Christian Hymns for Public and Private Worship: a collection compiled by a committee of the Cheshire Pastoral Association (11th ed.)

Publisher: William Crosby & H. P. Nichols, Boston, 1847
Language: English
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801O thou who hast spread out the skiesPage Scan
802Heaven, mighty ocean, heavePage Scan
803Kindred in Christ, for his dear sakePage Scan
804O it is joy in one to meetPage Scan
805Let us join, 'tis as God commandsPage Scan
806O come and let the assembly allPage Scan
807As the sun's enlivening eyePage Scan
808The vineyard of the LordPage Scan
809Come, let us strike our harps afreshPage Scan
810When forced to part from those we lovePage Scan
811When shall we meet again?Page Scan
812Help us to help each other, LordPage Scan
813Thy presence, everlasting GodPage Scan
814The God of glory walks his roundPage Scan
815How lovely are thy dwellings, LordPage Scan
816Joy to the world! the Lord is come!Page Scan
817Father, hear us when we prayPage Scan
818How sweet the melting layPage Scan
819O 'tis sweet to mingle, wherePage Scan
820Lo they come from east and westPage Scan
821Peace be to this habitationPage Scan
822O 'tis a scene the heart to movePage Scan
823Ever sounds with holy hymnsPage Scan
824Our God, where'er thy people meetPage Scan
825Father, we bless the gentle carePage Scan
826When quiet in my house I sitPage Scan
827Lo what an entertaining sightPage Scan
828A holy air is breathing roundPage Scan
829Now, Lord, we part awhilePage Scan
830O sweetly breathe the lyres abovePage Scan
831One prayer I have, all prayers in onePage Scan
832A voice upon the midnight airPage Scan
833O thou who driest the mourner's tearPage Scan
834Now the shades of night are gonePage Scan
835Serene, I laid me downPage Scan
836God of the morning, at thy voicePage Scan
837Again, from calm and sweet reposePage Scan
838Awake, my soul, and with the sunPage Scan
839God of my life, my morning songPage Scan
840While this day its light is sheddingPage Scan
841In sleep's serene oblivion laidPage Scan
842Delightful is the task to singPage Scan
843What secret hand, at morning lightPage Scan
844When, streaming from the eastern skiesPage Scan
845On thee, each morning, O my GodPage Scan
846To prayer, to prayer, for the morning breaksPage Scan
847My God, how endless is thy love!Page Scan
848Father, thy paternal carePage Scan
849Glory to thee, my God, this nightPage Scan
850When morning's first and hallowed rayPage Scan
851Father, breathe an evening blessingPage Scan
852On the dewy breath of evenPage Scan
853The heavenly spheres to thee, O GodPage Scan
854Softly now the light of dayPage Scan
855Another day is past, the hoursPage Scan
856The mellow eve is glidingPage Scan
857Now, from labor and from carePage Scan
858The hours of evening closePage Scan
859Sweet is the last, the parting rayPage Scan
860Through the day thy love has spared usPage Scan
861Day unto day doth utter speechPage Scan
862Reviving sleep, thy sheltering wingPage Scan
863My God, I now from sleep awakePage Scan
864Thus far the Lord has led me onPage Scan
865O there's a better world on highPage Scan
866Though faint and sick, and worn awayPage Scan
867God, that madest earth and HeavenPage Scan
868O thou, before whose gracious thronePage Scan
869Whatever dims thy sense of truthPage Scan
870God of the rolling orbs abovePage Scan
871An offering at the shrine of powerPage Scan
872Flung to the heedless windsPage Scan
873Toiling through the livelong nightPage Scan
874Let coward guilt, with pallid fearPage Scan
875My God, all nature owns thy swayPage Scan
876How happy is he born and taughtPage Scan
877Thou sweet-gliding Kedron, by thy silver streamPage Scan
878All men are equal in their birthPage Scan
879How blest is he whose tranquil mindPage Scan
880Open, Lord, my inward earPage Scan
881Let deepest silence all aroundPage Scan
882When on her maker's bosomPage Scan
883Not for the summer's hour alonePage Scan
884Swift as the winged arrow fliesPage Scan
885God of our fathers 'tis thy handPage Scan
886Let the still air rejoicePage Scan
887Praise, for the glorious lightPage Scan
888Hark, the voice of love and mercyPage Scan
889He has gone to his God, he has gone to his homePage Scan
890How cheering the thought, that the spirits in bliissPage Scan
891Brightest and best of the sons of the morningPage Scan
892No war nor battle's sound was heardPage Scan
893The breaking waves dashed highPage Scan
894The bird that soars on highest wingPage Scan
895All nature's works his praise declarePage Scan
896Zeal is that pure and heavenly flamePage Scan
897How sweet the name of Jesus soundsPage Scan
898Now I resolve with all my heartPage Scan
899O happy day that fixed my choicePage Scan
900Heaven is the land where trouble ceasePage Scan

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