One there is above all others
On what has now been fown
O tell me no more
O forrowful foul
O that I could repent
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that I was as heretofore
that my ways were now made
O the dear glories of the place
O the immenfe, th' amazing
O the transcendent love
O thou, at whofe almighty word
O thou God of my faivation
O thou that hear'ft the prayer
Our carnal hearts, alas, how
Our eyes falvation fee
C. 157. 130
468. 230
96. 245
Our great High-Prieft we fing
Our hearts are faften'd to this
Our holy Father, all thy will.L.
Our Lord is rifen from the dead L.
Our fhepherd alone the Lord let P. 518. 225
Our fouls, by love together knit P.
Our fouls O Lord adore
Out of the deep regard our cries
Out of the iron furnace, Lord
O what fhall I do
O when wilt thou my Saviour
Owretched man of hopelefs grief
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Permit me, Lord, to feek thy C. 239. 65 Praife the Lord, my joyful heart P. 303. 185: 88 Praife the Lord who reigns above P. 572. 155 Praife the Saviour, all ye nations P. 534. 240:229 Praife to the Lord of boundless L.
Praife to thy name, eternal God L. 156. 129
L. 85. 191
Purge me, Lord, from guilt that L. 219. 147
Record, my foul, thy maker's
Rejoice evermore, with angels
Rejoice, the Lord is king
Rife, my foul, and ftretch thy
Rife up, my fpoufe, thy
Rock of ages, cleft for me
L. 410. 191
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Sad pris'ners in a houfe of clay Safely through another week Salvation doth to God belong Saviour of finful men See how great a flame afpires P. 537. 182:203 See, how rude winter's icy hand L. 559. 190 Seelfrael's gentle fhepherd ftand C. 503. 225 See, Lord, thy willing fubjects L. 107. 232 See, the angelic hofts appear See the corn again in ear See, the great judge in pomp See the fad fruit of fin appears Shall Atheist's dare infult the Shall fin that cruel foe Shepherd of Ifr'el doft thou keep Should famine o'er the mourning Sing to the Lord a new Sing to the Lord fome new Sing to the Lord who loud Sin, in ten thousand treach'rous Sinner, O'why fo thoughtless Sinners, look up by grace
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Sons we are thro' God's election
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Source of light and pow'r divine P.
Sov'reign of life, before thine L.
Spirit divine defcend
Stay thou infulted Spirit, ftay L. 280. 157
Stern winter blows his icy chains C. 558. 91
Stop, poor finner! ftop and think P. 54
Stretch'd on the cross, the L. 81. 92
Sweeter founds than mufic knows L. 74. 86
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Thanks to thy name, O Lord,
The day of wrath that dreadful
The deluge, at th' almighty's
Thee, Lord, my thankful foul
Thee, mighty Father, we adore
The gath'ring clouds, with afpect C. 541. 131
The God of Abr'ham praife
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TheGod who once tolfrael fpoke L. 551. 98
The great Jehovah! who fhall
The king of heav'n his table
The laft loud trumpet's
The Lord! how fearful is his
The Lord is my Shepherd
The Lord Jehovah calls
The Lord my pasture shall
The Lord, my Saviour is my
The Lord, my fhepherd, and
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The pains that wait on fleeting L. 352. 148
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The promises I fing
The righteous Lord, fupremely
The righteous fouls that take
There is a fountain fill'd with
There is a land of living joy
There is a world all fair and
The Saviour calls-let ev'ry ear
The fpacious firmament on high L. 583. 210
Thine earthly fabbaths, Lord, L. 457. 91
This God, is the God we adore P. 448. 165
The cloudy skies and northern L. 554. 230
Though troubles affail and
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L. 266. 219
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Thou deareft object of my love
Thou dear Redeemer, dying
Thou God of glorious majefty P. 203. 96
Thou God of harmony and love P. 585. 237
Thou God of Ifrael, bend thine L. 499 197
Thou God of love and mercy
L. 508. 230
Thou hidden love of God, whofe P. 371. 196
Thou only fov reign of my heart L. 502. 138
Thou fhepherd of Ifr'el divine P. 473.132
Thou finner's advocate withGod P. 257. 96
Thou fource of all vigour divine P. 147. 132
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Thou very pafchal Lamb
Thou very prefent aid
Thou unexhaufted mine of blifs
Thou wretched man of forrow
Thrice happy fouls, who, born
Thro' all the changing fcenes of
Thus hath the fon of Jeffe faid
Thy judgments, righteous God,
Thy mercy, my God is the
Thy fingle arm, almighty Lord L.
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To blefs thy chofen race
'To God my Saviour and my
To God who chofe us in his Son
To-morrow, Lord, is thine
To thee, great God of love, I
To thee, O God, my pray'r
To thee, O God, when creatures
To thee our wants are known
To thy great name, O Prince of C. 491. 74
To thy paftures fair and large P. 590. 209
To yon dear world of light and C. 202. 142
To your creator God
Triumphant Lord thy goodness
Triumphant fing ye favour'd
Turn, thou friend of finners turn
Vain, delufive world, adieu
Vital fpark of heav'nly flame
Unveil thy bofom, faithful tomb
Uprifing from the darksome
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Wait, O my foul, thy Maker's L. 14. 60
Weary of my fad complaining P. 268. 211:239
We come, dear Jefus, to thy
We feek a reft, beyond the fkies
We, theep of Christ, believe
We fing the Saviour's love
What a rapturous fong
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