God of the morning, at whose voice, God of the seas, thy thund'ring voice,
Great was the day, the joy was great,
Hear what the voice from heav'n proclaims, Hence from my soul sad thoughts be gone,
Here at thy cross my dying God,
High as the heav'ns above the ground,
High on a hill of dazzling light, Hosanna, &c.
Hosanna to our conqu'ring King,
1 Hosanna to the Prince of light, Honsanna, to the royal Son, Hosanna, with a cheerful sound, How are thy glories here display'd, How beauteous are their feet,
How can I sink with such a prop, How condescending and how kind, How full of anguish is the thought,
How heavy is the night, How honourable is the place, How large the promise, how divine, How oft' have sin and Satan strove, How rich are thy provisions Lord, How sad our state by nature is,
How shall I praise th' eternal God,
I hate the tempter and his charms, I lift my banners saith the Lord, I love the windows of thy grace, I'm not asham'd to own my Lord, I send the joys of earth away, I sing my Saviour's wondrous death, Jehovah speaks, let Israel hear, Jehovah reigns, his throne is high, Jesus, in thee our eyes behold,
B. H. 156
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Let the old Heathens tune their songs, Let the seventh angel sound 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 giv'n, Life is the time to serve the Lord, Lift up your eyes to th' heav'nly seats,
Like sheep we went astray,
Lo the young tribes of Adam rise,
Look gracious God! how num'rous they, Lord! at thy temple we appear,
Lordt how divine thy comforts are, Lord! how secure and bless'd are they,
Lord! how secure my conscience was, Lerd! we adore thy bounteous hand,
Lord! we adore thy vast 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 saving grace, Lord! what a thoughtless wretch was I, Lord! what a wretched land is this, Lord when my thoughts with wonder roll, Loud hallelujahs to the Lord,
Man has a soul of vast desires, Mistaken souls! that dream of heaw'n,
My dear Redeemer and my Lord! My drowsy pow'rs why sleep ye so,
My God! how endless 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 spring of all my joys, My God! what endless pleasures dwell,
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