There is a book, who runs may read
There is a glorious world of light
There is a God, all nature speaks
There is a land mine eye hath seen
There is a land of pure delight
There seems a voice in every gale
There's not a hope with comfort fraught
The saints on earth and those above
The Saviour comes! no outward pomp
The Son of God gave thanks
The Spirit breathes upon the word
The Spirit, in our hearts

The swift-declining day.

The swift not always in the race

The uplifted eye and bended knee

The vineyard of the Lord

The wandering star and fleeting wind

The winds are hushed; the peaceful moon .

Think gently of the erring one!

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Thou art gone to the grave; but we will not deplore thee

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Thou art, O God, the life and light

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Thou art the Way; and he who sighs.

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Through night to light! And though to mortal eyes

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Thus far on life's perplexing path
Thus far the Lord has led me on
Thus said Jesus: Go and do

Thus shalt thou love the Almighty Lord.
Thus spake the Saviour, when he sent .
Thy favors, Lord, surprise our souls
Thy goodness, Lord! our souls confess
Thy gracious aid, great God, impart
Thy hand unseen sustains the poles
Thy home is with the humble, Lord!
Thy life I read, my dearest Lord!
Thy name, Almighty Lord
Thy sacred book we would survey
Thy way, O God! is in the sea
Times without number have I prayed
'Tis by the faith of joys to come
""T is finished!" so the Saviour cried

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When all thy mercies, O my God!

When arise the thoughts of sin
When, as returns this solemn day
When before thy throne we kneel
When, bending o'er the brink of life
When, blest Redeemer, thou art near
When Christ among the sons of men
When darkness long has veiled my mind
When Fancy spreads her boldest wings

When God, of old, came down from heaven

When Hagar found the bottle spent

When I can read my title clear
When in silence, o'er the deep
When Israel, of the Lord beloved
When musing sorrow weeps the past
When power divine, in mortal form .
When, rising from the bed of death
When sin and sorrow, fear and pain
When the vale of death appears
When true religion gains a place
When verdure clothes the fertile vale
When, wakened by thy voice of power
Where ancient forests widely spread
Wherefore should man, frail child of clay

With glory clad, with strength arrayed
Within thy circling power I stand

With one consent, let all the earth

With reverence let the saints appear
With sacred joy we lift our eyes

With stately towers and bulwarks strong
With warm affection let us view
Word of the ever-living God!

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