Rise, my soul, and stretch thy wings Cennick 127 Shall we grow weary in our watch Since all the downward tracks. Sovereign Ruler of the skies Sow in the morn thy seed Strange and mysterious is my life Sweeter sounds than music knows Take up thy cross, the Saviour said. 66 60 118 There is a fountain filled with blood. There is an hour when I must part. 240 Thine eye, Lord God, alone can see. 23 Thou art, O Christ, the Way Thou glorious Sovereign of the skies. Doddridge Thou gracious God and kind 'Tis the Lord, I know it is To be the gracious Saviour's choice. Montgomery 14 G. Smith 31 87 Oliver 67 Whatsoever be the seed When all thy mercies, O my God When sins and fears When the Lord rebukes When the world my heart When we cannot see our way. Where can we hide, or whither fly Why should I fear Why should the children of a King Who is as the Christian great JONATHAN PALMER, PRINTER, CAMBRIDGE. |