with a smile of gladness meek
Send out thy light and truth, O God
Set, Lord, a watch before my mouth
Shail men pretend to pleasure
Sin can never taint thee now
Sing to the Lord a joyful song
Soldiers who to Christ belong

Some angel guide my pencil while I draw
Some griefs there are which seem to form
Soon another year is gone
Sprinkled with his atoning blood
Spirit of God descend upon my heart
Spirit of spring, when the cheek is pale
Stand nobly forth ye rich of the land
Star of the East, how sweet art thou
Stranger, henceforth be warned
Strange it doth seem that man
Still to the mighty Lord of Hosts
Summer leaves are fading
Surely to such as do him fear

Sweet day, so cool, so calm, so bright
Teach me, O Lord, the perfect way
Tell me not, in mournful numbers
Thankless for favours from on high
The bird let loose in Eastern skies

The childlike faith that asks not sights
The wintry winds have ceased to blow
The earth is thine, the summer earth
The fairest action of our human life
The festal morn, my God, is come.
The fool hath said there is no God

The cheerful Sabbath bells wherever heard

Sept. 14

Aug. 15

Jan. 18

Sept. I

July 18

The glories of our birth and state

The heart has tendrels like the vine

The highborn soul

The highest honours that the world can boast

Oct. 18

The Lord is risen indeed

The Lord will happiness divine

The loved but not the lost

The lovliest charms of bow'r or field

The man no guard or weapon needs
The promise of the morrow

The proud attributes

The question is not if our earthly race
The Saviour lends the light and heat

Time, Time, will seam and blanch my
Time's waters will not ebb nor stay
'Tis thou, my God, to thee belong.
To all my weak complaints and cries
To God alone, whose power divine.
To God the only wise

To Heaven's high city I direct my
To morrow, Lord, is thine

Thus fares the man whom virtue
Unto me glad summer

Upon your heart this truth may rise

journey

Virtue, but poor, God in this earth does place
Wake all ye mounting tribes, and sing
Weak and irresolute is man

We barter life for pottage ! sell true bliss

We cannot always trace the way

We have a solemn trust, God's holy word
We hear the voice of God within

We need not bid for cloister'd cell

We saw thee not when thou didst tread
We speak of the realms of the blest
We've trod the maze of error round
What art thou, life? The saint and sage
What is mercy, 'tis a stream
What is this body, fragile, frail
What is the gift of life

What secret hand at morning light

What thousands never knew the road

Oct. 13
Mar. 4
Jan. 2
Dec. 23
Aug. 30
Mar. 22

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Nov. 23

July 19
May 18

Νου. 8
May 30
June 14
May 25
June 19

Dec. 22