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Patience divine!-how rich the grace

Patience !-0, what a grace divine...

Perfection here below

Plung’d in a gulf of dark despair

Praise to the Lord, who bows his ear

Pray, says the word, and never cease

Prayer is the soul's sincere desire....

Prepare a thankful song.

Proclaim saivation from the Lord.

Pure are the joys above the sky

Quick as the apple of an eye ...

Raise, thoughtless sinner, raise thine eye

Raise your triumphant songs...

Rejoice, believer, in the Lord.

Religion is the chief concern ...

Renew'd by grace, we love the word

Resplendent Sun ! thy rays impart..

Revive thy work, Almighty Lord...

Rous’d by th' gospel's powerful sound

Saints, at your heavenly Father's word.

Salvation! O, the joyful sound......

Saviour, wast thou baptis'd in blood

Say, who is she that looks abroad ..

Search the Scriptures, saith the Lord.

See, ye sinners see! the flame

Seck, my soul, the narrow gate..

Shepherd Divine, our wants relieve...

Shepherd of Israel, thou dost keep..

Shout, for the blessed Jesus reigns
Shout to the Lord, and let our joys.

Show pity, Lord, O Lord, forgive.

Since Jesus freely did appear :
Sinners, behold the Lamb of God.

So let our lips and lives express

Soldiers of Christ, arise

Songs of praise awoke the morn...

Sovereign Ruler of the skies

Spirit Divine! we barren prove..

Stand up, my soul, shake off thy fears..

Strait is the way, the door is strait ...,

Stretch'd on the cross, the Saviour dies.

Sweet were the tears that once I shed

Teach me the measure of my days...

That awful day will surely come

That doleful

night before his death

The blest memorials of thy grief...
The busy scenes of day are clos'd..
The day is past and gone..:
The food on which my children live..
The gospel light rolls down the sky
The hour of prayer once more is come.
The Judge descends from worlds on high
The kind Redeemer left his throne.
The law still curses those who break.
The Lord on high proclaims.
The Lord shall come, a glorious form
The Lord will happiness divine....
The praying spirit breathe....
The Saviour bids me come.
The Saviour calls--let every ear.
The Saviour comes ! no outward pomp.
The Saviour! O what boundless charms
The souls that would to Jesus press.
The Spirit, like some heavenly wind.
The time will surely come..
The vilest of the human race...
The wandering star, and fleeting wind
The world can never give
There is a fountain fill'd with blood.
There's nothing round the spacious earth
These glorious minds, how bright they shine
This is the day the Lord has made
This morning let my praise arise
'Thou art the way-to thee alone
Though I should seek to wash me clean..
Thron'd on a cloud our God shall come.
Thus far my God hath led ine on..
Thus far the Lord has led me on.
Thus saith the High and Lofty One.
Thy presence, gracious God, afford..
'Tis a point I long to know..
"Tis finish'd !--so the Saviour cried.
"Tis God the Spirit leads. .
'Tis my happiness below
To bless the chosen race.,
To-day the Saviour rose
To dwell in unity and love
To God, the only wise....
To him that lov'd the sons of men.
To keep the lamp alive.....
To that dear world of light and bliss.
To thee, O God, when creatures fail.
To you, O men, I call

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Together with these symbols, Lord
Trembling I stand before the Lord....
Try us, o God, and search the ground..
"Twas on that dark, that doleful night
Unshaken as the sacred Hill..
Up to the fields where angels lie.
Up to the throne where Jesus reigns
Up to thy throne, O God of love
Vain are the hopes the sons of men
Vain men, your fond pursuits forbear.
Warm was his heart, his faith was strong
Was it my sin that wounded thee ....
Wash'd in the Saviour's cleansing blood
We are a garden wall’d around.
We bow before thy gracious throne.
Welcome and precious to my soul...
Welcome here, our friend and brother
Welcome, sweet day of rest ......
Welcome, ye well-beloved of God..
What jarring natures dwell within
What shall I do my God to love
What shall I do, the sinner cries.
What shall I render to my God.
What various hindrances we meet
When all thy mercies, O my God
When any turn from Zion's way
When blooming youth is snatch'd away
When Christ, who came my soul to save.
When Christ, with all his graces crown'd
When first the Lord his grace reveald
When I can read my title clear..
When I can say, My God is mine..
When I survey the wondrous cross
When Jesus died, a suffering one
When Jesus dwelt in mortal clay
When Jesus smild, and said, arise.
When, 0 dear Jesus, when shall I
Whence do our mournful thoughts arise
Whene'er the angry passions rise...
Where are the grateful tears I shed
Where Christ the Lord has planted grace.
Where is the Judge that shall condemn
Where'er ascends the sacrifice...
While carnal men, with all their might.
While in this dark and dreary land ...

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While my Redeemer 's near
Whilst thee I seek, protecting Power
Who can forbear to sing
Why should the children of a King
Why tarriest thou ? arise...
With all my powers of heart and tongue.
With earnest longings of the mind
With heavenly power, O Lord, defend
With holy awe, and solemn dread
With joy we meditate the grace...
With Mary's love, without her fear.
With reverence let the saints appear
With Satan, Christ had fought
Would you win a soul to God...
Where Babel's streams ran murmuring by
Ye dying sons of men
Ye glittering toys of earth, adieu..
Ye messengers of Christ
Ye sin-sick souls, draw near..
Ye wretched, hungry, starving poor..
Yonder, amazing sight! I see......

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1. C. M. Medley. Behold I bring you good tidings of great joy. MORTALS, awake, with angels join, Joy, love, and gratitude combine

To hail th' auspicious day.
2 In heaven the rapturous song began,

And sweet seraphic fire
Through all the shining legions ran,

And strung and tun'd the lyre.
3 Swift through the vast expanse it flew,

And loud the echo rollid;
The theme, the song, the joy was new,

'Twas more than heaven could hold. 4 Down through the portals of the sky

Th' impetuous torrent ran, And angels flew with eager joy,

To bear the news to man.
5 Hark! the cherubic armies shout,

And glory leads the song;
Good will and peace are heard throughout

Th' harmonious heavenly throng. 6 0 for a glance of heavenly love

Our hearts and songs to raise ! Sweetly to bear our souls above, And mingle with their lays.

2. 7's. Anon. Glory to God in the highest! Luke ii. 14 HA

ARK! the herald angels sing,

Glory to the new-born king i

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