Religion’s form is vain
While many cry in nature’s night
The Lord for ever doth endure
The Lord is in his holy place
Thy glory, Lord, the heavens declare
Thy law is perfect, Lord of light
The earth is thine, Jehovah; thine
Lift up your heads, ye gates!
One thing, with all my soul’s desire
Give glory to God in the highest; give praise
Plea for sparing mercy
As the hart, with eager looks
Thirsting for God
Security in God
God shall charge his angel legions
O bless the Lord, my soul!
Thank and praise Jehovah’s name!
Praise for God’s Condescension
Glad was my heart to hear
The festal morn, my God, is com
How beautiful the sight
Constant Devotion
Fond Remembrance of Church Privileges
Why, on the bending willows hung
By whom shall Jacob now arise
When power divine, in mortal form
Almighty Father, Bless the Word
See, in the vineyard of the Lord
In the sun, and moon, and stars
O Spirit of the Living God
What is life? ‘t is but a vapor
God is love
The Lord will come, the earth shall quake