Come, dearest Lord, descend and dwell

a 135

Come, happy fouls, approach your God b 103

Come hither, all ye weary fouls

Come, Holy Spirit, heav'nly Dove

Come, let us join a joyful tune

Come, let us join our cheerful fongs

Come, let us lift our joyful eyes

Come, let us lift our voices high

Come, we that love the Lord

D.

Dear Lord, behold our fore distress

DAUGHTERS

of Sion, come, behold a 72

a

6 163

Dearest of all the names above
Death cannot make our fouls afraid

b 148

Death may diffolve my body now
Death! 'tis a melancholy day

Deep in the dust before thy throne
Descend from heav'n, immortal Dove

AITH is the brightest evidence

Far from my tho'ts vain world be gone b

Father, I long, I faint, to fee

Father, we wait to feel thy grace

a 120

15

From heav'n the finning angels fell

b 97

From thee, my God, my joys shall rife

6 75

G.

G

ENTILES by nature, we belong
Give me the wings of faith to rife

a 114

6 140

Give to the Father praife
Glory to God the Trinity
Glory to God who walks the sky
Glory to God the Father's name
God is a Spirit just and wife
God of the morning, at whose voice
God of the feas, thy thund'ring voice
God, the eternal awful name

God, who in various methods told
Go preach my gofspel, faith the Lord
Go, worship at Immanuel's fect
Great God, how infinite art thou
Great God, I own the fentence just
Great God, thy glories shall employ
Great God, to what a glorious height
Great King of glory and of grace

Happy the heart where graces reign
Happy the man whose cautious feet
Hark! from the tombs a doleful found

b b 38

64

Hence from my foul sad thoughts be gone b 73

Hosanna to the Prince of light
Hofanna to the royal Son
Hofanna with a cheerful found
How are thy glories here display'd
How beauteous are their feet

How can I fink with fuch 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 fin and fatan strove
How rich are thy provifions, Lord

How fad our ftate by nature is
How shall I praise th' Eternal God
How short and hasty is our life

6 76 16 68

a

How should the fons of Adam's race
How strong thine arm is, mighty God

I hate the tempter and his charms
I lift my banner, faith the Lord
I love the windows of thy grace
I'm not asham'd to own my Lord
I fend the joys of earth away
I fing my Saviour's wond'rous death
Jehovah speaks, let Ifrael hear
Jehovah reigns, his throne is high
Jefus, in thee our eyes behold

b 156

a 29

b 145

a 103

b II

b 114

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

b 95

Join all the names of love and power
Is there ambition swells my heart

Is this the kind return

a 149

33

6 74

Let him embrace my foul, and prove
Let me but hear my Saviour say
Let mortal tongues attempt to fing

Let others boast how strong they be
Let Pharifees of high esteem

Let the old Heathens tune their fongs
Let the sev'nth angel found 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 feat

Like sheep we went aftray

Lo, the young tribes of Adam rife
Lo, what a glorious fight appears
Lo, what an entertaining fight
Lo, the destroying angel flies
Long have I fat beneath the found

Lord, at thy temple we appear

Lord, how divine thy comforts are
Lord, how secure and blest are they
Lord, how fecure my confcience was
Lord, we adore thy bounteous hand
Lord, we adore thy vast designs

Lord, we are blind, poor mortals blind

Lord, we confefs our num'rous faults

II

6 57

a 115

C

20

b109 b 26

a III

Lord, what a feeble piece

Lord, what a heav'n of saving grace

6 16

Lord, what a thoughtless wretch was I

a 36

Lord, what a wretched land is this

b 53

Lord, when my thoughts with wonder roll 6

5

Loud hallelujahs to the Lord

a 46

My God, what endless pleasures dwell
My heart, how dreadful hard it is

My foul, come meditate the day
My foul forsakes her vain delight

b 61

AKED as from the earth we came
Nature with all her pow'rs shall fing b

a 38

b

My thoughts surmount these lower skies 6 162

N

Ν.

on awful subjects roll

2

Nature with open volume stands
No, I'll repine at death no more
No! I shall envy them no more
No more, my God, I boast no more