Rich are the joys which cannot die Rock of Ages, cleft for me. Risc, my soul, and stretch thy wings Rise, crown'd with light, imperial Salem, rise 186 162 202 108 199 Salvation doth to God belong. 170 Saviour, who thy flock art feeding 170 See, in the vineyard of the Lord Should nature's charms, to please the eye The day is past and gone The gentle Saviour calls The God of Abraham praise The God of life, whose constant care The Lord my pasture shall prepare The morning flowers display their sweets The Saviour, when to heaven he rose There is a land of pure delight The spacious firmament on high The Spirit, in our hearts This is the day the Lord hath made. Though I should seek to wash me clean Triumphant Sion! lift thy head Vital spark of heavenly flame We give immortal praise. und 100 291 #234 148 |