Incarnate God the soul that knows In ev'ry object here I see In evil long I took delight In themselves as weak as worms - 526 I thirst, but not as once I did I was a grov'ling creature once I will praise thee ev'ry day I would, but cannot, sing 538 452 634 623 371 $91 429 485 331 652 663 539 396 469 641 485 Of all the gifts thine hand bestows Jesus Christ the Lord's anointed 522 tongues 502 472 Oh, may the pow'r which melts the rock O how I love thy holy word Once a woman silent stood Once on a time a paper kite Ouce perishing in blood I lay Once, while we aim'd at Zion's songs On man, in his own image made On the same flow'r we often see One awful word which Jesus spoke One glance of thine, eternal Lord One there is, above all others Oppress'd with unbelief and sins Our Lord, who knows full well Pensive, doubting, fearful heart Physician of my sin-sick soul Pleasing spring again is here Poor Esau repented too late Poor sinners! little do they think Poor, weak, and worthless, though Í am The book of nature open lies The moon in silver glory shone The moon has but a borrow'd light The ice and snow we lately saw The subtle spider often weaves The Saviour calls his people sheep The water stood like walls of brass The billows swell, the winds are 552 551 555 Page Sweet was the time when first 1 felt 555 Sweeter sounds than music knows 502 Ten thousand talents once I ow'd 639 That was a wonder-working word That man no guard or weapon needs 546 360 The church a garden is · 420 The grass, and flow'rs which clothe The God who once to Israel spoke the field 479 499 The Lord, our salvation and light 505 dark 529 Safely through another week Simon, beware! the Saviour said Sinner, art thou still secure Sin enslav'd me many years 524 frames 649 655 662 The peace which God alone reThe saints Immanuel's portion are 665 602 veals 666 The Father we adore 667 504 The castle of the human heart 417 656 The evils that beset our path The kine unguided went The Lord will happiness divine The Lord proclaims his grace abroad $67 336 $78 465 The lion that on Samson roar'd The manna, favour'd Israel's meat The message first to Smyrna sent The prophets' sons, in times of old The Saviour! what a noble flame 520 The saints should never be dis 324 333 458 351 may'd 312 616 The Shunamite, oppress'd with 426 grief 475 The signs which God to Gibeon 647 gave 332 573 The word of Christ, our Lord 453 574 There is a fountain fill'd with 635 blood 592 474 670 This is the feast of heav'nly wine Though Jericho pleasantly stood Though in the outward church be 578 348 621 low 400 Son of God, thy people's shield Sov'reign grace has pow'r alone 389 Tho' cloudy skies, and northern 428 blasts 494 Stop, poor sinner, stop and think Strange and mysterious is my life Supported by the word 570 Though troubles assail $13 450 386 Though the morn may be serene Though small the drops of falling rain 497 554 |