+Father, I well may praise Thy name.
Father in heaven, Thy ceaseless love
Father of all, we bow to Thee
Father of light and love
Father of mercies, in Thy word.
Father of Spirits, we entreat
+Father, these souls of ours have been
Father, we thank Thee for Thy care
Fear was within the tossing bark
For a season called to part
+For us Thou spread'st a table, Lord
Friend after friend departs
From all that dwell before the skies
From Greenland's icy mountains
From the first dawn of infant life
From year to year in love we meet.
Glory to Thee, my God, this night
+Go, be my witnesses to men
Go, labour on, spend and be spent
Go, when the morning shine th
Go, worship at Immanuel's feet
God bless our native land
God bless our Sunday Schools
God entrusts to all
God is in heaven! and can He hear
God is love: His mercy brightens
God might have made the earth
God moves in a mysterious way.
God of mercy, God of grace
God of mercy, throned on high
God sendeth sun, He sendeth shower
Good David, whose psalms
Great God, and wilt Thou condescend
Great God, to Thee my voice I raise.
Great God! we sing that mighty hand
Great God, with heart and tongue.
Great God! with wonder and with praise
+Great is Thy mercy, Lord
Great Saviour, who didst condescend
Hail to the Lord's anointed
Happy heaven! no more tears.
Happy the souls to Jesus joined
Hark the glad sound, the Saviour comes
Mrs. Adams
Taylor
T. R. Taylor
Watts
Doddridge
Hark! the herald angels sing
Hark! the voice of love and mercy.
Heavenly Father! Thou hast guided.
Heavenly Father! we draw near Thee
Here is the Spring where waters flow
Here we suffer grief and pain
High in the heavens, eternal God
Holy Bible, book divine
Holy Saviour, Thou hast told us
Holy Spirit, from on high.
How dearly God must love us
How fine has the day been
How glorious is Thy word, O God
How glorious Zion's courts appear
How happy is the child who hears
How high Thou art! our songs can own
How long sometimes a day appears
How lovely are Thy dwellings, Lord
How precious is the book divine
How shall I build an altar
How shall I sing that majesty
How glorious is our heavenly King
How shall the young secure their hearts Watts
How still and peaceful is the grave.
How sweet the name of Jesus sounds
How sweet to think that all who love
Novalis, tr. Macdonald.
Taylor
Lamp of our feet, whereby we trace
Lead, kindly Light.
Let all assembled here
Let children never fear
Let Christain faith and hope dispel.
Let saints below in concert join.
+Let Thy own voice, O Father, say
Let us with a gladsome mind
Little drops of water
Lord! a little band and lowly
Lord, am I precious in Thy sight
Lord, before Thy throne we bend
Lord, by every minstrel tongue
Lord, dismiss us with Thy blessing
Lord! forgive me, day by day
+Lord, for the gifts so rich and free
Lord God, the Holy Ghost.
Lord, how delightful 'tis to see
Lord, I have made Thy word my choice
Lord, I have passed another day
Lord, in the morning Thou shalt hear
Lord, it belongs not to my care
Lord, now we part in Thy blest name
Lord, we come before Thee now
Lord, what is man, that child of pride
Love Divine, all love excelling
Lowly and solemn be .
Man of sorrows and acquainted
May the grace of Christ our Saviour
Mighty God, while angels bless Thee
Morn amid the mountains
My dear Redeemer and my Lord.
My God a God of pardon is
My God, how endless is Thy love
My God, my Father, while I stray.
My God was with me all the night
My God who makes the sun to know
My heart is resting, O my God
My helper God! I bless His name
My Saviour, on the word of truth
My soul, repeat His praise.
Nearer, my God, to Thee
New every morning is the love
Now from the altar of my heart
Now may He who from the dead
Now pray we for our country
Now the dreary night is done
+Now winter holds his solemn reign
Xtn. Ballads (U.S.) 139
H. for Little Children. 67
Original
O God of Jacob, by whose hand.
O God! I thank Thee that the night
O God, whose holy child this morn
O happy land! O happy land!
O Lord! another day is flown
to Lord, how happy is the time Tr. fr.
O Lord, how happy should we be
O Lord, our everlasting God
O Lord, Thy heavenly grace impart
O Lord, turn not Thy face away
O Love Divine, how sweet Thou art
O mother dear, Jerusalem
O not to fill the mouth of fame.
O should those hours which here we
to Son of man-Thy name by choice
O Spirit of the living God
spend Miss Thomson
G. B. Macdonald
Montgomery
Watts
O that the Lord would guide my ways
O Thou, that sitt'st in heav'n, and see'st * Quarles
O Thou to whom in ancient time
O where shall rest be found
Oh, for a heart to praise my God
Oh! for the noble mind
Oh, let us all be glad to day
Oh! worship the King.
Once in the silence of the night
One is kind above all others
One there is above all others
Pierpont
Montgomery,
C. Wesley
Appledore S.S.H.B. 92
M. Luther, tr. J. Hunt 130
Sir R. Grant
+Our Father, hear our longing prayer
Our God, our help in ages past
Part in peace! .
Praise be Thine, most Holy Spirit
Praise God from whom all blessings flow Ken
Praise, praise, God in song
Praise the Lord! ye heav'ns adore Him
Saviour, thro' the desert lead us
Saviour, we would be Thy sheep.
Scorn not the slightest word or deed
See, from Zion's sacred mountain
See, the kind Shepherd Jesus stands
See, the leaves around us falling.
Shall hymns of grateful love
She loved her Saviour, and to Him
Songs of praise the angels sang
Sow in the morn thy seed
Sun of my soul, Thou Saviour dear.
Suppliant, lo! Thy children bend
Sweet is the time of Spring
Sweet was the gospel's joyful sound
Teach me, my God and King
The darkness is over, the sun is on high
The day of rest is passed away
The God of love my Shepherd is
The happy fields, the heavenly host
The Lord is rich and merciful
The Lord will come, and not be slow
The night is come, like to the day
The saints of God are holy men
The Saviour comes! no outward pomp
The spacious firmament on high
There is a happy land
There is a Holy Dove that sings
There is a land of pure delight
There was a time when children sang
This blessed day once more returns
This earth, indeed, is good and fair
This is the happy place
This shall be the children's cry
Thou art gone to the grave
Thou art the Way, by Thee alone
Thou God of love and mercy hear
Thou hidden love of God, whose height
Thou wast, O God, and Thou wast blest
Thou who art enthroned above
Thou whose Almighty word
Thy conscience be thy crown
"Tis finished-so the Saviour cried
To bless Thy chosen race
To Father, Son, and Holy Ghost
To-morrow, Lord, is Thine
+To the God that guards us
T'was God that made the Ocean.
Unto Him who guards us sleeping.
H. for Little Chil.
Watts
T. R. Taylor
Mrs. Davids' Col. 112
Appledore S.S.H.B. 57
J. Montgomery
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