But, Jesus! in that mortal fray, When soon or late, this feeble breath No more to Thee shall pray, Support me through the vale of death, When cloth'd in fleshly weeds again Judge of the world! bethink Thee then INDEX. Abash'd be all the boast of Age!. .... .... ..... Before Jehovah's aweful throne Cleft are the rocks, the earth doth quake... Come, Holy Ghost! our souls inspire.... Creator Spirit! By whose aid ... Forth from the dark and stormy sky From Greenland's icy mountains... Page 17 109 100 52 112 44 ..... 108 16 18 46 60 56 70 66 93 104 81 Great God of Hosts! come down in Thy glory! 85 118 INDEX. Hark! the herald angels sing.. Hark! a glad voice the lonely desert cheers!. Hosanna to the living Lord! In the sun and moon and stars ..... Incarnate Word, who, wont to dwell... I prais'd the Earth, in beauty seen... Jerusalem, Jerusalem! enthroned once on high.... Life nor Death shall us dissever Lo, He comes, in clouds descending Lo the lilies of the field Lord! come away! Lord of mercy and of might!. Lord! whose love, in power excelling. Lord, have mercy, and remove us My Shepherd is the living Lord 35 36 71 89 107 ..... 53 6 Oh Saviour, is Thy promise fled?. O help us Lord! each hour of need..... Oh King of earth and air and sea!. Oh Thou whom neither time nor space INDEX. 119 Page Oh more than merciful! whose bounty gave. Oh Lord, turn not Thy face away from them that lowly lie Oh blest were the accents of early creation Oh God! my sins are manifold, against my life they cry " Oh captain of God's host, whose dreadful might. Oh God that madest earth and sky, the darkness and the day Oh Saviour of the faithful dead Ride on ride on in majesty!... 42 Room for the Proud! Ye sons of clay "Sit Thou on my right hand, my Son!" saith the Lord 63 59 15 Spirit of Truth! on this Thy day 61 The Lord will come! the earth shall quake .... ..... The feeble pulse, the gasping breath .... 3 4 ..... 7 10 27 29 31 32 43 51 54 65 73 Thou art gone to the grave! but we will not deplore thee.... 114 Though sorrows rise, and dangers roll.... 95 120 INDEX. To conquer and to save, the Son of God. Virgin-born! we bow before Thee!. Page 94 97 Wake! not, oh mother! sounds of lamentation! When through the torn sail the wild tempest is streaming. When our heads are bow'd with woe When God came down from Heav'n-the living God.. When all Thy mercies, oh my God.. Who yonder on the desert heath With reverence let the just appear.. With glory clad, with might array'd 39 83 21 26 72 74 84 86 101 79 24 25 FINIS. R. GILBERT, PRINTER, St. John's-square, London. |