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To find any HYMN in this Book by the first Line.

A

Ah! tell us
Arise my soul with wonder see
At thy command, our dearest Land
Awake our fouls, awake our fears
Awake and sing the song

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B
Before Jehovah's awful throne
Beneath the tyrant Satan's yoke
Bestow dear Lord upon our youth
Blest is the man whose bowels move
Bleft are the fouls, that ear and know
Blest be the Father and his love

C
Come thou Alınighty King
& Come ye that love the Lord

Come thou fount of every blessing
Come let us join our chearful songs
Come let us a-new
Come let us join a joyful tune
Come let us all unite to praise
Come let us lift our voices high

D
Dear object of our strong defire
Deep in our hearts let us record
Deep in the dust before thy throne

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F
Father, how wide thy glory shines
Father, Son, and Holy Ghost
Father, we wait to feel thy grace
Father I fing thy wond'rous grace
For ever hall my song record
From all that dwell below the skies

G
Glory be to God on high

H
Hark! the herald angels sing
Hạil great Immanuel ! balmy name
Hail holy, holy, holy, Lord
Hail! thou once-despised Jesus
Happy the heart, where graces reign
Happy is he that fears the Lord
He dies, the friend of finners dies
Hear what the Lord in vision faid
Hither ye poor, ye sick, ye blind
Ho! every one that thirsts, draw nigh
Holy Lamb, who thee receive
How sad our state by nature is
How rich are thy provisions, Lord
How sweet and awful is the place
How are thy glories here display'd
How condescending and how kind

I
In this world of fin' and sorrow

J
Jesu, loyer of my soul
Jesus invites his faints
Jesus is gone above the skies
Jesus, thy blood and righteousness
Jesus, my all, to heav'n is gone

L
Let us adore th' eternal word
Let all our tongues be one
Let us adore the grace that seeks
Let carth and heav'n agree
Lift up your heads in joyful hope
Lo! he comes with clouds descending
Long have we sat beneath the found
Lord we come before thee now
Lord, how divine thy comforts are
Lord, we adore thy bounteous hand
Lord when thou didst ascend on high
Love divine all loye excelling

M M
Meet and right it is to fing,
My hiding place, my refuge, tow'r,
My drowsy pow'rs why fleep ye fo
My soul repeat his praise

N
Nature with open volume stands
Now begin the heav'nly theme
Now to the pow'r of God supreme
Now have our hearts embrac'd our God
Now let our pains be all forgot
Now from the roaring lion's rage
Now let our mournful songs record

O.
O Sun of righteousness arise
O God, how endless is thy love
Of him who did salvation bring
Our Lord is risen from the dead
Our shepherd alone

P
Praise ye the Lord, y'immortal choir
Praise the Lord, who reigns above
Plung'd in a gulph of dark despair

R
Raise your triumphant songs

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S
Salvation is for ever nigh
Saviour! and can it be
See what a living stone
Sitting around our Father's board
Son of God! thy blessing grant

T
Th' extent of Jesu' love
The mem'ry of our dying Lord
The wonders Lord, thy love has wrought
The Lord on earth and íky
The Lord of Sabbath let us praise
This is the day the Lord hath made

Thou God of glorious majesty
Thou dear Redeenier, dying lamb
'Tis finish'd, 'tis done
*Tis finish'd, the Redeemer faid
To God the only wise
'Twas on that dark, that doleful night

W
We fing th' amazing deeds
We give immortal praise
With joy we meditate the grace
What shall we render unto thee
When I furvey the wondrous cross
When I travail in distress
While with ceaseless course the sun
Why did the nations join to ilay

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Y
Ye servants of God, your Master proclaim
Ye fervants of God, whose diligent care

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HYMNS FOR

PUBLIC WORSHIP.

HYMN 1.-KNIGHTSBRIDGE.

I

ALMIGHTY God of truth and love;

my

soul remove,

In me thy pow'r exert, The mountain from

The hardness of mine heart :
My most obdurate heart subdue,

In honour of thy son ;
And now the gracious wonder thew,

And take away the stone.

I want a principle within

Of jealous godly fear,
A sensibility of sin,

A pain to feel it near :
I want the first approach to feel

Of pride or vain defire,
To catch the wand'rings of my will,

And quench the kindling fire.

ġ From thee that I no more may part,

No more thy goodness grieve;
The filial awe, the fleshly heart,

The tender conscience give :
Quick as the apple of an eye,

O God my conscience make,
Awake my foul when sin is nigh ;
And keep it ftill awake.

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