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101 | With grateful joy will we record | | | | | |  | |
102 | Be it my only wisdom here | | | | | |  | |
103 | Lord of universal nature | | | | | |  | |
104 | Again time's never tiring hand | | | | | |  | |
105 | To Thee, Almighty God and King | | | | | |  | |
106 | There is an eye that all surveys | | | | | |  | |
107 | The infant deems some pleasure lies | | | | | |  | |
108 | Go, mark the tear in pity's eye | | | | | |  | |
109 | Yon glorious clouds that curtain round | | | | | |  | |
110 | Teach me, O Lord, while here below | | | | | |  | |
111 | Almighty God, most gracious power | | | | | |  | |
112 | Beyond, beyond the boundless sea | | | | | |  | |
113 | On the waves there is a form | | | | | |  | |
114 | When on the fragrant sandal tree | | | | | |  | |
115 | O when the hours of life are past | | | | | |  | |
116 | The rose, the sweetly blooming rose | | | | | |  | |
117 | Through each perplexing path of life | | | | | |  | |
118 | Our youthful joys fly like a summer's gale | | | | | |  | |
119 | Our life advances to its close | | | | | |  | |
120 | Why should a weak and vain desire | | | | | |  | |
121 | When a few years, or days perhaps | | | | | |  | |
122 | Thought of wonder, O how mighty | | | | | |  | |
123 | Think, O my soul, how much depends | | | | | |  | |
124 | To God, while flowers bloom on the bank | | | | | |  | |
125 | My God, by thy protecting power | | | | | |  | |
126 | O Father, though some anxious fear | | | | | |  | |
127 | Father, whate'er of earthly bliss | | | | | |  | |
128 | Our youthful years fleet quick away | | | | | |  | |
129 | Lead us, Heavenly Father, lead us | | | | | |  | |
130 | God!--what a great and awful word! | | | | | |  | |
131 | Here our brief and transient days | | | | | |  | |
132 | Poor insect! what a little day | | | | | |  | |
133 | What is our life? ah! but a shining vapour | | | | | |  | |
134 | God is here!--how sweet the sound! | | | | | |  | |
135 | Prosperity! thy cloudless hours | | | | | |  | |
136 | Since soul decays not, freed from earth | | | | | |  | |
137 | Weep not for me because I must die | | | | | |  | |
138 | Sweet is the scene where virtue dies | | | | | |  | |
139 | When gay in life, ere joys depart | | | | | |  | |
140 | Nature owns thee for her God | | | | | |  | |
141 | Father, I pray thee, may my heart | | | | | |  | |
142 | O thou, to whom in ancient time | | | | | |  | |
143 | O! to be pure as morning light | | | | | |  | |
144 | I love to rove amidst the starry height | | | | | |  | |
145 | I praised the earth in beauty seen | | | | | |  | |
146a | The shades of night were scarcely fled | | | | | |  | |
146b | Go, sip the rose's fragrant dew | | | | | |  | |
146c | Shall the poor worm that shocks thy sight | | | | | |  | |
147 | Sweet violet, thou that dwellest alone | | | | | |  | |
148 | O, come and learn this kind command | | | | | |  | |
149 | This is the sum of every part | | | | | |  | |
150 | O God! thy goodness fills all space | | | | | |  | |
151 | Who gave the sun his noon-day light? | | | | | |  | |
152 | The hour of my departure's come | | | | | |  | |
153 | May our first dawn of reason rise | | | | | |  | |
154 | The morning flowers display their sweets | | | | | |  | |
155 | Let guilty souls impressed with fear | | | | | |  | |
156 | I'll bless Jehovah's glorious name | | | | | |  | |
157 | Go, like your blessed Saviour, feed the poor | | | | | |  | |
158 | Our Father, yield an evening blessing | | | | | |  | |
159 | Safely through another week | | | | | |  | |
160 | Glory be to God on high | | | | | |  | |
161 | How good and pleasant is the sight | | | | | |  | |
162 | Thou didst make the darksome night | | | | | |  | |
163 | When musing, I behold on high | | | | | |  | |
164 | Come, said Jesus’ sacred voice | | | | | |  | |
165 | O! whence is the freshness that gives the flower | | | | | |  | |
166 | Lord, while on earth we here remain | | | | | |  | |
167 | Night has dropped her dusky veil | | | | | |  | |
168 | There is a time when moments flow | | | | | |  | |
169 | How manifold thy works, O Lord | | | | | |  | |
170 | Seconds make minutes, minutes form the hours | | | | | |  | |
171 | Thy glory, Lord, the heavens declare | | | | | |  | |
172 | O my soul, with all thy powers | | | | | |  | |
173 | If solid happiness we prize | | | | | |  | |
174 | My God! all nature owns thy sway | | | | | |  | |
175 | In every scene thy hands have drest | | | | | |  | |
176 | My soul, adore the Lord of might! | | | | | |  | |
177 | Types of eternal rest--fair buds of bliss | | | | | |  | |
178 | Array'd in clouds of golden light | | | | | |  | |
179 | There is a God, all nature speaks | | | | | |  | |
180 | Dear is the hallowed morn to me | | | | | |  | |
181 | Leaves have their time to fall | | | | | |  | |
182 | Yes,--all we know must die | | | | | |  | |
183 | See the fair summer now is past! | | | | | |  | |
184 | How sweetly flowed the gospel's sound | | | | | |  | |
185 | Ere yet the clouds have past away | | | | | |  | |
186 | Suns and planets--every orb | | | | | |  | |