Parent of good: thy bounteous hand

Parted from God and far removed

Part in peace! is day before us.

Peace be to this habitation

Perpetual Source of light and grace
Pleasant are thy courts above

Pour, blessed Gospel, glorious news for man
Pour forth the oil,-pour boldly forth

Pour out thy spirit from on high

Praise the Lord! ye heavens, adore him
Praise to God, immortal praise.

Praise to our God, whose bounteous hand.
Praise to thee, thou great Creator

Praise to the Lord of boundless might

Praise to thy name, eternal God

Praise waits in Zion, Lord, for thee

Praise ye the Lord, in joyful choir

Praise ye the Lord; 't is good to raise

Prayer is the soul's sincere desire

Prune thou thy words, the thoughts control
Pure spirit! O where art thou now
Put not on me, O Lord, this work divine.

Quiet from God! how blessed 't is to keep
Quiet, Lord, my froward heart

Receive Messiah gladly

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Spirit of grace and health and power
Spirit of grace, thou Light of life
Spirit of power and truth and love
Spirit of Truth! be thou my guide
Spirit of Truth, who makest bright
Stand up and bless the Lord
Star of peace to wanderers weary
Still with thee, O my God.
Sunlight of the heavenly day
Suppliant, lo! thy children bend
Supreme Disposer of the heart.
Supreme o'er all Jehovah reigns
Sweet day! so cool, so calm, so bright
Sweet is the friendly voice which speaks
Sweet is the prayer whose holy stream
Sweet is the scene when virtue dies
Sweet is the work, my God, my King
Sweet slumbers, come and chase away

Teach me, my God and King
Tender mercies on my way

Thank the Lord who made the earth

Thee will I praise, O Lord, in light.

Thee would I love, my strength, my tower
The fountain in its source.

The glorious universe around

The God of glory walks his round
The God of harvest praise

The heaven of heavens cannot contain

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The last full wain is on the road
The leaves around me falling
The Lord be with us as we bend
The Lord hath builded for himself
The Lord, how tender is his love

The Lord is King! lift up thy voice

The Lord is my shepherd, no want shall I know
The Lord my pasture shall prepare

The Lord my shepherd is.

The Lord of all my shepherd is

The Lord will come, and not be slow
The mighty God who rolls the spheres

The morning dawns upon the place
The mourners came at break of day

The prayers I make will then be sweet indeed
The praying spirit breathe

The pure and peaceful mind

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There's not a bird, with lonely nest
There's nothing bright, above, below
The saints on earth and those above.
The Saviour, what a noble flame
These mortal joys, how soon they fade
The shadows of the evening hours
The spacious firmament on high

The spring-tide hour brings leaf and flower
The sun is sinking fast

The thought of God, the thought of thee.
The uplifted eye, the bended knee
The winds were howling o'er the deep
They are all gone into the world of light
They whose course on earth is o'er
They who seek the throne of grace
This child we dedicate to thee

This is enough:-although 't were sweet
This is the day of Light

Thou art, O God, the life and light
Thou art the first, and thou the last

Thou art with me, O my Father

Though sorrows rise, and dangers roll

Though wandering in a stranger land

Thou God of love! beneath thy sheltering wings

Thou Grace Divine, encircling all

Thou, great Creator, art possessed

Thou hidden love of God, whose height

Thou inevitable day.

Thou long disowned, reviled, oppressed

Thou Lord of hosts, whose guiding hand
Thou, Lord, through every changing scene
Thou must go forth alone, my soul
Thou, my hidden Life, appear

Thou only Living, only True

Thou Power and Peace, in whom we find.
Thou Power supreme, whose mighty scheme
Thousands, O Lord of hosts, this day
Thou seest my feebleness

Thou that art strong to comfort! look on me
Thou that sendest sun and rain.

Thou unrelenting Past

Thou very present Aid

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Thou who art enthroned above.

Thou, who in life below

Through all the various shifting scene
Through all this life's eventful road

Thus far the Lord hath led me on

Thus shalt thou love the almighty Lord
Thy home is with the humble, Lord.

Thy kingdom come, with power and grace

Thy name be hallowed evermore
Thy presence, everlasting God.
Thy way is in the deep, O Lord
Thy way, not mine, O Lord

Thy word, O Lord! like gentle dews
Time, what an empty vapour 't is
Times without number have I prayed
'T is gone, that bright and orbèd blaze
To all thy faithful people, Lord.
Today, beneath thy chastening eye
To him who children blessed

To keep the lamp alive

Tomorrow, Lord, is thine.

To prayer, to prayer! for the morning breaks

To thee, my God, my days are known
To thee, my God, whose presence fills