Come, happy fouls, approach your God
Come hither, all ye weary fouls
Come, Holy Spirit, heavenly Dove
Come, let us join a joyful tune

Come, let us join our cheerful fongs.

Come, let us lift our joyful eyes

Come, let us lift our voices high
Come, we that love the Lord

DAUGHTERS of Zion, come, behold

Dear Lord, behold our fore diftrefs

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b 108 C 21

b 30

a 72 b 163

b 148

b 49 a 27 b 52

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Dearest of all the names above
Death cannot make our fouls afraid
Death may diffolve my body now
Death! 'tis a melancholy day
Deceiv'd by fubtle fnares of hell
Deep in the duft before thy throne
Defcend from heaven, immortal Dove
Do we not know that folemn word
Down headlong from their native skies
Dread Sovereign, let my evening fong
RE the blue heavens were ftretch'd abroad a

E Eternal Sovereign of the sky

Eternal Spirit, we confefs

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Far from my thoughts vain world be gone b 15

Father, I long, I faint to fee

b 133

FAITH is the brighteft evidence

Father, we wait to feel thy grace

Firm and unmov'd are they

Firm as the earth thy gofpel ftands
From heaven the finning angels fell
From thee, my God, my joys fhall rife
GENTILES by nature, we belong

Give me the wings of faith to rife

Give to the Father praife
Glory to God the Trinity
Glory to God, who walks the sky

Glory to God the Father's name
God is a Spirit, just and wife
God of the morning, at whofe voice
God of the feas, thy thundering voice
God, the eternal, awful name
God, who in various methods told
Go preach my gofpel, faith the Lord
Go, worship at Immanuel's fect
Great God, how infinite art thou
Great God, I own the fentence juft

Great God, thy glories fhall employ
Great God, to what a glorious height
Great King of glory and of grace

Great was the day, the joy was great

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AD I the tongues of Greeks and Jews a 134
Happy the church, thou facred place

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Happy the heart where graces reign

Happy the man whofe cautious feet

Hark! from the tombs a doleful found
Hark! the Redeemer from on high
Hear what the voice from heaven proclaims
Hence from my foul fad thoughts be gone
Here at thy crois, my dying God

High as the heavens above the ground
High on a hill of dazzling light
Honour to the Almighty Three
Hofanna, &c.

Hofanna to our conquering King
Hofanna to the Prince of light
Hofanna to the royal Son
Hofanna with a cheerful found
How are thy glories here difplay'd
How beauteous are their feet
How can I fink with fuch a prop
How condefcending and how kind
How full of anguifh is the thought
How heavy is the night
How honourable is the place

How large the promife, how divine
How oft have fin and Satan Arove
How rich are thy provifions, Lord
How fad our fate by nature is
How fhall I praife theternal God
How fort and hafly is our life

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How fhould the fons of Adam's race
How ftrong thine arm is, mighty God
How fweet and awful is the place
How vain are all things here below
How wondrous great, how glorious bright
CANNOT bear thine abfence, Lord
I give immortal praife
I hate the tempter and his charms
I lift my banner, faith the Lord
I love the windows of thy grace
I'm not afham'd to own my Lord
I fend the joys of earth away

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I fing my Saviour's wondrous death
Jehovah fpeaks, let Ifrael hear
Jehovah reigns, his throne is high
Jefus, in thee our eyes behold
Jefus invites his faints
Jefus is gone above the skies
Jefus, the man. of conflant grief
Jefus, we blefs thy Father's name
Jefus, we bow before thy feet
Jefus, with all thy faints above
In Gabriel's hand a mighty flone
In thine own ways, O God of love
In vain the wealthy mortals toil
In vain we lavifh out our lives
Infinite grief! amazing wo
Join all the glorious names

Join all the names of love and power
Is there ambition in my heart

Is this the kind return

KIND is the fpeech of Chrift our Lord
ADEN with guilt, and full of fears
Let all our tongues be one

Let everlafting glories crown
Let every mortal ear attend
Let God the Father live
Let God the Maker's name

