Hymn

Thy goodness, Lord, our souls confess

9

Thy life I read, my dearest Lord

243

Thy mercy, my God, is the theme of my song

20.

Thy people, Lord, who trust thy word

427

Thy providence, great God, we praise

573

Thy way, O God, is in the sea

495

Thy ways, O Lord, with wise design.
'Tis a point I long to know
'Tis finish'd, the conflict is past
'Tis life to know the dying Lamb.
'Tis my happiness below

'Tis pleasant to sing

494

409

256

87

625

670

'Tis religion that can give

529

To our Redeemer's glorious name
To praise the ever-bounteous Lord
To the eternal Three

To thee, my Shepherd and my Lord
To thee, O Lord, my heav'uly King

129

Нутя

What language now salutes the ear

What jarring natures dwell within
What joy possess'd my heart

What mean these jealousies and fears
What mighty wonders faith has done
What tender pity, love, and care

What think you of Christ? is the test
What various hindrances we meet
When Abra'm, full of sacred awe
When all thy mercies, O my God
When any turn from Sion's way
When at a distance, Lord, we trace
When blooming youth is snatch'd away
When death appears before my sight
When faith beholds the saints above
When faith presents the Saviour's death

220

669

331

264

294

470

207

477

451

497

563

35

661

251

635

292

When first the God of boundless grace

19

While shepherds watch'd their fleecy care
While sinners who presume to bear

33

516

Who hath our report believ'd

Hymn 591

Whom shall I send

the Father cries

Why do I thus complain

27

262

Why droops my soul with grief opprest
Why long'd Paul to be dissolv'd

Why, mourning soul, why flow these tears

58

336

442

Why, O my soul, these anxious cares

Why, O my soul, why weepest thou

204

649

Why should a living man complain
Why should I yield to slavish fears
Why should my soul indulge complaints
Why should the dread of sinful man
Why thus impatient to be gone
Why was unbelieving I

Wisdom divine lifts up her voice
With heav'nly pow'r, O Lord, defend
With joy, ye saints, attend, and raise
With my substance I will honor
With radiant beams the sun arose

With transport, Lord, our souls proclaim
Would you win a soul to God

YE angels, who in glory reign

Ye angels, who stand round the throne

163

301

344

305

350

254

154

458

112

396

601

91

460

88

89

Ye burden'd souls, to Jesus come

201

Ye careless professors who rest on your lees:

400

Ye fleeting charms of earth, farewell

246

Ye glitt'ring toys of earth, adieu

115

Ye hearts, with youthful vigor warm
Ye humble souls, complain no more
Ye humble souls, proclaim abroad
Ye messengers of Christ

Ye mothers, who with growing love
Ye mourning souls, dry up your tears
Ye saints exult in Jesu's name

CHORUSES.

ILORY be to God above, hal.

Great God, thy waiting servants bless
LET sects and names and parties fall
O PRAISE the Lord, ye saints
O'tis a sweet employ

PRAISE ye the Lord, hal.

Praise ye the Lord, the Saviour praise
SAINTS, with joy lift up your eyes
Shout, for the Lord, the Saviour's come

TH' immortal God for me hath dy'd
To Christ the Lord let ev'ry tongue
To him that lives, but once was slain
YE saints, proclaim in joyful strains

A

THE SONG OF THE ANGELS,

For the Nativity of our blessed Lord and Saviour.

'W'

Luke ii. ver. 8—15.

HILE shepherds watch their flocks by night,
All seated on the ground,

The angel of the Lord came down,
And glory shone around.

2 "Fear not," said he, for mighty dread
Had seiz'd their troubled mind;
"Glad tidings of great joy I bring
"To you and all mankind.

3

"To you, in David's town, this day,

"Is born of David's line,

"The Saviour, who is Christ the Lord;

"And this shall be the sign.

4" The Heav'nly Babe you there shall find, "To human view display'd,

"All meanly wrapp'd in swathing bands, "And in a manger laid."

5 Thus spake the seraph, and forthwith
Appear'd a shining throng

Of angels praising God, who thus
Address'd their joyful song:

"All glory be to God on high,

"And to the earth be peace,

"Good will, henceforth, from heav'n to men