INDEX OF FIRST LINES.
Thou, Whose almighty word..
Thou, Whose unmeasured temple stands Though lowly here our lot may be Thousands, O Lord of hosts! this day Thousands of thousands stand around Thrice holy Name! that sweeter sounds Throned upon the awful tree.. Through all the changing scenes of life Through the night of doubt and sorrow
Thy ceaseless, unexhausted love
Thy faithfulness, Lord, each moment we find
Thy goodness, Lord, our souls confess
Thy way, not mine, O Lord
" Till He come!" O let the words Time is earnest, passing by
Tis midnight, and on Olive's brow To- day the Saviour calls
To Thee, great God of love, I bow
To Thee, O Comforter divine
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To Thee, O dear, dear Saviour
To Thee, O Lord, our hearts we raise
To Thee, our God, we fly
To Thy temple I repair
Try us, O God, and search the ground
UNCHANGEABLE, Almighty Lord Up to the hills I lift mine eyes
VICTIM Divine, Thy grace we claim Vital spark of heavenly flame
WAKE, harp of Zion, wake again Was there ever kindest Shepherd We cannot find Thee out, Lord We come unto our fathers' God We faintly hear, we dimly see We give immortal praise We give Thee but Thine own..
We know, by faith we know..
We plough the fields, and scatter We praise and bless Thee, gracious Lord We praise, we worship Thee, O God We rose to- day with anthems sweet We saw Thee not when Thou didst come We sing of the realms of the blest We sing the praise of Him who died Weary of earth, and laden with my sin Weary of wandering from my God.. Weary souls, that wander wide Welcome, sweet day of rest Welcome, welcome! sinner, hear What a Friend we have in Jesus What are these arrayed in white What equal honour shall we bring What grace, O Lord, and beauty shone What means this eager, anxious throng What shall I do my God to love What various hindrances we meet When all Thy mercies, O my God When at Thy footstool, Lord, I bend When gathering clouds around I view When God of old came down from heaven When, gracious Lord, when shall it be When I can read my title clear When I had wandered from His fold When I survey the wondrous cross..
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831
HYMN
781
806
370
887
27
103
155
642
512
57
262
58
490
754
966
156
967
405
231
888 857 992
619
722
583
687
755 549
782 263
44
566
89
14
821
550
858
317
15
620
126
916
157
297
381
264
621
265
133 536
82
127
968 342
723 45
298
432
232
299
513
382
158


