O for a closer walk with God.. Now to grace, as debtors we.. O bless the Lord, my soul. Not from the dust affliction grows.. Now, in a song of grateful praise.. Lord, we adore thy dark designs.. Mary to her Saviour's tomb .... May all my Saviour's love and smart.. My soul, repeat his praise.. My soul, this curious house of clay. Naked, as from the earth we came . Page. .115 153 .114 . 182 161 26 36 46 96 .175 43 74 43 47 71 .137 158 .173 O, my distrustful heart my soul, what means this sadness. O thou from whom all goodness flows.. Our God, how firm his promise stands. O Zion, afflicted with wave upon wave... Pearl of price, thy condescension..... 172 .122 ...156 49 .. 132 80 160 .184 .147 .135 57 114 38 185 Poor angry bosom, hush.... Page. ..111 Poor, weak, and worthless though I am. .....154 Rejoice, ye saints, in every state ..... ...138 Rejoice, believer in the Lord Rich grace, free grace, most sweetly calls Rock of ages, cleft for me. Safe in the fiery furnace.... Sweet the moments, rich in blessing.. Tell me no more of earthly toys.... 138 118 98 65 61 122 161 203 183 The Lord my shepherd is.. 178 The word of Christ our Lord... Thy mercy, my God, is the theme of my song. To bless thy chosen race..... Wait, O my soul, thy Maker's will. Page 207 131. 59 47 13 With all my pow'rs of heart and tongue 40 With meek and contrite hearts, dear Lord 64 85 With one consent let all the earth..... 206 Ye happy souls that stand within Zion's a garden wall'd around 90 205 21 60 HYMNS. 1 Gon 1. His Way is in the Sea. moves in a mysterious way, He plants his footsteps in the sea, 2 Deep, in unfathomable mines He treasures up his bright designs, 3 Ye fearful saints, fresh courage take, 4 Judge not the Lord by feeble sense, 5 His purposes will ripen fast, The bud may have a bitter taste, 6 Blind unbelief is sure to err, B C. M. 2. Gospel Privileges. 1 HAPPY are they to whom the Lord 2 He calls them to his mercy seat, 3 The force of their united cries No pow'r can long withstand; For Jesus helps them from the skies C. M. 4 Then mountains sink at once to plains, 5 Tho' men despise them, or revile, 6 Tho' meanly clad and coarsely fed, They would not change their gospel bread 7 Dear Lord, assist our souls to pay The debt of praise we owe, That we enjoy a gospel day, |