How glorious is our heavenly King How shall the young secure their hearts HYMN 77 397 230 375 108 1 258 .250 453 151 How sweet is the Sabbath, the morning of rest 141 Humble praises, holy Jesus I am the creature of the Lord. 21 13 395 173 222 I give immortal praise I hear the call, I will not stay I know that my Redeemer lives 320 101 I live to die, I live to die 491 I love the volume of thy word 145 I love thy Zion, Lord 162 I love to see the glowing sun Is this the kind return I thank the goodness and the grace I would not live alway, I ask not to stay Jerusalem! my happy home Jesus says that we must love him Jesus shall reign where'er the sun 106 Jesus, the sinner's friend! to thee Jesus, united by thy grace 481 447 Jesus, unite our hearts to thee 437 Jesus, when a little child 408 Jesus, where'er thy people meet. .426 Jesus, who knows full well 432 Joy to the world! the Lord is come . 220 King Solomon of old Lately I wandered sadly, where Let children bless the Saviour's name Let party names no more Like her who on Samaria's ground 234 380 377 227 . 514 352 277 446 434 387 490 Lord, before thy throne we stand HYMN 171 509 140 155 256 Lord, teach a little child to pray. 36 49 Lord, we come before thee now Lord, teach a sinful child to pray Lord, thou hast searched and seen me through. 75 Lord, we esteem the favour great. 54 462 Lord, what a feeble piece 260 Love is the theme of saints above Maker of the Sabbath day May we who teach the rising race 123 247 473 . 518 62 203 338 . 501 111 283 129 439 226 Not by the brazen trumpet's voice O come, thou great and gracious power O'er the gloomy hills of darkness O for a closer walk with God O for a heart to feel. O for a heart to praise my God O God! I thank thee that the night O Jesus, delight of my soul O Jesus, not for pride O Lord, behold before thy throne. O Lord, encouraged by thy grace O Lord, forgive a sinful child HYMN 360 327 519 321 505 428 336 200 170 38 212 307 168 56 81 97 438 53 477 44 O Lord, let our songs find acceptance before thee 369 O Lord of hosts, thou King of kings O Lord our God! how wondrous great O that it were my chief delight O that the Lord would guide my ways Plunged in a gulf of dark despair One there is above all others Once more we keep the sacred day Our Saviour was a lovely child Our tongues were inade to bless the Lord Palms of glory, raiment bright Poor and needy though I be Poor children who are all the day Praise God, from whom all blessings flow 100 Praise to the Lord, for they are past . 502 Praise to the Sovereign of the sky 239 Prayer is appointed to convey 433 Prayer is the soul's sincere desire 429 Quickly my days have passed away 330 Remember thy Creator now Religion is the chief concern Return, my wandering soul, return Rise, my soul, and stretch thy wings. Saints, with pious zeal attending Saviour, who, thy flock art feeding 229 410 197 351 297 495 422 . 218 94 161 430 |