Lord of all power and might. .
Lord of the Sabbath and its light .
Lord of truth and life immortal .
Lord on whose bounty we depend ..
Lord, subdue our selfish will.
Lord, when we bend before Thy throne
Lost in my dungeon's dreary shade .
Love divine, all love excelling .
Low in the dim and sultry west .

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Many sounds were sweet, most ravishing .
Mark the soft-falling snow . ..
May He who erst on Calvary bled . .
Milder than moonlight on the evening dew. .
Mourner, art thou conscience-stricken .
My ardent soul, in rising youth ..
My greatest grief, my greatest joy.
My home! oh in that one brief word
My lot is in Thine hand; the night, the day
My only Saviour! when I feel .
My Saviour, when Thy law demands
My soul before Thee prostrate lies .
My soul shall cry to Thee, O Lord .

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No condemnation now I dread
No distance breaks the tie of blood.
No more, my God, I boast no more .
Nor human tongue can tell, nor human thought.
Not the labour of my hands . .
Now at the dawn of early day .
Now I have found the blessed ground
Now I know the cross must be endurid
Now the storm has subsided-now cloudless, serene
Now to Thine altar, Lord . .
Now to Him who lov'd us, gave us .
Now, trav'ler in the vale of tears .

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O beautiful beyond depicting words.

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O cast away thy fears.

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O cheer thee, cheer thee, suffering saint
O child of grief, why wee pest thou .
O child of sorrow, be it thine to know
O for a closer walk with God .

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O for a faith that will not shrink .

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O for that tenderness of heart

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O from the world's vile slavery

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O gentlest Saviour, Thou hast borne

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O God, O good beyond compare
O God! what am I in Thy sight .
O grant me, Lord, the temper meet.

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O grieve not for him with the wildness of sorrow

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O had I not that story .

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O happy day that fix'd my choice .

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O hasten, Lord, that blessed time

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O hearken to the healing voice .

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O holy Saviour! Friend unseen .
O how unlike the complex works of man
O let me think how Thou didst leave

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O Lord, how vile am I .
O Lord, my God, do Thou Thy holy will

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O Lord, Thy heavenly grace impart.

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O may Thy angels, while I sleep ..

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O my soul, muse on that awful moment .

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O never, never canst thou know

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O Saviour, I pant for the hour .

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O say, what hope is that which can impart .

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O say, what plea availing proves

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O Son of God and man, receive .
O spread Thy covering wings around

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O sweet is morn's first breeze that strays on the mountain
O talk to me of heaven! I love

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O that the Lord's salvation.

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O Thou God, who hearest prayer.
O Thou great God, whose piercing eye .

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O Thou, the wretched's sure retreat
0 Thou, to whose all-searching sight
O Thou, who for our fallen race .
O Thou, who dry'st the mourner's tear
O Thou, whom soft-eyed Pity once.
O Thou, whose mercy guides my way
O Thou, whose name we dare to own
O what a well of comfort springs.
0 Zion ! lift thy raptur'd eye ..
O'er Kedron's stream and Salem's height
Oft hast Thou, Lord, in tender love.
Oft have I turned my eyes within ..
Oft in still night-dreams, a departed face .
Often, my God, when most I need .
Oh Saviour Jesus—oh most holy Word
One glance of Thine, eternal Lord .
One part, one little part, we dimly scan .
Open our eyes, Thou Sun of life and gladness
Our Father sits on yonder throne.
Our labours done, securely laid .
Our souls shall magnify the Lord ...
Our strength be His omnipotence
Over the raging waves of human will

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Parting soul! the flood awaits thee
Patience ! oh, 'tis a grace divine .
Pilgrim, burthened with thy sin .
Plead Thou, oh plead my cause .
Plunged in a gulph of dark despair.
Poor and afflicted, Lord, are Thine .
Prayer is the soul's sincere desire .
Precept divine! to earth in mercy given
Prince of Peace ! control my will..

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Rise, my soul, and stretch thy wings .
Rise, O my soul, with thy desires to heaven
Rock of Ages, cleft for me. .
Saviour, I dwell in awful night .
Say, who are these arrayed in white.
Say, wouldst thou live, this hallow'd page shall tell
Searcher of hearts ! before Thine eye
See! the mighty Angel stands
Send down Thy likeness from above.
Should any earthly thing distress me
Since from His high exalted seat .
Since o'er Thy footstool here below .
Since the earth in beauty rose .
Since trifles make the sum of human things.
Sing, ye redeemed of the Lord
Sinner, whither wilt thou go.
So, when redeeming love hath sooth'd
Son of God, to Thee I look ..
Songs of praise the angels sang
Soon rapt in visions of celestial joy .
Source and Giver of repose ..
Speak, my Saviour, speak to me .
Spirit of peace! descend and rest .
Sweet as the shepherd's tuneful reed
Sweet babe! she glanc'd into our world to see .
Sweet is the light of Sabbath eve . .

Take courage, O my soul! this life which seems.
Take my heart, 'tis all Thine own .
Take up thy cross; let not its weight .
Th’ Almighty, from His throne, on earth surveys .
That form so marred, shall at the trumpet's sound.
That hope be mine! that anchor of the soul
That joythat joy, is it promised to me .
That Name! O write it here
That Sacrifice! the death of Him . . .
That we may walk with God.

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The billows swell, the winds are high
The closet which the saint devotes to prayer
The day of wrath! that dreadful day
The days and years of time are fled .
The dead in Christ repose in guarded rest .
The fountain in its source .
The God of Israel never sleeps
The golden palace of my God
The Light into the world is come.
The Lord my pasture shall prepare
The Lord of Hosts hath walked .
The Lord shall come! the earth shall quake
The mind with Christian principles imbued.
The pure and peaceful mind .
The quiet chamber where the Christian sleeps
The silver chord in twain is snapped
The slumbering dust of Christ's elect shall wake.
The soul decays not-freed from earth
The soul on earth is an immortal guest .
The soul that loves Thy throne of grace ..
The spacious firmament on high . .
The spirit walks of every day deceased
The storm is o'er—and hark! a still small voice .
The stormy winds rav'd loud and vex'd
The wandering star and fleeting wind
The Word, the uncreated Son
Thee will I love, my strength and tower
There is a fold whence none can stray
There is a fountain filled with blood.
There is a Friend, more tender, true.
There is a joy--unutterable, deep .
There is a lesson in each flower
There is a plant that in its cell .
There is a seoret in the ways of God
There is a voice soft-breathing-still it floats
There is a voiceless eloquence on earth
There is an eye that never sleeps . .

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