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Note. The letters a, b, c, denote the First, Second, and Third Book the Figures direct to the Hymn.

for our God

Alas! and did my Saviour bleed
All glory to thy wondrous name
All mortal vanities be gone
And are we wretches yet alive
And muft this body die

And now the fcales have left mine eyes
Arise, my soul, my joyful powers
As new born babes defire the breast
At thy command, our dearest Lord
Attend while God's exalted Son
Awake, my heart, arife, my tongue
Awake, our fouls, away, our fears
Away from every mortal care

ACKWARD with humble fhame we look a 57

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Behold how finners difag
Behold the blind their fight receive
Behold the glories of the Lamb
Behold the grace appears
Behold the potter and the clay
Behold the Rofe of Sharon here
Behold the woman's promis'd feed
Behold the wretch whose luft and wine
Behold what wondrous grace
Blefs'd are the humble fouls that fee
Blefs'd be the everlafting God
Blefs'd be the Father and his love
Blefs'd morning, whofe young dawning rays
Blefs'd with the joys of innocence
Blood has a voice to pierce the skies
Bright King of Glory, dreadful God
Broad is the road that leads to death
Bury'd in fhadows of the night
But few among the carnal wife

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Chrift and his cross are all our theme
Come, all harmonious tongues
Come, dearest Lord, defcend and dwell




a 25

b 105

6 110





a 143

C 19

b 130

a 20

a 48 b 128

a 131

b 137



a 3

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68 b 135

a 123

a 64

a 102

a 26

C 26

6 72

b 128

b 118

b 51

b 158

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b 170

a 119

b 84 a 135

Come, happy fouls, approach your God
Come hither, all ye weary fouls
Come, Holy Spirit, heavenly Dove
Come, let us join a joyful tune
Come, let us join our cheerful fongs
Come, let us lift our joyful eyes
Come, let us lift our voices high
Come, we that love the Lord

AUGHTERS of Zion, come, behold

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Give me the wings of faith to rife
Give to the Father praise
Glory to God the Trinity
Glory to God who walks the fky
Glory to God the Father's name
God is a Spirit juft and wife
God of the morning, at whose voice
God of the feas, thy thundering voice
God, the eternal awful name
God, who in various methods told
Go preach my gofpel, faith the Lord
Go, worship at Immanuel's feet
Great God, how infinite art thou
Great God, I own the fentence juft

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Deareft of all the names above
Death cannot make our fouls afraid
Death may diffolve my body now
Death! 'tis a melancholy day
Deceiv'd by fubtle fnares of hell
Deep in the duft before thy throne
Defcend from heaven, immortal Dove
Do we not know that folemn word
Down headlong from their native fkies
Dread Sovereign, let my evening fong
ERE the blue heavens were fretch'd abroad a

Eternal Sovereign of the fky
Eternal Spirit, we confefs

AITH is the brighteft evidence

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C 24

Far from my thoughts vain world be gone b 15 Father, I long, I faint to fee Father, we wait to feel thy grace Firm and unmov'd are they Firm as the earth thy gofpel ftands From heaven the finning angels fell From thee, my God, my joys fhall rife

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b 103

a 127

b 34





b 108

C 21

b. 30



b 163

b 148



a 27 b 52

a 107

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b 23

a 122

b 96




b 149

b 133

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a 138 b 97 b 75

a 114

b 140

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Great God, thy glories fhall employ
Great God, to what a glorious height
Great King of glory and of grace
Great was the day, the joy was great
[AD I the tongues of Greeks and Jews
Happy the church, thou facred place
Happy the heart where graces reign
Happy the man whofe cautious feet
Hark! from the tombs a doleful found
Hark! the Redeemer from on high
Hear what the voice from heaven proclaims
Hence from my foul fad thoughts be gone
Here at thy ciofs, my dying God
High as the heavens above the ground
High on a hill of dazzling light
Honour to the Almighty Three
Hofanna, &c.

