The Lord of glory is my light.
The inan is ever blessed

The moon and planets while they run
The moon is very fair and bright.
The inorning breaks, my voice I raise
The night is past and gone.
The Sabbath of the Lord

The smitten heart and starting tear
The spacious firmament on high.

The sun, that lights the world, shall fade
There is a glorious world of light.
There is a land above

There is a land of pure delight
There is a God who reigns above
There is a fountain filled with blood

There is a grassy bed

There is a path that leads to God.
There is beyond the sky

There's not a star whose twinkling light.
There's not a tint that paints the rose
Thine earthly Sabbaths, Lord, we love
Think, ye who fondly languish
This day belongs to God alone
This God is the God we adore.
This is a precious book indeed
This is the day when Christ arose
This is the field where hidden lies
This is the way to know the Lord
This year is hastening too away
Those children who a promise give
Thou art our Shepherd, gracious Lord
Thou art ny portion, O my God
Though I am young, I have a soul
Though in the earthly church below.
Thou great Instructer, iest I stray
Thou Man of griefs, remember me
Thou sweet gliding Kedron

Thou who didst with love and blessing
Through all the dangers of the night
Thus far we're spared again to meet
Thy kingdom come, thus day by dav

Thy works proclaim thy glory, Lord.
Tine grows not old with length of years.

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'Tis a point I long to know

"Tis finished, so the Saviour cried

'Tis Jesus speaks, I fold, says he

"Tis religion that can give

"Tis sweet to rest in lively hope

To dwell with sinners here below
To do to others as I would
To Cod the Father, God the Son
To Jesus, the crown of my hope
To-morrow, Lord, is thine

To thee, my Shepherd, and my Lord

To praise the Saviour's name.

To thee, O blessed Saviour

To thee our wants are known

To thee, the little children's friend

To thy temple I repair

'Twas God who made the earth and skies

Try us, O God, and search the ground

Union, it is a hallowed name

Visit, Lord, thy habitation.

Wafted o'er the breast of ocean

Wake, slumbering world. a midnight cry

We are but young, yet we may sing
We come, we come, with loud acclaim
Weep, little children, weep

Welcome, sweet day of rest

Velcome, sweet morn, we hail with joy
elcome the sweet, the sacred hour
elcome, welcome, dear Redeemer.
e meet for evening prayer

now from school depart

e offer, Lord, an humble prayer
ought to speak with humble fear.

e seen to hear a voice of praise

hat a mercy, what a treasure

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What cheering words are these

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What is an idol? every heart

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What is there, Lord, a child can do

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What souls are those that venture near

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What various hinderances we meet

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When a foolish thought within.
When all thy mercies, O my God.
When at thy footstool, Lord, I bend
When bending o'er the brink of life
When daily I kneel down to pray
When Eli's sons, by deeds profane
Whene'er I take my walks abroad
Whene'er the angry passions rise
When gathering clouds around I view
When His salvation bringing.
When I can read my title clear
When I frequent the house of prayer
When I lock up to yonder sky.
When I survey the wondrous cross
When Jesus left his Father's throne
When Jesus to the temple came
When little Samuel woke
When rising from the bed of death
When sickness, pain, an death
When the glorious work begun
When the infant spirit flying
When the Redeemer left his throne
When to the house of God we go

When we children bend the knee
Where is the high and lofty One

Where should I be if God should say

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While, with ceaseless course, the sun
Whither, but to thee, O Lord'

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Who can describe the joys that rise.
Who would not join the fervent cry
Why did Christ my Lord appear
Why have we lips, if not to sing
Why should a living man complain
Why should believers, when they meet.
Why should cold or stormy weather
Why should I join with those in play
Why should I love iny sport so well
Why should I say 'tis yet too soon
Why should we spend our youthful days
Why should we start and fear to die
With humble prayer O may I read
Within these walls be peace
With grateful delight we survey
Witness, ye men and angels now.

Ye angels round the throne
Yes, we trust, the day is breaking
Young childreu once to Jesus came
Young Samuel, in his infant days

Zeal is that pure and heavenly flame

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