A Collection of Psalms and Hymns for the Sanctuary

The Lord Jehovah reigns, .
The Lord Jehovah, slow to wrath,
The Lord my pasture shall prepare,.
The Lord, our God, is full of might,.
The Lord, our God, is Lord of all,
The Lord will come, and not be slow,
The Lord will come, the earth shall quake,
The morning dawns upon the place,
The morning flowers display their sweets,
The offerings to thy throne which rise, .
The perfect world by Adam trod,
The race that long in darkness pined,
There is a book who runs may read,
There is a calm for those who weep,
There is a glorious world on high,
There is a God, all nature speaks,
There is a land of pure delight,
There is an hour of peaceful rest,

There's joy in heaven when falls the tear,
There was joy in heaven,

The Sabbath morn, my God, is come,
The saints on earth, and those above,
The Saviour comes; no outward pomp,
These mortal joys, how soon they fade,
The spacious firmament on high,
The Spirit breathes upon the word,
The Spirit in our hearts,

The Spirit moved upon the waves,
The spring, the joyous spring is come,
The swift-declining day,
The swift not always in the race,
The term of life assigned to man,
The time draws near when every soul,
The triumphs of the martyred saints,
The uplifted eye, and bended knee,
The year begins with promises,
They who seek the throne of grace,
Thine influence, mighty God, is felt,
This child we dedicate to thee,
This is the day the Lord hath made,
This is the first and great command,
This place is holy ground,

This spacious earth is all the Lord's,
This stone to thee in faith we lay,

Thou art the first, and Thou the last,
Thou art the Way; and he who sighs,
Thou art the Way; by thee alone,
Thou hidden love of God whose height,
Thou Lord, by mortal eyes unseen,

Thou Lord, by strictest search hast known,
Thou Lord, through every changing scene,
Thou, who dwell'st enthroned above,
Thrice happy souls, who, born from heaven,
Through all the changing scenes of life,
Through all the various shifting scene,
Through endless years thou art the same,
Through every age, Eternal God,

Through shades and solitudes profound,
Through sorrow's night and danger's way,
Thus far on life's perplexing path,
Thus far the Lord has led me on,
Thus saith the High and Lofty One,
Thus shalt thou love the Almighty Lord,
Thy goodness, Lord, our souls confess,
Thy gracious aid, Great God, impart,
Thy kingdom, Lord, forever stands,
Thy law is perfect, Lord of light,
Thy name, Almighty Lord,

Thy name be hallowed evermore,

Thy wisdom, power, and goodness, Lord,
'Tis by the faith of joys to come,

'Tis by thy strength the mountains stand,
"'T is finished!"-so the Saviour cried,
'Tis God the Spirit leads,

'Tis gone that bright and orbed blaze,
'Tis Wisdom's earnest cry,

To all thy faithful people, Lord,

To God, the only wise,

To keep the lamp alive,

To-morrow, Lord, is thine,.

To prayer, to prayer, for the morning breaks,

To thee, my God, my days are known, .
To thee, O God, we homage pay,

To thee, the Lord Almighty,

Truly, the light of morn is sweet,

'T was on that dark and doleful night,
Unveil thy bosom, faithful tomb,.
Upon the Gospel's sacred page,

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Wait, O my soul, thy Maker's will, .
Walk in the light! so shalt thou know,
Weak and irresolute is man,

We bless the Eternal Source of light,
Welcome! delightful morn,

What shall we ask of God in prayer?

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When all the hours of life are past,

When all thy mercies, O my God,

When, as returns this solemn day,

When before thy throne we kneel,

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When darkness long has veiled my mind,

When fancy spreads her boldest wings,
When gathering clouds around I view,
When Hagar found the bottle spent,
When I can read my title clear,
When in the vale of lengthened years,
When Israel, of the Lord beloved,
When Israel through the desert passed,
When Jordan hushed his waters still,
When life's tempestuous storms are o'er,
When, Lord, to this our western land,
When musing sorrow weeps the past,
When power divine, in mortal form,
When restless on my bed I lie,
When sin and sorrow, fear and pain,
When the worn spirit wants repose,
When true religion gains a place,

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Wherefore should man, frail child of clay,
Where high the heavenly temple stands,

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Wherewith shall I approach the Lord?.

While here, as wandering sheep, we stray,

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While now upon this Sabbath eve,

While shepherds watched their flocks by night,
While some in folly's pleasures roll,
While thee I seek, protecting Power,

While through this changing world we roam,

While thus thy Throne of Grace we seek,.
While with ceaseless course the sun,
Who are these, in bright array,

Who is thy neighbour? he whom thou,
Why should we lavish out our years,
Why should we seek to linger here,
Why weep for those, frail child of woe,
With sacred joy we lift our eyes,.
With songs and honours sounding loud,
Ye boundless realms of joy,