Tho' things of earth substantial seem
Thou friend of friendless sinners hear-
Thou hidden love of God, whose height
Thou lamb of God that on the tree
Thou gracious God, whose love un-

known
Thou, Lord, by strictest search hast

known

Thou only sovereign of my heart
Thou sinner's advocate with God
Thou very paschal lamb
Thou whom my soul admires above
Thro' the day thy love has spar'd us
Thus far my God hath led me on
Thy counsels, Lord, shall guide my feet
Thy gracious presence, O my God
Thy promise, Lord, just suits my case
Thy way, O God, is in the sea
'Tis a point I long to know
'Tis sweet to rest in lively hope
'Tis in the mount the Lord is seen
'Tis religion that can give
'Tis my happiness below
To bless thy chosen race

To Christ the Lord let every tongue
To day God bids the faithful rest
To God my Saviour and my King
To God the only wise
To Jesus our exalted Lord
To-morrow, Lord, is thine
To the haven of thy grace
Trav❜ling thro' this vale of tears

U

Uncertain how the way to find
Unto us a son is given

V

Vain delusive world adieu

HYMN.

489

183

248

56

339

9

243

338

59

568

4.99

359

569

477

367

570

276

201

13

487

192

440

571

431

357

375

471

508

447

308

336 101

68

W

gave

Wait, O my soul, thy maker's will
We come to seek thy counsel, Lord
We give immortal praise -
Weary of wand'ring from my God
Welcome sight! the Lord descending
Welcome sweet day of rest
Well might he be called legion
We'll sing of Christ, no matter who
We'll sing the praise of him who
We've no abiding city here
What different pow'rs of grace and sin
What is life? 'tis but a vapour
What sinners value I resign
What various hindrances we meet
When any turn from Zion's way
When blooming youth is snatch'd away
When darkness long has veil'd my mind
When God is nigh my faith is strong-
When, gracious Lord, when shall it be
When I by faith the Saviour's death
When I can read my title clear
When I the holy grave survey
When Isra'l by divine command
When langour and disease invade
When, my Saviour, shall I be
When on the cross my Lord I see
When, O my Saviour, when shall I
When shall thy love constrain
When sins and fears prevailing rise
When the Lord rebukes his servant
When thou my righteous judge shalt

-

come

When we lay in sin polluted
When we pass thro' yonder river
Whence do our mournful thoughts arise
Whence those unusual bursts of joy
Wherefore should I make my moan
While carnal men with all their might

HYMN.
12

456

28

327

524

424

127

164

151

281

330

507

523

4.44

294

520

200

524

246

174

541

115

445

201

198

110

432

262

60

196

527

300

534

572

124

516

199

While I am banish'd from thy house
While in the world we still remain
While on the verge of life I stand
While with ceaseless course the sun
Who are those array'd in white
Why do we mourn departing friends
Why droops my soul with guilt opprest
Why flow these torrents of distress?
Why should believers when they meet
Why should I fear the darkest hour
Why should our mourning thoughts
delight

Why should the children of a king
Why those fears? behold 'tis Jesus
With all my powers of heart and tongue
With joy we meditate the grace
With melting heart and weeping eyes
With tears of anguish I lament
Wounded head! back ploughed with

furrows

Y

Ye angels that stand round the throne
Ye careless dying sinners come
Ye dying sons of men
Ye prisoners of hope

Ye servants of God, your master pro

claim

Ye that in his courts are found

Ye that thirst for solid pleasure
Ye virgin souls arise

Ye wretched, hungry, starving poor
Ye who love the cause of Zion
Your harps, ye trembling saints

Ꮓ
Zion is Jehovah's dwelling
Zion's king shall reign victorious
Zion stands by hills surrounded
'Zion the city of our God

HYMN.

573

482

574

488

536

576

363. 2

575

481

34

577

211

322

372

578

242

350

103

254

399

410

84

26

455

402

579

408

239

168

233

231

240

422

PSALMS

AND

HYMNS.

1. God the Creator of the World. L.M. PSALM C.

BEFORE JEHOVAH's awful throne,
Ye nations bow with sacred joy;
Know that the LORD is GOD alone,
He can create, and he destroy.

1

2 His sov'reign power, without our aid, Made us of clay, and form'd us men: And when like wand'ring sheep we stray'd,

He brought us to his fold again.

3 We'll crowd thy gates with thankful songs,

High as the heav'ns our voices raise; And earth, with her ten thousand

tongues,

Shall fill thy courts with sounding praise.

4 Wide as the world is thy command, Vast as eternity thy love;

Firm as a rock thy truth shall stand, When rolling years shall cease to move!

B