Lo! what a glorious sight appears
Lord, what was man when made at first
Lord! when our thoughts delighted rove
Loud let the tuneful trumpet sound
MORTALS, awake, with angels join
My soul, repeat bis praise
My fellow sinners hear
Aly God! my King! O may thy praise
NOT by the terrors of a slave
Not to the terrors of the Lord
Now we can read our title clear
Now let our souls, on wings sublime
Naked as from the earth we came
No war nor battle's sound
No peace our starving souls can find
Not to our names, thou only just and true
O thou, whose pow'r o'er moving worlds presides
O God! when we, to praise thy name
O God! on thee we all depend
O God! to thee we raise our eyes
O hear us, Lord! to thee we call
On God supreme our hope depends,
Our country is Immanuel's ground
Out of the depth of sad distress
O could we soar to worlds above
O God! accept the sacred hour
O thou, before whose gracious throne
Our Lord is risen from the dead
Shine on our souls, eternal God
Shine forth, eternal Source of light
"See how he lov'd!" exclaim'd the Jews
Praise ye the Lord; let praise employ
Praise to God, the great Creator
Praise to thee, thou great Creator
Perpetual Source of light and grace
Praise, everlasting praise be paid
RAISE your triumphant songs
Rejoice, believer, in the Lord
Return, each roving heart, return
Rise ev'ry heart and ev'ry tongue
Rivers from Jesus flow
SING to the Lord, Jehovah's name
Sing to the Lord, who loud proclaims
Sleep, sleep to-day, tormenting cares
Soon will our fleeting hours be past
Sweet is the work, O God! our King
Salvation! O the joyful sound
Sing to the Lord, ye distant lands.
Sing, ye redeemed of the Lord
Supreme and universal light
Supreme in wisdom, love, and grace
Sweet is the friendly voice
See Israel's shepherd stand
See, from the ark, the mystic dove
See the bright Monarch of the sky
Shout! for the blessed Jesus reigns
So did the Hebrew prophet raise
So let our lips and lives express
Send down thy blessing, gracious Lord
Shout to God, in strains immortal
TO God we'll raise an ev'ning song
The glorious Lord, thy works proclaim
The heav'ns declare thy glory, Lord
The heav'n of heav'ns cannot contain
There is a God, all nature speaks
The Lord descended from above
The spacious firmament on high
Thine influence, mighty God! is felt
This is the day the Lord hath made
Thy kingdom, Lord, forever stands
Thy gracious aid, great God impart
"Tis by thy strength the mountains stand
To God, of ev'ry good the spring
Thus the eternal Father spake
The Lord in pow'r and wisdom reigns
The Saviour calls! let ev'ry ear
These glorious minds, how bright they shine
Teach us, O teach us, Lord! thy way
The mighty God who rolls the spheres
The short liv'd day declines in haste
The trav'ller, lost in night
There is forgiveness, Lord! with thee
These mortal joys, how soon they fade
Though ev'ry grace our speech adorn'd
Thou, Lord! through ev'ry changing scene
Thrice happy men, who, born from heav'n
Through all the various shifting scene
Through endless years thou art the same
Thus saith the first and great command
Thy wisdom, pow'r and goodness, Lord
To calm the sorrows of the mind
The triflingjoys this world can give
To thee, our hearts, eternal King
To thee, O God! we homage pay
To those bright realms we lift our eyes
'Twas God who form'd the rolling spheres
The hour of my departure's come
The rising morn, the closing day
"Twas on that dark and monṛnful night
Thy presence, ever-living God
To God, the great redeeming cause
To our Redeemer's glorious name
The righteous Lord, supremely great
"This do in mem'ry of your friend"
This is the fast the Lord doth choose
Thus saith the high and lofty One
Thy name, Almighty Lord
Thy presence, Lord, gives pure delight
Thy goodness, Lord! our souls confess
Thy ways, O Lord, with wise design
"Tis by the faith of joys to come
To our Almighty Maker God
To your Creator God
Thy benediction Lord
UNVEIL thy bosom, faithful tomb.
Upward we lift our eyes
WE bless thee for this sacred day
We sing the Almighty pow'r of God
Wait on the Lord, ye heirs of hope
Weak and irresolute is man
We would not seek, with God our friend
What works of wisdom, pow'r and love
When darkness long has veil'd the mind
When fancy spreads her boldest wings
When gloomy thoughts and boding fears
When he, who from the scourge of wrong
When reft of all, and hopeless care
We love the volumes of thy word
Welcome, thou day of rest
Welcome the hope of Israel's rage
When the last trumpet's awful voice
When sickness shakes the languid frame
Wherefore should man, frail child of clay.
While thee we seek, protecting Pow'r
Why should we waste, in trifling cares
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