How wond'rous is the love
Hofanna to our conqu❜ring king

High as the heav'ns above the ground
How num'rous are thy beauties, Lord
Ho! ev'ry one that thirsts, draw nigh
Hither, ye lab'ring finners, come
How chearing is the gospel-found
Hear what the voice from heav'n, proclaims
How ftrong thy arm is, mighty God

Hofanna with a chearful found

How great the christian's portion is
How shall I praife that love divine
How gracious is the Lord my God
Happy the man to whom his God
How fast their guilt and forrows rise
High in the heav'ns, eternal God

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Hofanna to king David's fon
Hofanna to the prince of grace

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Indulgent Sov'reign of the fkies

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Is it a thing of good report

Is there ambition in my heart

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Jefus, the Saviour of my foul

Jefus, thou wounded Lamb of God
Jefus, Redeemer, Saviour, Lord.
Jefus, thy boundless love to me

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Jefus, my Saviour, and my God

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Lo! to the hills I lift my eyes

Let us, the fheep by Jefus nam'd'
Laden with guilt, and full of fears
Lord, when my thoughts with wonder roll-
Let all who love the Saviour's name
Lord, in the morning, thou shalt hear
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Lord what a feeble piece

Lord, 'tis a pleasant thing to stand

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Lord, didst thou fend thy fon to die
Lo we are journeying home to God
Let everlasting glories crown

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Lord, I have made thy word my choice

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Lo, what an entertaining fight

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Long as I live, I'll bless thy name
Let ev'ry tongue thy goodness tell
Loud Hallelujahs to the Lord

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Let all our tongues be one

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Meet and right it is to fing

My thoughts, furmount thefe lower skies
My helper God! I blefs his name
My God! how charming is the found
My dear Redeemer, and my Lord

Man has a foul of vaft desires

My foul, let all thy nobler pow'rs

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My God, how many are my fears

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My foul, furvey thy happiness

Muft friends and kindred drop and die
My God, what inward grief I feel

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Now I have found the ground wherein

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Now be that facrifice furvey'd

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Now be my heart infpir'd to fing

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ONCE more, we come before our God

God of wisdom, God of might

O that the Lord would guide my ways
O thou in whom the gentiles trust
O for a thousand tongues to fing
Our God, our portion, and our love
Oh! the Almighty Lord

Our fins, alas! how ftrong they be.
Oh! the delights, the heav'nly joys
O love divine, what haft thou done
Once more, my foul, the rifing day
O God of grace, and righteousness

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O Lord, our heav'nly king

O Lord, our God, how wond'rous great

O bleffed fouls are they

O for a shout of facred joy

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O that I knew the secret place

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Praise ye the Lord, exalt his name
Praise ye the Lord, my heart fhall join

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Son of God, thy bleffing grant
Salvation! O the joyful found

Stand up, my foul, fhake off thy fears
Sinners behold the Saviour's love
Shine on our fouls, eternal God

Sing, ye redeemed of the Lord

Sing to the Lord, a new melodious fong
Sin has a thousand treach'rous arts