Hofanna to the Royal Son
Hofanna with a chearful Sound
How are thy Glories here difplay'd
How beauteous are their Feet
How can I fink with fuch a Prop
How condescending and how 'kind
How full of Anguifh is the Thought
How heavy is the Night
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How honourable is the Place
How large the Promise, how divine.
How oft-have Sin and Satan ftrove
How rich are thy Provifions, Lord
How fad our State by Nature is
How fhall I praise th' Eternal God
How fhort and hafty is our Lifel -
How should the Sons 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
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I 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
Ifing my Saviour's wond'rous Death
Jehovah fpeaks, let Iffel hear
Jehovah reigns, his Throne is high.
Jefus, in thee our Eyes behold
Jefus invites his Saints
Jefus is gone above the Skies
Jelus, the Man of conftant Grief
Jefus, we blefs thy Father's Name
Jefus, we bow before thy Feet
Jefus, with all thy Saints above
In Gabriel's Hand a mighty Stone
In thine own Ways, O God of Love
In vain the wealthy Mortals toil
In vain we lavish out our Lives
Infinite Grief! amazing Woe
Join all the Glorious Names
Join all the Names of Love and Power
Is this the kind Return
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Let everlafting Glories crown
Let every mortal Earvattendra
Let God the Father live
Let him embrace my Soul and live a 66
Let God the Maker's Name
Let me but hear my Saviour fayla te
Let mortal Tongues attempt to fing:
Let others boaft how ftrong they be
Let Pharifees of high Efteem
Let the old Heathens tune their Songs
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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 the heav'nly Seats 6 37 Like Sheep we went aftray
Lo the deftroying Angel flies
Lo the young Tribes of Adam rife
Lo what a glorious Sight appears.
Lo what an entertaining Sight
Long have I fat beneath the Sound,
Look, gracious God, how num'rous they a
Lord, at thy Temple we appear
Lord, how divine thy Comforts are
Lord, how fecure and bless'd are they
Lord, how fecure my Confcience was
Lord, we adore thy bounteous Hand
Lord, we adore thy vaft Designs
Lord, we are blind, we Mortals blind
Lord, we confess our num'rous Faults.
Lord, what a feeble Piece
Lord, what a Heav'n of faving Grace
Lord, what a thoughtless Wre:ch was I -a
Lord, what a wretched Land is this
Lord, when my Thoughts with &c.
Loud Hallelujahs to the Lord
MAN has a Soul of vaft Defires
Miftaken Souls that dream of Heav'n
My dear Redeemer and my Lord
My drow fy Pow'rs, why fleep ye fo
My God, how endless is thy Love
My God, my Life, my Love
My God, my Portion and my Loye
My God, permit me not to be.
My God, the Spring of all my Joys.
My God, what endless Pleasures dwell
My Heart, how dreadful hard it is
My Saviour God, my fovereign Prince
My Soul, come meditate the Day
My Soul forfakes her vain Delight
My Thoughts on awful Subjects roll
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Nature with all her Pow'rs fhall fing
Nature with open Volume ftands
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 has feen, nor Ear has heard
Not all the Blood of Beafts
Not all the outward Forms on Earth
Not different Food or different Dress
Not from the Duft Affliction grows.
Not the malicious or profane
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Not to condemn the the Sons of Men
Not to the Terrors of the Lord
Not with our mortal Eyes
Now be the God of Ifrael bleft
Now by the Bowels of my God
Now for a Tune of lofty Praise
How have our Hearts embrac'd our God
Now in the Galleries of his Grace
Now in the Heat of youthful Blood - a gr
Now let a fpacious World arife
Now let our Pains be all forgot
Now let the Father and the Son
Now let the Lord my Saviour fmile
Now Satan comes with dreadful Roar
Now fhall my inward Joys arife
Now to the Lord a noble Song
Now to the Lord that makes us know
Now to the Power of God fupreme
FOR an overcoming Faith
O! if my Soul were form'd for Woe
O the Almighty Lord'
O the Delights the heavn'ly Joys
Often I Teek my Lord by Night"
Once more, my Soul, the rifing Day
Our Days, alas! our mortal Days
Our God how firm his Promife ftands
Cur Sins, alas! how ftrong they be
Our Souls fhall magnify the Lord
Our Spirits join t' adore the Lamb'
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