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Father of mercies, in thy word

Hymnal: CDRS1825 #S31 (1825) Meter: 8.6.8.6 Lyrics: 1 Father of mercies, in thy word What endless glory shines! For ever be Thy Name ador'd For these celestial lines. 2 Here, may the wretched sons of want Exhaustless riches find; Riches, above what earth can grant, And lasting as the mind. 3 Here the fair tree of knowledge grows And yields a free repast, Sublimer sweets that nature knows Invite the longing taste. 4 Here, the Redeemer's welcome voice Spreads heavenly peace around; And life, and everlasting joys Attend the blissful sound. 5 O may these heavenly pages be My ever dear delight; And still new beauties may I see, And still increasing light! 6 Divine instructor, gracious Lord, Be Thou for ever near; Teach me to love thy sacred word, And view my Saviour there. Languages: English

From all that's mortal, all that's vain

Hymnal: CDRS1825 #S32 (1825) Meter: 8.6.8.6 Lyrics: 1 From all that's mortal, all that's vain, And from this earthly clod: Arise my soul and strive to gain, Sweet fellowship with God. 2 Say, what is there beneath the skies, In all the paths thou'st trod; Can suit thy wishes or thy joys, Like fellowship with God. 3 Not life, nor all the toys of art, Nor pleasure's flow'ry road; Can to my soul such bliss impart, As fellowship with God. 4 Not health, nor friendship here below, Nor wealth that golden load; Can such delight or comfort show, As fellowship with God. 5 When I am made in love to bear, Affliction's needful rod; Light, sweet and kind the strokes appear, Through fellowship with God. 6 In fierce temptation's fiery blast, Or dark desertion's road; I'm happy if I can but taste, Some fellowship with God. 7 So when the icy hand of death, Shall chill my flowing blood; With joy I'll yield my latest breath, In fellowship with God. 8 When I at last to heaven ascend, And gain my blest abode; There an eternity I'll spend, In fellowship with God. Languages: English

Give me the wings of faith to rise

Hymnal: CDRS1825 #S33 (1825) Meter: 8.6.8.6 Languages: English

Glorious things of thee are spoken

Hymnal: CDRS1825 #S34 (1825) Meter: Irregular Lyrics: 1 Glorious things of thee are spoken, Zion, city of our God! He, whose word can not be broken, Form'd thee for his own abode; On the rock of ages founded, What can shake thy sure repose? With salvation's walls surrounded Thou may'st smile at all thy foes. 2 [See! the streams of living waters Springing from eternal love, Well supply thy sons and daughters, And all fear of want remove: Who can faint when such a river Ever flows their thirst t' assuage? Grace, which like the Lord the giver, Never fails from age to age. 3 Round each habitation hovering See the cloud and fire appear! For a glory and a covering, Shewing that the Lord is near: Thus deriving from their banner Light by night and shade by day, Safe they feed upon the manna Which he gives them when they pray. 4 Blest inhabitants of Zion, Wash'd in the Redeemer's blood! Jesus, whom their souls rely on, Makes them kings and priests to God; 'Tis his love his people raises Over self to reign as kings, And as priests, his solemn praises Each for a thank-offering brings. 5 Saviour, if of Zion's city I thro' grace a member am; Let the world deride or pity, I will glory in thy name; Fading is the worldling's pleasure, All his boasted pomp and show! Solid joys and lasting treasure, None but Zion's children know. Scripture: Isaiah 33:20-21 Languages: English

Hark! my soul, it is the Lord

Hymnal: CDRS1825 #S39 (1825) Meter: Irregular Scripture: John 21:16 Languages: English

Great God, indulge my humble claim

Hymnal: CDRS1825 #S35 (1825) Meter: 8.8.8.8 Languages: English

Had I the tongues of Greeks and Jews

Hymnal: CDRS1825 #S36 (1825) Scripture: 1 Corinthians 13:1-5 Languages: English

Happy the heart where graces reign

Hymnal: CDRS1825 #S37 (1825) Meter: 8.6.8.6 Languages: English

Happy is he, whose early years

Hymnal: CDRS1825 #S38 (1825) Meter: 8.6.8.6 Lyrics: 1 Happy is he, whose early years Receive instruction well; Who hates the sinner’s path, and fears The road that leads to hell. 2 ’Tis easier work, if we begin To fear the Lord betimes; While sinners, that grow old in sin, Are harden’d in their crimes. 3 It saves us from a thousand snares To mind religion young: With joy it crowns succeeding years, And make our virtue strong. 4 To thee, almighty God! to thee Our hearts we now resign: ’Twill please us, to look back and see, That our whole lives were thine! 5 Let the sweet work of pray'r and praise Employ our daily breath: Thus we're prepared for future days, Or fit for early death. Languages: English