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To find any HYMN in this Book by the first Line.
A
Almighty God of truth and love
tell us no more
Arife my foul with wonder see
At thy command, our dearest Lord
Awake our fouls, awake our fears
Awake and fing the fong
B
Before Jehovah's awful throne
Beneath the tyrant Satan's yoke
Beftow dear Lord upon our youth
Bleft is the man whofe bowels move
Bleft are the fouls, that hear and know
Bleft be the Father and his love
с
Come thou Almighty King
Come ye that love the Lord
Come thou fount of every bleffing
Come let us join our chearful fongs
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 ftrong defire
Deep in our hearts let us record
Deep in the duft before thy throne
F
Father, how wide thy glory fhines
Father, Son, and Holy Ghoft
Father, we wait to feel thy grace
Father I fing thy wond'rous grace
For ever fhall my fong record
From all that dwell below the skies
G
Glory be to God on high
H
Hark! the herald angels fing
Hail great Immanuel! balmy name
Hail holy, holy, holy, Lord
Hail! thou once-defpifed Jefus
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 vifion faid
Hither ye poor, ye fick, ye blind
Ho! every one that thirfts, draw nigh
Holy Lamb, who thee receive
How fad our ftate by nature is
How rich are thy provifions, Lord
How sweet and awful is the place
How are thy glories here difplay'd
How condefcending and how kind.
I
In this world of fin and forrow
J
Jefu, loyer of my foul
Jefus invites his faints
Jefus is gone above the skies
Jefus, thy blood and righteousness
Jefus, 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 feeks
Let earth and heav'n agree
Lift up your heads in joyful hope
Lo! he comes with clouds defcending
Long have we fat 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 afcend on high
Love divine all loye excelling
M
Meet and right it is to fing,
My hiding place, my refuge, tow'r,
My drowfy pow'rs why fleep ye fo
My foul repeat his praise
N
Nature with open volume ftands
Now begin the heav'nly theme
Now to the pow'r of God fupreme
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 fongs record
0
O Sun of righteousness arife
O God, how endlefs is thy love
Of him who did falvation bring
Our Lord is rifen from the dead
Our fhepherd alone.
P
Praife ye the Lord, y'immortal choir
Praise the Lord, who reigns above
Plung'd in a gulph of dark despair
R
Raife your triumphant fongs
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 bleffing grant
T
Th' extent of Jefu' love
The mem'ry of our dying Lord
The wonders Lord, thy love has wrought
The Lord on earth and fky
The Lord of Sabbath let us praise
This is the day the Lord hath made
Thou God of glorious majefty Thou dear Redeemer, dying lamb 'Tis finifh'd, 'tis done
'Tis finifh'd, the Redeemer faid To God the only wife
Twas on that dark, that doleful night
W
We fing th' amazing deeds
We give immortal praife
With joy we meditate the grace
What fhall we render unto thee
When I furvey the wond'rous crofs
When I travail in diftrefs
While with ceafelefs courfe the fun
Why did the nations join to lay
Y
Ye fervants of God, your Mafter proclaim
Ye fervants of God, whofe diligent care
HYMN 1.KNIGHTSBRIDGE.
ALMIGHTY God of truth and love,
In me thy pow'r exert,
The mountain from my foul remove,
The hardness of mine heart :
My moft obdurate heart fubdue,
In honour of thy fon
And now the gracious wonder fhew,
And take away the stone.
I want a principle within,
Of jealous godly fear,
A fenfibility of fin,
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.
From thee that I no more may part,
No more thy goodness grieve;
The filial awe, the fleshly heart,
The tender confcience give:
Quick as the apple of an eye,
O God my confcience make,
Awake my foul when fin is nigh;
And keep it ftill awake.
A
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