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Let devils flec, let men adare,
Let heaven proclaim the Savious reigns
Let all the earth-born race:
Let the whole ocean now rejoice
Let'us awake our joys

Let the vain world pronounce it shame
- Life, death, and hell, and world's unknown

Light of the Gentile world appear
Look up, my soul, with cheerful ego
Lo, Christ by his own powerful bloud.
Lo, the eternal word
Lo, to the hills [ lift mine eyes
Lo! Christ ascends the sacred height
Lo! his triumphal chariot waits,
Lord of ev'ry land and nation
Lord I am vile, conceived in sin
Lord, what a heaven of saving grace
Millions of years, my wond'ring eyes
My Captain sounds the alarm of war
My dear Almighty Lord
My dying Saviour, and my God
My God,

my God, to thee I cry
My soul inspir'd with sacred love
Not all the blood beasts
Nothing but thy blood, Jesus
Now let us record the conquering name
Now Moses feels for Israel's griefs
Now the good will of heaven is shewn
Now to the Lord a noble song
Now for the love I bear his name
Now let our lips with holy fear.
Now let us raise our cheerful strains
Ocean with thy numerous brood
O'erwhelmed with guilt, and grief, and woe.
O for a shout of sacred joy
Often, my gracious Friend, 1 grieve
O God of good, th' unfathom'd sea
O God, thou bottomless abyss
O had Jubal's lyre
O haste, victorious prince

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O Jesus, in pity draw neatvy
O Jesus, my hope, for me offer'd up
O let the dead now hear thy voice
On life's wide ocean rudely tost
Once on the raging seas I rode
On the wild waste

of water, 80 vast and so drear
O thou whom John at gordan's stream
O that in me the sacred fire
O thou whose all-disposing'sway
O thou, dear suffering Son of God.
O the sharp pangs of smarting pain
O thou, whom once they flock'd to hear
O the transcendant love
O thou of little faith
Our great High Priest we sing
Our journey is a thorny maze
Our sins and griefs ou Christ were laid
O! unexhausted grace
Plenteous grace with thee is found
Poor, weak, and worthless tho' I am
Pris'ners of hope, why will ye die .
Princes to his imperial throne
Prophet, to me reveal
Raise, raise, my soul, thy raptur'd sight
Record, my soul, thy Maker's praise
Rejoicing now in earnest hope
Repeated crimes awake our fears
Rise, glorious sun, supremely bright
Rise my soul! adore and wonder
Rock of ages! cleft for me
Sailors, that travel o'er the flood
Sailor rejoice, and rest secure
pilors repeat his praise

iurs, behold as ye pass by
lors, mark the dreadful night

ors look, the sight is glorious
lors advance, behold your King
zilors, to Jesus now draw near
sailors redeemed from endless woe
Salvation, O the joyful sound
Saviour of all, to thee we bow

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Saviour divine, we read thy fame.
Saviour divine! we know thy name
See on the mountain top
See here an endless ocean flows
See his disciples slumb'ring round

See how he lor'd!' exclaimed the Jews
Bee from on high a light divine
See human nature sunk in shame
Shall I behold my King the Lamb
Should I forbear to praise my God
Sing the dear Saviour's glorious fame
Sin, like a venomous disease
Sinners rejoice, its Christ that died
Stand up, my soul, shake off thy fears
Surprising grace, and such were we
Survey the beauties of his face
Survey the wond'rous cure
Sweet the moments rich in blessing
Tempests arise, when God appoints
Ten thousand wants have
That bloody banner see
The northern pole, and southern rest
The Saviour, what a noble flame
The Cross! the Cross ! Oh! that's my gain
The rising God forsakes the tomb
The blessed spirit, like the wind
The tower that rises v'er the sea
The powers of earth and hell
The types, my soui, were all tou faint
The billows swell, the winds are high
The wondering world enquires to know
'The whole Creation can afford -
The fairest of ten thousand fairs
The wounded conscience knows its power
The pains that wait my fleeting breath
The oath and promise of the Lord
There is a great Physician near
There is a fountain filled with blood
They that in ships with courage bold
They thirst, and waters from the rock
This is the way I long have sought
Think, O my soul, devoutly think

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Th’ Almighty spoke, the tempest burst
Tho' winds may blow and storms arise ».
Though hard the winds are blowing.
Thou Lanıb of God, thou prince of peace
Thou very Paschal Lamb
Thrice "Holy Lord,” in heaven they cry
Through all his travels here below.
Thy goodness, and thy truth,

to me
Thy potent arm, all glorious God
Thy works of glory, miglity Lord
Thy way, O God, is in the sea
Thy blood, dear Lord, which thou hast spilt
'Tis grace that sweetens every cross
To Christ, the bread of life, I fiy
To the dear Fountain of thy bloud
To Heaven I'm bound with prosp'rous gales
To Father, Son, and Holy Ghost
To the haven of thy breast
'Twas in an hour when wrath prevail d
'Twas well, my soul, he died for thee
Uprising from the silent tomb
Up to the fields where Angels lie
Vast are thy works, Alinighty Lord
View the broad sea's majestic plains
Viewing Christ as newly slain
Was it for crimes that I have done
We sing the bright and morning star
We see the blood of Jesus shed
Well, the Redeemer's gone
What could my Redeemer move
What object's this, that meets mine eyes
What, though a thousand hosts engage ,
What mighty Hero comes from far
What shall I do my suit to gain
When I with pleasing wonder stand
When all thy mercies, O my God
When rocks and when shallows beset us around
When many a tempest blew
When the great Builder

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When Satan gaw his rebel host

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When Adam sinned, through all his race
When Jesus hung upon the tree
Wlien God from my soul shall his presence remove
When tempests howl, and billows rise
When from the bosom of the deep
When poison spreading thro' the veins
When on the Cross my Saviour died
When most we need his helping hand
When passing through the wat'ry deep
Where from thy spirit shall I stretch
Which, of all our friends, to save us
While the angel-choirs are crying
While Ainty rocks were rent with dread
Who were the highly honored three
Who is this that comes from Edom
Why thus array'd, almighty God
Why oroops my soul, with guilt opprest
Why do I thus complain
With flowing eyes and bleeding hearts
With warm delight and grateful joy
Would you behold the works of God
Would Jesus have the sinner die? .

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Ye subjects of the Lord proclaim
Ye sin sick souls, dismiss your fears
Ye mourning saints, behold
Yes, there is, there is, my God
Yes, Lord, my grateful voice I'll raise
Yon despised Nasarono