INDEX OF FIRST LINES.
O Lord, how happy should we be
O Lord, I would delight in Thee
O Lord of heaven, and earth, and sea
O Lord of hosts, whose glory fills
O Lord of life and death; we come
O Lord of life, Thy quickening voice
O Love Divine and golden
O Love Divine, how sweet Thou art
0 Love Divine, that stooped to share
O Love, how deep, how broad, how high
O Love of God, how strong and true
O Master, it is good to be
O my offended God
O my Saviour, hear me
0 mystery of Love Divine
O Painter of the fruits and flowers
O Paradise! O Paradise
O quickly come, dread Judge of all
O render thanks to God above
O sacred Head, once wounded
O Saviour, precious Saviour
O Spirit of the living God
O that I could my Lord receive
O that my load of sin were gone
O that Thou wouldst the heavens rend
O the delights, the heavenly joys
O Thou eternal Victim, slain
O Thou from Whoin all goodness flows O Thou that hear'st when sinners cry 0 Thou, the contrite sinner's Friend 0 Thou through suffering perfect made O Thou, to Whom in ancient time 0 Thou, to Whose all- searching sight
O Thou Who camest from above
O Thou Who hast our sorrows borne O Thou, Whose tender mercy hears
O timely happy, timely wise
0' tis enough, my God, my God
O what shall I do my Saviour to praise
O where is He that trod the sea
O who like Thee, so calm, so bright
O Word of God incarnate
O'er the gloomy hills of darkness
Oft in danger, oft in woe
O worship the King, All glorious above
" O worship the Lord in the beauty of holiness
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Oh, mean may seem this house of clay
Oh, safe to the Rock that is higher than I Oh, show me not my Saviour dying Oh, the bitter shame and sorrow
Oh, what amazing words of grace On all the earth Thy Spirit shower
Once in royal David's city
One sole baptismal sign
One there is, above all others
Oh come, all ye faithful
Oh, come to the merciful Saviour Who calls you
Oh, it is hard to work for God
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Our heavenly Father, hear
Our Jesus is gone up on high
Our Lord is risen from the dead
Only a step to Jesus
Onward, Christian soldiers, marching as to war Our blest Redeemer, ere He breathed
Our portion is not here, O Lord
Out of the depth of self- despair
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827
HYMN
486 418
819
793 991 831 783 130 425
78 54 122
287 951 131 824
540
200
681
147 79 771
288
337
289
188 148 466 651 189 812
607
426 366 290
291
832
379
419
124
125
244
680
608
772
427
114
255
367 123 952 187 953 257
579
906 560 98 954
446 226
718 227
639 F07
691