Let him embrace my foul, and prove
Let me but hear my Saviour fay
Let mortal tongues attempt to fing
Let others boaft how ftrong they be
Let Pharifees of high esteem

Let the old heathens tune their fong
Let the feventh angel found on high
Let the whole race of creatures lie.
Let the wild leopards of the wood
Let them neglect thy glory, Lord
Let us adore th' Eternal Word
Life and immortal joys are given
Life is the time to ferve the Lord
Lift up your eyes to th' heavenly feat
Like theep we went anray

Lo the young tribes of Adam rife
Jo, what a glorious fight appears
Lo, what an entertaining fight
Lo, the deftroying angel flies
Long have I fat beneath the found

Lord, at thy temple we appear
Lord, how divine thy comforts are
Lord, how fecure and bleft are they
Lord, how fecure my confcience was
Lord, we adore thy bounteous hand
Lord, we adore thy vaft defigns
Lord, we are blind, poor mortals, blind
Lord, we confefs our numerous faults
Lord, what a feeble piece

Lord, what a heaven of faving grace
Lord, what a thoughtlefs wretch was I
Lord, what a wretched land is this

Lord, when my thoughts with wonder roll
Loud hallelujahs to the Lord

AN has a foul of vaft defires

Makena fouls, that dream of heaven

My dear Redeemer and my Lord
My drowly powers, why fleep ye fo
My God, how endlefs is thy love
My God, my life, my love

My God, my portion, and my love
My God, permit me not to be
My God, the fpring of all my joys
My God, what endless pleafures dwell
My heart, how dreadful hard it is
My Saviour God, my fovereign Prince
My foul, come meditate the day
My foul forfakes her vain delight
My foul, how lovely is the place
My thoughts on awful fubjects roll
My thoughts, furmount thefe lower kies
NAKED as from the earth we came

Nature with all her powers fhall fing
Nature with open volume Rands
No, I'll repine at death no more
No! I fhall envy them no more
No more, my God, I boaft no more
Nor eye hath feen, nor ear has heard
Not all the blood of beafts

Not all the outward forms on earth
Not different food, nor different dress
Not from the duft affliction grows
Not the malicious or profane
Not to condemn the fons of men
Not to the terrors of the Lord
Not with our mortal eyes

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Now be the God of Ifrael bleft

Now for a tune of lofty praise

a 50

Now in the heat of youthful blood

Now by the bowels of my God

Now have our hearts embrac'd our God

Now in the galleries of his grace

Now let a fpacious world arife

b 147

Now let our pains be all forgot

C 16

Now let the Father, and the Son

C 34

'Now let the Lord, my Saviour, fmile

b 50

Now Satan comes with dreadful roar

b 157

Now to the Lord, that makes us know

a 61

Now to the power of God fupreme

a 137

a 17

Oh! if my foul was form'd for wo

b 106

Oh! the almighty Lord

FOR, an overcoming farm

Oh the delights, the heavenly joys
Often I feel my Lord by might
Once more, my foul,. the rifing day
Our days, alas! our mortal days
Our God, how firm his promife ftands
Our fins, alas! how ftrong they be
Our fouls fhall magnify the Lord
Our fpirits joint adore the Lamb
PLUNG'D in a gulph of dark despair
Praife, everlasting praife be paid
RAISE thee, my foul, fly up, and run
Raife your triumphant fongs

Rife, rife, my foul, and leave the ground

SAINTS, at your heavenly Father's word a 129
Salvation! O the joyful found

See where the great incarnate God
Shall the vile race of flesh and blood
Shall we go on to fin

Shall Wildom cry aloud

Shout to the Lord, and let our joys
Sin has a thousand treacherous arts
Sin, like a venomous difeafe
Sing to the Lord who built the fkies
Sing to the Lord with joyful voice
Sing to the Lord, ye heavenly hosts
Sitting around our Father's board
So did the Hebrew prophet raise
So let our lips and lives exprefs