Fairest of all the lights above
Forgiveness! 'tis a joyful sound
Fain wou'd my soul enjoy her God
For mercies, countless as the sands
From pole to pole let others roam
Fierce passions discompose the mind
Father how wide thy glory shines
God is a name my soul adores
God moves in a mysterious way
Great God of wonders! all thy ways
Gentle spirit, waft me over
Great king! thy dread decrees
Gall'd with the tyrant's power
Great God, amid the darksome night
Great God, what hosts of angels stand
Guide me, O thou great Jehovah
God of my life, to thee I call
Hence from my soul, my sins depart
He dies-the heavenly lover dies
How meanly dwells th' immortal mind
How long shall death the tyrant reign
Hark! 'tis the trump of God
Hail! thou eternal Logos, hail
Hasten, hasten sweetest dove
Hark! hark! the trumpet's solemn sound 77
Honour to that diviner ray -
Hear, gracious God, my humble moan
How great, how terrible that God
He comes, he comes to judge the world 128
Hail, sovereign love! that first began
Hail mercy, name for ever dear
Hail to the sovereign pow'r that broke
Hear O ye dead, awake, arise
Hail! pilgrims on the burning sands
Hark! my soul, it is the Lord
How sweet the name of Jesus sounds
Hear what God the Lord hath spoken
Here at Bethesda's pool the poor
Hark! hark! salvation loudly sounds
Happy the hours the golden days
Infinite power, eternal Lord
If there are passions in my soul
Jesus I love. Come dearest name
It is the Lord-enthron'd in light
Jesus, at thy command
Jesus lover of my soul
Jesus, my all, to heaven's gone
I quit the world's fantastic joys
Jesus the sovereign and the friend
Indulgent Father, how divine
Imprison'd, dark, shut up, I lay
Jesus, my fainting spirit waits -
Joy is a fruit that will not grow
Jesus whose blood so freely stream'd
I wou'd, but cannot sing
Jesus thy blood and righteousness
In evil long I took delight
Jesus, and shall it ever be
Into a frame of holy awe
Keep silence all created things
King of Salem, bless my soul
Lord thou hast been thy children's God
Let avarice, from shore to shore
Lord, when we see a saint of thine
Lord, at the footstool of thy grace
Lord, 'tis an infinite delight
Lo! he cometh! countless trumpets
Lo! he comes with clouds descending
Lord, thou with an unerring beam
Lord, who hast suffer'd all for me
Let others boast their ancient line
Let those who walk in paths of sin
Let all my anxious cares be gone
Let saints on earth their anthems raise
My thoughts that often mount the skies
Mortals, awake, with angels join
My crimes awake, and hideous fear -
Mad is the world's delusive strife
Must all the charms of nature then
My God! thy boundless love we praise 145
Messiah's born-the glad'ning sound
My song shall bless the Lord of all
My God, shall I for ever mourn
No 'tis in vain to seek for bliss
Not all the nobles of the earth
Now let my faith grow strong, and rise
Now let our souls, on wings sublime -
Now far above the starry skies
No more, ye humble mourners, sigh
Now in a song of grateful praise
O azure vaults! O chrystal sky
Oft have I sat in secret sighs
O for a closer walk with God
O that I knew the secret place
Our Lord is risen from the dead
O the immense, th' amazing height
Of all the joys we mortals know
O what stupendous mercy shines.
O Lord, my best desires fulfil
O my soul, what means this sadness
O'er the gloomy hills of darkness
Our souls, O Lord, adore
O blest the souls! who firmly just
O happy Saints! who sweetly rest
Our life is but an idle play
O Lord! to whom for help I call
O thou, whose tender mercies hear
One there is, above all others
O how I love thy holy word
O for a faith to see my God
O for a thousand tongues to sing
Praise ye the Lord with joyful tongue
Prostrate, dear Jesus at thy feet
Precious Bible! what a treasure
Poor, weak, and worthless tho' I am
Pity a helpless sinner, Lord
Rise, my soul, and stretch thy wings
Return, degen'rate soul, return
Return to bless my waiting eyes
Rejoice, the Lord is King
Stand still, refulgent orb of day
Shall Atheists dare insult the cross
Some Seraph, lend your heav'nly tongue 28
Stretch'd on the cross, the Saviour dies
See, Lord, thy willing subjects bow
Stand and adore! How glorious he
See the glad day approach
Say, who is she, that looks abroad
See how rude winter's icy hand
Sinners, O why so thoughtless grown
Sinners now we call upon you
Say, heavenly muse, and teach my song 154
See! God unsheaths his flaming sword 165
See how the spirit's griev'd -
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