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There 's not a tint that paints the rose '• 22 'The saints on earth and those above . - 176 The Saviour comes no outward pomp - 97 These glorious minds, how bright they shine . 177 The Son of God came down from heaven . 80 The spirit breathes upon the word - - 68 The sun has gone to rest - - 25 The thunder bursts its rolling might . - 196 Thine earthly Sabbaths, Lord, we love - 169 This is the day when Christ arose - - 13 Thou art gone to the grave! but we will not deplore
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thee - Thou art, Oh God, the life and light Though lost to our sight, we may not deplore thee 157
Thou sweet gliding Kedron, by thy silver stream 103 Thou, who didst with love and blessing - 202 Thus shalt thou love the Almighty Lord . 121 'T is gone, that bright and orbed blaze - 120 'T is Jesus speaks! “I fold,” says he - 150 'T is midnight, and on Olive's brow . - 102 *T is summer, glorious summer . - 188 To Thee, the little children's Friend . - 197 To thy temple I repair - - 48 Turn, turn thy hasty foot aside - . 128 *T was by an order from the Lord - 69 Unveil thy bosom, faithful tomb - - 155 Upward I lift mine eyes - - 39 Wake not, oh mother sounds of lamentation 93 We bless Thee for this sacred day - - 23 We come our Sabbath hymn to raise - 160 Were not the sinful Mary's tears - . 100 We seem to hear a voice of praise - 200 We've passed another Sabbath day . - 21 What is there, Lord, a child can do - - 136 What souls are those, that venture near - 165 When brighter suns and milder skies - 186 When daily I kneel down to pray - - 53 When flowers in summer appear . - 192 When for some little insult given - - 75 When gathering clouds around I view - 95 When, his salvation bringing - - 99 When in my heart rise angry thoughts - 126
When Jesus Christ was here below . - 118
When Jesus left his Father's throne
PORTSMOUTH SUNDAY SCHOOL HYMN BOOK.
1. Morning Hymn. C. M. Peterboro’. W. B. O. Peabody. 1 My God! by thy directing power, The rising light returns; And high within his morning tower The sun serenely burns.
2 Thou faithful guardian of my days'
3 Thou hast preserved my sleeping breath
While many an eye was closed in death,
4 Oh! thus protect me till the last
2. Morning Hymn. L. M. Hebron. Pierpont. 1 O God! I thank thee that the night In peace and rest has passed away, And that I see in this fair light My Father's smile that makes it day.
3, 4. MORNING HYMN.
2 Be thou my guide, and let me live As under thine all-seeing eye;
Supply my wants, my sins forgive,
And make me happy when I die.
3. Morning Hymn. C. M. Peterboro’. Watts. 1 ONCE more, my soul! the rising day Salutes my waking eyes; Once more, my voice, thy tribute pay To Him, who rules the skies.
2 Great God! Let all our hours be thine,
4. Morning or Evening Hymn. C. M. Dedham. 1 ALMIGHTY Father, heavenly King! Who rulest the world above; Accept the tribute children bring, Of gratitude and love.
2 To thee, each morning, when we rise,
3 Our Saviour, ever good and kind,
4 O Lord, extend thy gracious hand,
5, 6. MORNING HYMN.
5. Morning Hymn. C. M. Arlington. 1 My God, thou makest the sun to know His proper hour to rise, And, to give light to all below, Dost send him round the skies.
2. When from the chambers of the east
3 So, like the sun, would I fulfil
4 Give me, O Lord, thine early grace,
1 HARK : T is the breeze of twilight calling
2 Guard us, Oh Thou, that never sleepest,
Thou, who, in silence throned above,