Hofanna to our conquering King
Hofanna to the Prince of Light
Hofanna to the royal Son
Hofanna with a cheerful found
How are thy glories here difplay'd
How beauteous are their feet
How can I fink with fuch a prop
How condefcending and how kind
How full of anguifh is the thought
How heavy is the night
How honourable is the place
How large the promife, how divine
How oft have fin and Satan ftrove
How rich are thy provifions, Lord
How fad our ftate by nature is
How fhall I praife th' eternal God
How fhort and hally is our life
How fhould the fons of Adam's race
How ftrong thine arm is, mighty God
How fweet and awful is the place
How vain are all things here below
How wondrous great, how glorious bright
I CANNOT bear thine abfence, Lord

give immortal praife

I hate the tempter and his charms
I lift my banner, faith the Lord
I love the windows of thy grace
'n not afham'd to own my Lord
A fend the joys of earth away

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I fing my Saviour's wondrous death
Jehovah fpeaks, let Ifrael hear
Jehovah reigns, his throne is high
Jefus, in thee our eyes behold
Jefus invites his faints
Jefus is gone above the skies
Jefus, the man of conftant grief
Jefus, we blefs thy Father's name
Jefus, we bow before thy feet
Jefus, with all thy faints above
In Gabriel's hand a mighty flone
In thine own ways, O God of love
In vain the wealthy mortals toil
In vain we lavish out our lives
Infinite grief! amazing wo
Join all the glorious names
Join all the names of love and power
Is there ambition in my heart
Is this the kind return

KIND is the fpeech of Christ our Lord
LADEN with guilt, and full of fears

be one

Let all our
Let everlasting glories crown
Let every mortal ear attend
Let God the Father live
Let God the Maker's name
Let him embrace my foul, and prove
Let me but hear my Saviour fay
Let mortal tongues attempt to fing
Let others boaft how ftrong they be
Let Pharifees of high efteem
Let the old heathens tune their fongs
Let the feventh angel found on high
Let the whole race of creatures lie
Let the wild leopards of the wood
Let them neglect thy glory, Lord
Let us adore th' Eternal Word
Life and immortal joys are given
Life is the time to ferve the Lord
Lift up your eyes to th' heavenly feat
Like theep we went aftray
Lo the young tribes of Adam rife
Lo, what a glorious fight appears
Lo, what an entertaining fight
Lo, the deftroying angel flies
Long have I fat beneath the found

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Lord, at thy temple we appear
Lord, how divine thy comforts are
Lord, how fecure and bleft are they
Lord, how fecure my confcience was
Lord, we adore thy bounteous hand
Lord, we adore thy vaft defigns
Lord, we are blind, poor mortals blind
Lord, we confefs our numerous faults
Lord, what a feeble piece

Lord, what a heaven of faving grace
Lord, what a thoughtless wretch was I
Lord, what a wretched land is this
Lord, when my thoughts with wonder roll
Loud hallelujahs to the Lord

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of heaven

Not all the outward forms on earth
Not different food nor different drefs
Not from the duft affliction grows
Not the malicious or profane
Not to condemn the fons of men
Not to the terrors of the Lord
Not with our mortal eyes

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My dear Redeemer and my Lord
My drowsy powers, why fleep ye fo
My God, how endless is thy love
My God, my life, my love
My God, my portion, and my love
My God, permit me not to be
My God, the fpring of all my joys
My God, what endlefs pleafures dwell
My heart, how dreadful hard it is
My Saviour. God, my fovereign Prince
My foul, come meditate the day
My foul forfakes her vain delight
My foul, how lovely is the place
My thoughts on awful fubjects roll
My thoughts furmount thefe lower fkies
[AKED as from the earth we came
Nature with all her powers fhall fing
Nature with open volume ftands
No, I'll repine at death no more
No! I fhail envy them no more
No more, my God, I boaft no more
Nor eye hath feen, nor ear has heard
Not all the blood of beafts


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