Mercy, descending from above
My God, and is thy table spread
My God, permit me not to be

My God, since thou hast raised me up
My grateful soul, for ever praise
My opening eyes with rapture see
My Saviour hanging on the tree

Not to the terrors of the Lord
Now from the altar of our hearts
Now may the God of grace and power
Now the shades of night are gone

O'er mountain-tops the mount of God
O happy day, that stays my choice
O, happy is the man who hears
Oh for a closer walk with God
O holy, holy, holy Lord.

O, in the morn of life, when youth
O let triumphant faith dispel

Ou Sion, and on Lebanon

O Spirit of the living God

204

210

185

174

156

190

134

244

168

138

217

168

215

153

172

236

223

165

. 173

200

180

179

Oh, that my load of sin were gone

198

O thou that hear'st when sinners cry

197

O thou, to whose all-searching sight.

156

Our Lord is risen from the dead

163

O, where shall rest be found

231

Rise, crown'd with light, imperial Salem, rise

162

202

Rise, O my soul, the hours review

Rock of Ages, cleft for me.

Salvation doth to God belong.

108
199

170

The God of Abraham praise

171

205

The God of life, whose constant care

The Lord my pasture shall prepare
The Lord will happiness divine.

The mighty flood that rolls.

The morning flowers display their sweets

The race that long in darkness pined

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.
Thou art the way, to thee alone
Though I should seek to wash me clean
Thou, God, all glory, honour, power
Thus speaks the High and Lofty One.
Time hastens on; ye longing saints
'Tis finish'd; so the Saviour cried
'Tis my happiness below
To Jesus, our exalted Lord

To our Redeemer's glorious Name
To thee let my first offerings rise
To thy temple I repair
Triumphant Sion! lift thy head

Vital spark of heavenly flame

166

141

When all thy mercies, O my God
When dangers, woes, or death are nigh

When gathering clouds around I view •
Whene'er the angry passions rise.

129

189

210

221

When those we love are snatch'd away

191

When thro' the torn sail the wild tempest is streaming

187

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