See how the little toiling ant,
See how the worthless bramble stands,
See human nature sunk in shame,
See the rash youth defil'd with sin,
See the victorious Jesus come,
Shepherd of Israel thou dost keep,
Shepherds rejoice lift up your eyes,
Should bounteous nature kindly pour,
Should the rising whirlwinds tear,
Sight, hearing, feeling, taste and smell,
Sing to the Lord a new melodious song,
Sin has undone our wretched race,
Sinner art thou still secure,
Sinner behold I've heard thy groan,
Sinners obey the gospel word,
Sinners the voice of God regard,
Smote by the law I'm justly slain,

Sometimes a light surprises,

Sov'reign of life I own thy hand,

Stay thou insulted Spirit, stay,

Stretch'd on the cross the Saviour dies,

Sure the blest comforter is nigh,

Sure 'tis in vain to seek for bliss,

Sweeter sounds than music knows,
Sweet glories rush upon my sight,
Sweet was the time when first I felt,
Swell the anthem raise the song,
THAT was a wonder working word,

The billows swell, the winds are high,

The book of nature open lies,

The dawn of morning veils her face,

The day is past and gone,

Thee will I love my Lord my tower,

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The fountain of Christ Lord help us to sing, 41

The God of Abra'm praise,

The God who once to Israel spoke,

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Page. The grass and flow'rs which clothe the field, 252 The Lord my pasture shall prepare, The Lord proclaims his abroad, The Lord receives his highest praise, The Lord will happiness divine, The mighty frame of glorious grace, The moment a sinner believes,

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The new born child of gospel grace,

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The righteous souls that take their flight,
There is a fountain fill'd with blood,
There is a God that reigns above,

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There was an hour when Christ rejoic'd,
The Saviour to adore,

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Thine earthly sabbaths Lord we love,
This God is the God we adore,

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Though in the earthly church below,

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Through all the various shifting scenes,
Thus far my God has led me on,

Thus saith the holy one and true,

Though troubles assail and dangers affright, 78

Thou great physician of the soul,

Through all the changing scenes of life,

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Thy mercy my God is the theme of my song, 11

'Tis the Lord thus far has brought me, To break the chains of sin and death,

'Twas on that night when doom'd to know, 'Twas the eternal word that spake,

VITAL spark of heavenly flame,

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UNCLEAN, unclean, and full of sin,
Unveil thy bosom faithful tomb,
WAIT, O my soul thy Maker's will,
Wealth is a blessing only lent,
Weary of struggling with my pain,
What jarring natures dwell within,
What myst'ries Lord in thee combine,
What scenes of horror and of dread,
What various hindrances we meet,
What wisdom, majesty and grace,
What wretched fools are they who hear,
When once a black o'erspreading cloud,
When any turn from Zion's way,
When converts first begin to sing,

When darkness long has veil'd my mind,
When death appears before my sight,
When e'er the angry passions rise,
When God the patriarch Abra'ın call'd,
When I can read my title clear,

When Israel through the desert pass'd,

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When the poor leper's case I read,

When thou my righteous Judge shalt come,
When with my mind devoutly press'd,
Where is my God, does he retire,
Where shall we sinners hide our heads,
Wherewith O Lord shall I draw near,
While I to grief my soul gave way,
While on the verge of life I stand,
Who shall condemn to endless flames,
Why do we mourn departing friends,

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Why should this earth delight us so,
Why sinks my weak desponding mind,

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With dying want the sinner cries,

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With fiery serpents greatly pain'd,

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With holy zeal and Christian grace,

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With humble heart and tongue,

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With kind compassion hear my cry,

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With thee great God the stores of light,

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World adieu, thou real cheat,

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YE glitt'ring toys of earth adieu,
Ye hearts with youthful vigour warm,
Ye sons of men with joy record,
Ye wretched, hungry starving poor,
Ye worlds of light that roll so near,
Yonder amazing sight I see,

ZEAL is that pure and heavenly flame,

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