Met, O God, to ask thy presence Mid scenes of confusion and creature Nor eye has seen, nor ear has heard No voice can sing, no heart can frame O Christ, thou glorious King, we own O come, let us sing to the Lord O could we find from day to day O could we speak the matchless worth O for a shout of joy O for a sweet inspiring ray O God, to thee our hearts would pay i we praise thee, and confess 133 C. Wesley. 539 Logan. 504 Scott 607 106 128 423 Moravian. 362 Palmer. 610 Watts. 149 516 Richards. 300 C. H. Book. 79 Steele. 480 Miss S. Watts. 91 Beddome. 27 Patrick. HYMNS, Saviour, like a Shepherd lead us Sweet was the time, when first we felt Teach us yet more of thy blest ways The angel comes! he comes to reap The day of wrath, that dreadful day The Lord will come, the earth shall quake There is a fountain filled with blood 501 S. F. Smith. 59 Spirit of Ps.' 409 Bonar's Col. 590 Watts. 200 Kelly. 628 |