Hymn.
Thro' sorrow's night and danger's path, 582
Thro' this wide wilderness I roam, 266
Thy people, Lord, who trust thy word, 451
Thy presence, gracious God, afford,
"Tis a point I long to know,
'Tis finish'd, so the Saviour cried,
"Tis finish'd, the conflict is past,
"Tis first of all thyself to know,
"Tis hard from those we love, to go,
'Tis midnight-and on Olive's brow
"Tis ours to sojourn in a waste,
'Tis past-the dreadful stormy night,
To-day, if ye will hear his voice,
To God I cry'd when troubles rose,
To-morrow, Lord, is thine,
To the cross where Jesus dies,
To whom, my Saviour shall I go,
Trembling before thine awful throne,
[NHAPPY city, hadst thou known,
United prayers ascend to thee,
Unveil thy bosom, faithful tomb,
VAIN man, thy fond pursuit forbear, 591
WAIT, O my soul, thy Maker's will, 147
Weary of struggling with my pain, 357
"We've no abiding city here,"
Welcome, welcome, dear Redeemer,
Welcome, ye hopeful heirs of heaven,
Were once our vain desires subdued,
We wander in a thorny maze,
What is the thing of greatest price,
What jarring natures dwell within,
What think ye of Christ? is the test,
What, tho' the arm of conquering death, 296
What various hindrances we meet,
When any turn from Zion's way,
When bending o'er the brink of life, 590
When blooming youth is snatch'd away, 573
When frowning death appears,
When gathering clouds around I view, 186
When I can read my title clear,
When I survey the wondrous cross,
When I the blest Redeemer see,
When Jesus bade me leave the world,
When Jesus dwelt in mortal clay,
When languor and disease invade,
When lowering clouds deform the sky,
When on the third auspicious day,
When night descends in sable guise,
When renovating grace begins,
When rising from the bed of death,
When the Eternal bows the skies,
When the poor leper's case I read,
When we with welcome slumber
When will the happy trump proclaim, 479
When with my mind devoutly press'd, 404
Where are the dead? in heaven or hell, 592
Wherefore should man, frail child of
Where is my God? does he retire,
Where is now our boasted Saviour,
Where shall we sinners hide our heads? 170
While I to grief my soul gave way,
While life prolongs its precious light,
While Sinai roars, and round the earth, 171
While the heralds of salvation,
504
Whilst thee I seek, protecting Power, 281
Who but thou, Almighty Spirit,
478
Why should the christian waste in sighs, 554
Why sinks my weak desponding mind, 201
With cheerful voices rise and sing,
With conscious guilt and bleeding heart, 99
With grateful hearts and tuneful lays,
With humble heart and tongue,
With kind compassion hear my cry,
With reverend awe, tremendous Lord,
With tears of anguish, I lament,
World, adieu, thou real cheat,
YE angels, who stand round the
Ye dying sons of men,
Ye glittering toys of earth, adieu,
Ye hearts, with youthful vigor warm,
Ye humble souls, complain no more,
Ye sons of men, with joy record,
Yes, we trust the day is breaking,
Ye, who in former days,
Ye wretched, hungry, starving poor,
Yonder, amazing sight! I see,
ZEAL is that pure and heavenly flame, 230
Ye lovely bands of blooming youth,
Ye messengers of Christ,
Ye mourning sinners, here disclose,
Ye saints, assist me in my song,
Ye servants of God,
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