My God, my king, to thee I'll raise 301 No more, my Lord, I boast no more 282 Plung'd in a gulf of dark despair Permit thy suppliants, gracious Lord Rise, my soul, and spread thy wings Sweet as the shepherd's tuneful reed Strangers and sojourners below Sing to the Lord a joyful song See the kind angels at the gates 235 254 211 218 223 226 252 So let our lips and lives express Salvation is forever nigh 255 275 Sing to the Lord that built the skies Smote to the heart by conscious guilt 284 282 286 321 347 349 Supreme Grand Master! most Sublime 359 The fountain of Christ The Lord, the God of glory reigns 292 297 298 311 317 318 What equal honours shall we bring 281 296 'I I I I What creature 's beside When all thy mercies, O my God Welcome, bright morning to our eyes With ecstasy of joy With transport, Lord, our souls proclaim 296 300 304 306 308 I heard a great voice from heaven 374 374 |