Sing, ye redeemed of the Lord
Sons of men, behold from far
Songs of praise, the angels sang
O thou, who when I did complain
O thou God who hearest prayer
O thou, who hast at thy command
O that the Lord would guide our ways ....
Peace, troubl'd breast, whose plaintive moan
Praise the Lord, ye heavens adore him......
Prayer is the soul's sincere desire
Praise to God, immortal praise
Plung'd in a gulph of dark despair
Rise, ye christians, rise and sing
Sing, ye sons of men, O sing
Soon will the evening star with silver ray
The spacious firmament on high
The Lord is King! let earth obey
The Lord is King! lift up thy voice
The spirit breathes upon the word
The Lord my pasture shall prepare..
The festal morn, O God, is come
There is a land of pure delight..
Thou that sitt'st enthron'd above.....
Thou boundless source of ev'ry good
Thy hand, great God, earth's base had laid
That now another year we see....
'Tis good for us most gracious Lord
To our Redeemer's glorious name
To God your voice in anthems raise
To-morrow, Lord, is thine
Vital spark of heav'nly flame
When rising from the bed of death....
When streaming from the eastern skies
When Christ, our Lord, a table spreads
When wand'ring comfortless and low...
When all the mercies of my God
When in the hour of lonely woe
When marshall'd on the nightly plain.
What sinners value, we resign
while, by calm reflection led
Ye blest inhabitants of heav'n