O BREAD to pilgrims given
O cease, my wandering soul.
O, come and sing your Maker's name
0, could I soar to worlds above
O, could I speak the matchless worth
O'er the dark wave of Galilee
O God, whose dread and dazzling brow
0, it is hard to work for God
0, lead me to the rock.
O Lord, turn not thy face away.
O love divine, that stooped to share
0, mean may seein this house of clay
One sweet flower has drooped and faded
On Jordan's stormy banks I stand
Oppression shall not always reign .
O sacred head, now wounded
O say not thou art left of God.
O spirit freed from bondage
O stay thy tears, for they are blest
O thou, whose
power tremendous .
Our country is Immanuel's ground
O when the tide of graces set
O ye immortal throng
PLANTED in Christ, the living Vine.
REMEMBER me, the Saviour said
Rock of Ages, cleft for me
SHALL we grow weary in our watch
Slowly by God's hand unfurled
So fades the lovely, blooming flower
Softly now the light of day
Sometimes a light surprises .
Sow in the morn thy seed .
Speak gently, it is better far
Sweet is the work, my God, my King.
Sweet the moments, rich in blessing :
THE billows swell, the winds are high
The bird that soars on highest wing .
The earth, all light and loveliness
The glories of our birth and state
The look, the fashion of God's ways
The morning light is breaking
The praying spirit breathe
There is an hour of peaceful rest
There is an eye that never sleeps
The Saviour comes ! no outward pomp
These glorious minds, how bright they shine
The triumphs of the martyred saints
The world may change from old to new
Think gently of the erring
Thou art gone to the grave; but we will not deplore thee
Thou art, O God, the life and light
'Thou hidden source of calm repose
Thou, infinite in love
Thou must go forth alone, my soul
Thou who didst sto below