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The Lord of glory is my light, 228 The Lord, the judge, before his throne 445 The memory of our dying Lord 408 The praise of Sion waits for thee 223 The saints should never be dismay'd 295 The Saviour to glory is gone,

100 The sons of Abraham all did pass

406 The spacious firmament on high 36 The true Messiah now appears,

79 Thee we adore, eternal name,

427 There is a fountain, filled with blood 173 There is a house not made with hands, 434 There is a land of pure delight

435 Tbis God is the God we adore,

270 This is the day the Lord hath made 196 This is the word of truth and love, 126 Tbou dear Redeemer, dying lamb 110 Thou Shepherd of Israel divine 325 Thou whom my soul admires above 335 Though God may delay to shew us 298 Though nature's strength decay

11 Thus far the Lord has led me on, 399 Thus far we're spared, again to meet 191 Thy favours, Lord, surprise our souls 224 Thy mercy, my God, is the theme of 16 'Tis a point 1 long to know

364 'Tis finish'd, the Redeemer said

85 'Tis religion that can give

268 'Tis sweet to think how grace divine - 174 To God the great, the ever blest

28 To God the only wise

66 To heaven I lift my waiting eyes 401 To our almighty Maker God

29 Totbee our wants are knowņ


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To thy temple I repair
To whom shall I fly for relief?

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Up to the bills I lift mine eyes

403 Uprising from the dark some tomb - 95 Vain are the hopes the sons of men 176 Vital spark of heavenly flame

437 We are a garden wall'd around

239 We bless the Lord, the just, the good - 41 We sing his love who once was slain 190 We sing the deep mysterious plan - 182 Welcome sweet day of rest

- 192 Welcome, welcome, blessed servant 263 We'll proclaim the wondrous story - • 402 Well, ibe Redeemer's gone

102 What cheering words are these 371 What creatures beside are favour'd like 272 What different powers of grace and sin- 365 What equal bonours shall we bring 68 What bath God wrought! might Israel 34 What shall I render to


What various hindrances we meet
What were Sinai's awful wonders 449
When blooming youth is snatch'd away 442
When gracious lord, when shall it be · 223
When I can read my

title clear

306 When I survey

the wond'rous cross 411 When Jesus first at heaven's command. 156 When on Sinai's top 1 see

368 When overwhelm'd with grief - 311 When thou my righteous Judge shall - 447 When with my mind devoutly prest 362


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When two or three together meet 280 When two or three, with sweet accord - 288 Whence do our mournful thoughts arise 313 While with ceaseless course the sun 391 Who can describe the joys that rise 388 Why does your face, ye humble souls 294 Why should I doubt his love at last 301 Why should the children of a king- - 312 Why will ye lavish out your years 133 With all my powers of heart and - 7 With heavenly power, O Lord defend

420 With humble heart and tongue - 414 With joy we meditate the grace

· 105 With meekness let the saints

appear 236 Ye dying sons of men

145 Ye hearts, with youthful vigour warm 415 Ye heavens rejoice in Jesus's grace Ye humble souls that seek the Lord 97 Ye servants of God, your master 232 Ye that in these courts are found 260 Ye that obey th' immortal King 231 Ye virgin souls, arise !

446 Ye wretched, hungry, starving poor,

137 Yes, the Redeemer rose

96 Your harps, ye trembling saints 293







Eaton. BLESS'D be the Father, and his love,

To whose celestial source we owe Rivers of endless joy above,

And rills of comfort here below. Glory to thee, great Son of God,

From whose dear wounded body rolls, A precious stream of vital blood,

Pardon and life for dying souls. We give the sacred Spirit praise,

Who in our hearts of sin and woe, Makes living springs of grace arise,

And into boundless glory flow. Thus God the Father, God the Son,

And God the Spirit, we adore, That sea of life and love unknown, Without a bottom or a sbore.



Portsmouth New. I GIVE immortal praise

To God the Father's love,
For all my comforts bere,

And better hopes above :
- He sent his own eternal Son,
To die for sins that man had done.
To God the Son belongs

Immortal glory too,
Who bought us with his blood,

From everlasting woe:
And now he lives and now he reigns,
And sees the fruit of all his pains.
To God the Spirit's name,

Immortal worship give,
Whose new-creating power

Makes the dead sinner live:
His work completes the great design,
And fills the soul with joy divine.
Almighty God, to thee

Be endless bonours done,
The undivided Three,

The great mysterious One:
Where reason fails with all her

powers, There faith prevails, and love adores. 3

wwwwwwan Doxology. FATHER of glory, to thy name

Immortal praise we give ;

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