Descend to thy Jerusalem, O Lord..Jeremy Taylor. Martineau's Col. 195

Despised is the man of grief....

Faint not, thou traveller, though the way

Faith, Hope, and Charity, these three.

Far from mortal cares retreating

Far from the world, O Lord, I flee

Father, at thy footstool see

Father divine, before thy view

Father divine, thy piercing eye.

Father, I know that all my life

Father in heaven, to thee my heart

Father of all, in every age

Father of eternal love

Father of light, and life, and love

Father of lights, we sing thy name

Father of mercies, in thy word

Father of mercies, send thy grace

Father of our feeble race

Father, refuge of my soul

Father, reveal thy Son in me

Father, shall I never be

Father, that in the olive shade

Father, thy will, not mine be done

Father, to thy kind love we owe

Father, who art on high

Fight the good fight, lay hold

For ever with the Lord

Great God, beneath whose piercing eye

Great God, how infinite art thou

Great God, in vain man's narrow view

Great God, the heavens' well ordered frame

Great God, we sing that mighty hand
Great God, what do I see and hear

Great God, whose all-pervading eye

Hail to the Lord's anointed

Happy the meek, whose gentle breast

Happy the souls that first believed

Hark, the glad sound, the Saviour comes

Hath not thy heart within thee burned?

Heal us, Emmanuel, here we are.....

Hear me, O Lord, in my distress

Hear what God the Lord hath spoken

Heaven is a place of rest from sin

Heavenly Father, to whose eye..

He knelt, the Saviour knelt and prayed

He prayeth best who loveth best

Heralds of creation, cry

Here, in a world of doubt

He sendeth sun, He sendeth shower

He that hath made his refuge God

High in the heavens, eternal God

Him wilt Thou keep in perfect peace

Holiest, breathe an evening blessing

Holiest, whose present might.

Holy as thou, O Lord, is none

Holy, holy, holy Lord...

Hosanna! Lord, thine angels cry.

How are thy servants blessed, O Lord..

How beauteous are their feet

How beauteous were the marks divine.

How blest the sacred tie that binds..
How dark, how desolate

How did my heart rejoice to hear.
How glorious are those orbs of light
How happy is he, born and taught
How lovely are thy dwellings, Lord
How pleasant, how divinely fair
How rich the blessings, O my God
How rich thy favours, God of grace
How shall I praise the eternal God

How shalt thou bear the cross that now

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Hymn

Leave all to God

Leave God to order all thy ways.

Let one loud song of praise arise

Let others boast how strong they be

Life is a chequered road

Life, nor death, shall us dissever

Lift up thine eyes, afflicted soul

Lift up your heads, ye gates of brass

Lift your glad voices in triumph on high

Lift your voice, and thankful sing..

Light of life, seraphic fire

Light of the world, immortal mind

Like shadows gliding o'er the plain

Living or dying, Lord, I would be thine

Lo, God is here, let us adore.

Lo, my Shepherd's hand divine..

Lord, and what shall this man do..

Lord, dismiss us with thy blessing

Lord, forgive me, day by day.

Lord, from whom all blessings flow

Lord have mercy, and remove us

Lord have mercy when we strive

Lord, I believe a rest remains

Lord, I believe, thy power I own

Lord, in this dust thy sovereign voice

Lord, in thy sacred hour

Lord, it is not life to live

Lord Jesus, come, for here

Lord, let the flames of holy charity

Lord, now we part in thy blest name

Lord of the Sabbath, hear our vows..

Lord of the worlds above

Lord, subdue our selfish will .

Lord, teach us how to pray aright

Lord, thou art good, all nature shows

Lord, thou didst arise and say

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Montgomery

Browne..

Lord, thou hast been thy people's rest
Lord, thou hast said, Seek ye my face...

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Lord, thou hast searched and seen me through..

Lord, we adore thy boundless grace.

Lord, we sit and cry to thee

Lord, when we bend before thy throne

Lord, when we seek thy throne of grace

Lord, who's the happy man that may

Love divine, all love excelling

Lovest thou me, I hear my Saviour say

Lowly and solemn be

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