My few revolving years
My heart and all my ways, O God
My God, accept my early vows
My God, all nature owns thy sway.
My God, in whom are all the springs
My God, my everlasting hope
My God, my Father may I dare
My God, my King, thy various praise
My God, permit me not to be
My God, permit my tongue
My God, the covenant of thy love
My God, thy boundless love I praise
My Maker and my King.
My never-ceasing song shall show
My soul, praise the Lord, speak good of his name
My soul, repeat his praise
My soul, the awful hour will come
My Sovereign, to thy throne
My times of sorrow and of joy
NOT by the terrors of a slave
Not to the terrors of the Lord
Now let our drooping hearts revive.
Now, Lord, the heavenly seed is sown
Now may he, who from the dead.
Now to the Lord a noble song
O BLESSED souls are they
O bless the Lord, my soul (Watts.)
O bless the Lord, my soul (Montg.)
O bow thine ear, eternal One
O charity, thou heavenly grace
O come, loud anthems let us sing
O'er mountain tops, the mount of God
O'er the gloomy hills of darkness
O'er the realms of pagan darkness
O Father, draw us after thee.
Oft have I turned my eye within
O God, accept the sacred hour
O God, my sins are manifold
O God of love, with cheering ray
O God of Zion, from thy throne
O God, thou art my God alone.
O God unseen, but not unknown
O God, we praise thee, and confess.
O happy is the man who hears.
O how can they look up to heaven
O how I love thy holy law.
O how shall words, with equal warmth
O let your mingling voices rise.
One prayer I have, all prayers in one
One there is, above all others
On Jordan's stormy banks I stand
On thee, each morning, O my God
On thy church, O Power divine
On what has now been sown.
On Zion, his most holy mount
O praise ye the Lord, prepare a new song
praise ye the Lord, prepare your glad voice
O sing to the Lord a new song.
O that my heart was right with thee
O that the Lord would guide my ways
O Thou, enthroned in worlds above
O Thou, from whom all goodness flows
O Thou, our fathers' God
O Thou that hear'st when sinners ery
O Thou, the wretched's sure retreat
O Thou, through all thy works adored
O Thou, who art above all height
O Thou, who hast at thy command.
O Thou, whose arm of power surrounds
O Thou, whose power o'er moving worlds presides
O Thou, whose power the mountains formed
O Thou, whose tender mercy hears
O, 'tis a lovely thing to see
O'twas a joyful sound to hear
Our Father in heaven
Our Father, throned above the sky
Our Father, whose eternal sway
Our God, our help in ages past.
Our God, where'er thy people meet
Our heavenly Father calls.
Our heavenly Father, hear
Our Lord is risen from the dead
Our Lord shall be our hiding-place.
Our sins, alas! how strong they be
Out of the depths of sad distress.
O, who shall see the glorious day
PATIENCE, O what a grace divine
Peace! 't's the Lord Jehovah's hand
Permit thy suppliants, gracious Lord
Placed on the verge of youth, my mind
Praise, everlasting praise be paid
Praise, O praise the name divine.
Praise the Lord, his glory bless
Praise the Lord who reigns above
Praise the Lord,-ye heavens adore him
Praise to God, immortal praise.
Praise to thee, thou great Creator
Praise ye Jehovah's name
Praise ye the Lord, around whose throne
Praise ye the Lord, exalt his name.
RELIGION is the chief concern
Remark, my soul, the narrow bounds.
Rise, crowned with light, imperial Salem, rise
Rise every heart and every tongue
Rise, my soul, and stretch thy wings.
SAFELY through another week.
Savior, bless thy, word to all.
Savior, who thy flock art feeding
Searcher of hearts, before thy face
Searcher of hearts, to thee are known.
See how he loved-exclaimed the Jews.
See Israel's gentle Shepherd stand
See what a living stone
Shall man, O God of light and life
Shall the vile race of flesh and blood
Shall we go on to sin
Shepherds, rejoice, lift up your eyes
Show pity, Lord, O Lord, forgive
Since Jesus freely did appear
Since o'er thy footstool, here below
Sing to the Lord, ye distant lands
Sing we the song of those who stand
Sinners, the voice of God regard
So let our lips and lives express
Songs of immortal praise belong
Songs of praise the angels sang
Sons of men, behold from far
Sovereign of all the worlds on high
Sovereign Ruler of the skies.
Stretched on the cross, the Savior dies
Sweet is the memory of thy grace
Sweet is the scene when virtue dies
Sweet is the work, my God, my King
TEACH me the measure of my days.
Teach us to feel as Jesus prayed.
Thanks for mercies, Lord, receive
The Christian warrior-see him stand
The earth is thine, Jehovah-thine.
The Lord descended from above
The Lord in Zion placed his name
The Lord is my shepherd, no want shall I know
The Lord is our shepherd, our guardian and guide
The Lord my pasture shall prepare.
The Lord my shepherd is
The Lord our God is full of might
The mighty God from Teman came
The morning dawns upon the place
The morn of life, how fair and gay
The race that long in darkness pined
There is a fountain, filled with blood
There is a glorious world on high
There a God,-all nature speaks.
There is a land of pure delight.
There is a world we have not seen
There seems a voice in every gale
There's joy in heaven, and joy on earth.
There's not a place in earth's vast round
The rising morn, the closing day.
The saints on earth, and those above
The Savior calls,-let every ear
The Savior gently calls
The spacious firmament on hign
The spirit in our hearts
The trifling joys this world can give
Th' uplifted eye and bended knee
The wandering star and fleeting wind
This do in memory of your Friend
This is the fast the Lord doth choose
This stone to thee in faith we lay
Thou art, almighty Lord of all.
Thou art, O God, a spirit pure
Thou art, O God, the life and light
Thou art the way,-and he who sighs
Thou art the way; to thee alone.
Though faint, and sick, and worn away
Thou great Creator, wise and good.
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