Come deareft Lord, defcend and dwell
Come happy fouls, approach your God
Come hither all ye weary fouls,
Come, Holy Spirit, heav'nly 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 who love the Lord
AUGHTERS of Sion, Come, behold
DDG Lodour fore difuels
Dearest 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 inares of hell
Deep in the duft before thy throne
Defcend from heav'n immortal Dove
Do we not know that folemn word
Down headlong from their native skies
Dread fov'reign, let my ev'ning fong
'ER the blue heav'ns were ftretch'd abroad 4
E'Eternal Sur reign of the
Eternal Spirit, we confess
AITH is the brightest evidence
Far from my thoughts,vain world begone 110
Father, I long, I faint to fee
Father, we wait to feel thy grace
Firm as the earth thy gofpel ftands
From heav'n the finning angels fell
From thee, my God, my joys hall rife
GGive me the wings of faith to rife
ENTILES by nature we belong
Glory to God the Trinity
Glory to God who walks the fky
Glory to God the Father's name
God is a 3pirit just and wise
God of the morning, at whofe voice
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God of the feas, thy thund'ring voice
God, the eternal awful name
God, who in varʼous methods told
Go preach my gospel faith, the Lord
Go, worship at Immanuel's fect
Great God, how infinite art thou
Great God, I own thy fentence juft
Great God, thy glories fhall employ
Great God, to what a gior'ous height
Great King of Glory and of Grace
Great was the day, the joy was great
FAD I the tongues of Greeks and Ferus 82
Happy the heart where graces reign
Hark! from the tombs, a doleful found
Hark! the Redeemer from on high
Hear what the voice from heav'n proclaims
Hence from my foul fad thoughts be gone 153
Here at thy crofs, my dying God
High as thy heav'ns above the ground
High on a hill of dazzling light
Mofanna to our conqu❜ring King
Hofanna to the Prince of Light
Hofanna to the Royal Son
Hofanna with a chearful found
How are thy glories here difplay'd
How beaut' ous are their feet
How can I fink with fuch a prop
How condefcending and how kind
How full of anguith is the thought
How heavy is the night
How honorable is the place
How large the promife, how divine
How oft have fin and fatan ftrove
How rich are thy provifions, Lord
How fad our state by nature is
How fhall I praife th' eternal God
How fhort and hafty is our life
How should the Sons of Adam's race
How trong thine armis mighty God
How fweet and awful is the place
How vain are all things here below
How wond'rous great, how glor❜ous bright 163 Cannot bear thine abfence, Lord
I hate the tempter, and his charms
I lift my banner faith the Lord
I love the windows of thy grace
I'm not afham'd to own my Lord
Iffend the joys of earth away
Ifing My Saviour's wond'rous death
Jehovah fpeaks, let Ifr'el hear
Jehovab reigns, his throne is high
Jefus, in thee our eyes behold
Jefus is gone above the fkies"
Jefus, the Man of conftant grief
Felus, we blefs thy Father's name
Jefus, we bow before thy feet
Jefus, with all thy faints above
In Gabriel's handja mighty ftone
In thine own ways, O God of love
In vain thefe wealthy mortals toil
In vain we lavish out our lives
Infinite grief! amazing woe
Join all the glor'ous names
Join all the names of love and pow'r
Is this the kind rerurn
KIND
IND is the fpeech of Christ our Lord
ADEN with guilt, and full of fears
Let all our tongues be one
Let everlastingglories crown
Let ev'ry mortal car attend
* Let God the Father live
Let him embrace my foul and prove
Let God the Maker's name
Let me but hear my Saviour fay
Let mortal tongues attempt to fing
Let others boaft how ftrong they be
Let phari ees of bigh efteem.
Let the old heathen tune their fong
Let th' feventh angel found on high
Let the whole race of cratures lie
Let the wild leopards of the wood
Let them neg ect thy glory Lord
Let us adore th' eternal word
Life and immortal joys are giv'n
Life is the time to ferve the Lord
Litt up your eyes to the heav'nly feats
Lo the deftroying Angels flies
Like sheep we wentladray
Lo, the young tribes of Adam rife
Lo, what a glor'ous fight appears
Long have I fat beneath the found
Lord, at thy temple we appear1
Lord, how divine thy comforts are
Lord, how fecure and blefs'd are they
Lord, how fecure my confecince was
Lord we adore thy bounteous hand
Lord, we adore thy vaft designs
Lord, we are blind poor mortals blind
Lord we confess our num'rous faults
Lord, what a heav'n of faving grace
Lord, what a wretched land is this
Lord, when my thoughts with wonder roll 103 AN has a foul of vaft defires
Miltaken fouls who dream of heav'n 85
My dear Redeemer and my Lord
My drowfy powr's, 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 spring of all my joys
My God, what endless pleafures dwell
My heart, how draedful hard it is
My Saviour God, my for'reign Prince
My foul, come, meditate the day
My foul forfakes her vain delight
My thoughts on awful fubjects roll
My thoughts furmount thefe lower fkies
AKED, as from the earth we came
N Nature with all her pow'r s'fhali fing 100
Nature with open volume ftands
No, I'll repine at death no more
No, I fhall envy them no more
No more my God, I'll boaft no more
Nor eye hath feen, nor ear has heard
Not all the blood of beafts
Not all the outward forms on earth
Not diff'rent food nor diff'rent drefs.
Not from the duft affliction grows
Not the malicious or prophane
Not to condemn the fons of men
Not to the terrors of the Lord
Not with our mortal eyes
Now be the God of Ifrel blefs'd
Now by the bowels of my God
Now fhall my inward joys arise
Now to the Lord a noble song
Now to the Lord who makes us know
Now to the pow'r of God fupreme
FOR an overcoming faith
Oh! if my foul were form'd for woe 177
Often I feek my Lord by night
Once more, my foul, the rifing day
Our days, alas, our mortal days
Our God, how firm his promise ftands
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