Hark! my soul, it is the Lord 278 266 Hark! the glad sound! the Saviour comes Hark! the loud cry! O sun! thy golden locks Hark! the loud trumpet of our God He bids me come! His voice I know His anger will the Lord retain 431 397 His breath resign'd, on earth's low bed How happy is the pilgrim's lot How sweet thy dwellings, Lord, how fair 1. I ASKED the Lord that I might grow I hear a sound that comes from far I, I am the man that have known I know thee, Saviour, who thou art I love the Lord; but ah! how far 112 103 Jesus, where'er thy people meet K. KEEP silence, all created things Life is a span, a fleeting hour Life of the world, immortal mind Lift to the mountain's height your eyes Lo, the church with gradual light |