The day of wrath, that dreadful day.
The deluge, at the Almighty's call..
Thee will I love, my strength and tower
The God of Abraham praise
The God of harvest praise.

The gospel comes with welcome news
The heavens declare thy glory, Lord........
The hour, the hour, the parting hour..
The kine unguided went.

The Lord into his garden comes
The Lord my Shepherd is...

The Lord's my Shepherd, I'll not want.
The Lord will happiness divine...
The moment a sinner believes..
The more the cross, the nearer heaven.
Then, fainting soul, arise and sing..
The promise of my Father's love..
The promises I sing

There is a fountain filled with blood.
There is a heaven above the skies..
There is a land of pure delight...

Watts. 139

Doddridge. 127
Cowper. 172
390

Watts. 383
465

There is a time, we know not when.................J. A. Alexander.

The saints should never be dismayed.
These years of life...

Thou God of glorious majesty.
Thou Judge of quick and dead.

...

Thou hidden source of calm repose..
Thou restless soul!.

Thousands, O Lord of Hosts, this day

Thou seest my feebleness.

Thou very present aid.

Thou who didst for Peter's faith

...

.Cowper. 98
359

Thou who in that bitter night..
Thou whose almighty word

Through all the changing scenes of life.
Through all the various shifting scenes.

Through sorrow's night and danger's path..
Through tribulations deep...

Thus far my God hath led me on.

Thy mansion is the Christian's heart..

Thy mercy, my God, is the theme of my song .
Thy way, not mine, O Lord

Thy ways, O Lord, with wise design.

"Tis a point I long to know...

'Tis by the faith of joys to come.

'Tis finished! the Messiah dies.
"Tis finished, 'tis done .......
'Tis my happiness below

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H. K. White 364

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"Tis not too hard, too high an aim.
To-day mine, to-morrow thine...
Together let us sweetly live.....
To keep the lamp alive..
To-morrow, Lord, is thine..
To thee, O dear, dear country.
To the hills I lift mine eyes..
Tremble not, though darkly gather...

UNTIL thou didst comfort me..
Unto thine altar, Lord..

Up to the fields where angels lie.
Upward I lift mine eyes..

VAIN are all terrestrial pleasures...

WAIT, my soul, upon the Lord..
Weary of struggling with my pain.
Weary of wandering from my God.
We journey through a vale of tears.
Weep not for a brother deceased.
Weep not-Jesus lives on high..
We've no abiding city here..
We would see Jesus....
What are these in bright array.
What cheering words are these.
Whatever God does is well...
What have I in this barren land
What is our calling's glorious hope.
What is the thing of greatest price..
What must it be to dwell above.....

What no human eye hath seen
What poor despised company.
What shall I render to my God.
What strange perplexities arise.
What think you of Christ..
What tho' my frail eyelids refuse..
What thousands never knew the road..
What various hindrances we meet..
What within me and without.
When all thy mercies, O my God.
When any turn from Zion's way.
Whence doth come my peace, my joy..
When darkness long has veiled my mind.
When, gracious Lord, when shall it be.
When I can read my title clear....
When I can trust my all with God..
When I survey the wondrous cross.
When languor and disease invade..
When morn awakes our hearts
When shall I see the day.
When the worn spirit wants repose...
When this passing world is done.
When sins and fears prevailing rise.
While I lived without the Lord..........
While others pray for grace to die
Whither goest thou, pilgrim, stranger.
Who can the thoughts conceive.

Who seeks in weakness an excuse..
Who shall the Lord's elect condemn.
Who sings with such rejoicing..
Why do we mourn departing friends
Why haltest thus, deluded heart....
Why, O my soul, these gloomy fears

Why pour'st thou forth thine anxious plaint.
Why should I fear the darkest hour..

Why should we start and fear to die.
Why thus impatient to be gone..

Witness, ye men and angels now.

YEA, my spirit fain would sink.

Addison, 163

Newton. 597

615

Cowper. 171

Ye angels who stand round the throne...Maria de Fleury. 361

Ye golden lamps of heaven, farewell.
Ye holy angels bright...

Doddridge. 228
Baxter. 8

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Yes, our Shepherd leads with gentle hand... Krummacher. 97
Yes, since God himself hath said it ..
Ye trembling souls, dismiss your fears.
Ye visions bright, of heavenly birth..
Ye who know your sins forgiven.
Your harps, ye trembling saints

.Newton. 517
.Beddome. 619

246

437

Toplady. 324