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How precious, Lord, thy sacred word

Hymnal: The Southern Harmony, and Musical Companion (New ed. thoroughly rev. and much enl.) #277 (1854) Meter: 8.8.6 Lyrics: 1. How precious, Lord, thy sacred word; What light and joy these leaves afford, To souls in deep distress, Thy precepts guide my doubtful way, Thy fear forbids my feet to stray, Thy promise leads to rest. 2. Thy threatenings wake our slumbering eyes, And warn me us where our danger lies; But 'tis thy gospel, Lord, That makes the guilty conscience clean, Converts the soul, and conquers sin, And gives a free reward. Languages: English Tune Title: WILLOUGHBY

The Lord into His garden comes

Hymnal: The Sacred Harp #284 (1991) Meter: 8.8.6 Languages: English Tune Title: GARDEN HYMN

To Thee, O Comforter Divine

Author: Frances Ridley Havergal, 1836-1879 Hymnal: The Book of Praise #285 (1918) Meter: 8.8.6 Topics: God: His Attributes, Works and Word The Holy Spirit Languages: English Tune Title: ST. BOTOLF

No farther go tonight, but stay

Author: Cennick Hymnal: A New Selection of Seven Hundred Evangelical Hymns ... intended as a Supplement to Dr. Watts's Psalms and Tunes #285 (1810) Meter: 8.8.6 Languages: English

O Could I speak the matchless worth

Author: Medley Hymnal: A New Selection of Seven Hundred Evangelical Hymns ... intended as a Supplement to Dr. Watts's Psalms and Tunes #286 (1810) Meter: 8.8.6 Languages: English

If unto Jesus thou art bound

Author: Berridge Hymnal: A Selection of Hymns for Public Worship. In four parts (10th ed.) (Gadsby's Hymns) #302 (1844) Meter: 8.8.6 Lyrics: 1 If unto Jesus thou art bound, A crowd about him will be found, Attending day and night; A worldly crowd to din thy ears, And crowds of unbelieving fears, To hide him from thy sight. 2 Yet all the vain and noisy crowd Is but a thin and lowering cloud, A mist before thy eyes; If thou press on, the crowds will fly, Or if thou faint, to Jesus cry, And he will send supplies. 3 This only way can pilgrims go, And all complain, as thou wilt do, Of crowds that daily come; Yet though beset by crafty foes, And passing through a thousand woes, They get securely home. 4 [But such as seem to run the race, And meet no crowd to check their pace, Are only rambling still; Not fairly entered on the list, The gate and narrow way they missed, Which lead to Zion’s hill.] 5 O Lord, a cheering look bestow, Or lend a hand to help me through, And draw me up to thee; And when, through fear, I only creep, Or dare not move a single step, Yet thou canst come to me. Topics: Tribulation and Inconstancy of Mind Scripture: Philippians 3:12-14 Languages: English