Do we not know that folemn Word
Down headlong from their native Skies
Dread Sov'reign, let my Ev'ning Song b
Ere the blue Heav'ns were ftretch'd abroad a
Eternal Sovereign of the Sky
Eternal Spirit, we confess
F
FAITH is the highest Evidence
Far from my thoughts vain world be gone b
Father, I long, I faint, to fee
Father, we want to feel thy Grace
Firm and unmov'd are they
Firm as the Earth thy Gospel ftands
From Heav'n the finning Angels fell
From thee, my God, my Joys fhall rife
Entiles by Nature, we belong
Give me the Wings of Faith to rise b 140
Give to the Father Praise
Glory to God, the Trinity
Glory to God that walks the Sky
Glory to God the Father's Name
God of the Seas, thy thund'ring 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 thy Sentence juft
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 a 134 Happy the Church, thou facred Place b 64 Happy the Heart where Graces reign
Hark! from the Tombs a doleful Sound
Hark! the Redeemer from on high
Hear what the Voice from Heav'n proclaims a
Hence from my Soul fad Thoughts be gone b
Here at thy Crofs, my dying God
High as the Heav'ns above the Ground,
High on a Hill of dazzling Light
Honour to Thee, Almighty Three
Hofanna &c.
Hofanna to our conquering King
Hofanna to the Prince of Light
Hofanna to the Royal Son
Hofanna with a chearful Sound
How are thy Glories here difplayed
How beauteous are their Feet
How can I fink with fuch a Prop
How condefcending and how kind
How full of Anguish is the Thought
How heavy is the Night
How honourable is the Place
How large the Promife, how divine
How oft have Sin and Satan ftrove
How rich are thy Provifions, Lord
How fad our State by Nature is
How fhall I praife th' Eternal God
How short and hafty is ourLife
How fhould the Sons of Adam's Race
How ftrong thy Arm is, mighty God
How fweet and awful is the Place
How vain are all Things here below
How wond'rous great, how glorious bright b
I Cannot bear thine Abfence, Lord
I give immortal Praise
I hate the Tempter and his Charms
I lift my Banner, faith the Lord
I love the Windows of thy Grace
I'm not asham'd to own my Lord
I fend the Joys of Earth away
I fing my Saviour's wond'rous Death
Jehovah fpeaks, let Ifr'el hear
Jehovah reigns, his Throne is nigh
jefus, in thee our Eyes behold
Jefus invites his Saints
Jefus is gone above the Skies
Jefus, the Man of constant Grief
Jefus, we blefs thy Father's name
Jefus, we bow before thy Feet
Jefus, with all thy Saints above
In Gabriel's Hand a mighty Stone
In thine own Ways, O God of Love
In vain the wealthy Mortals toil
In vain we lavish out our Lives
Infinite Grief! amazing Woe
Join all the glorious Names
Join all the Names of Love and Power
Is this the kind Return
Kind is the Speech of Christ our Lord a 73
Aden with Guilt, and full of Fears 6119.
Let all our Tongues be one
Let everlasting Glories crown
Let ev'ry mortal Ear attend
I et him embrace my Soul and prove
Let God the Maker's Name
Let me but hear my Saviour fay
Let mortal longues attempt to fing
Let others boat how ftrong they be
Let Pharifees of high Esteem
Let the old Heathens tune their Song
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' heav'nly Seats
Like Sheep we went aftray
Io the destroying Angel flies
Lo the young Tribes of Adam rife
Lo what a glorious Sight appears
Lo what an entertaining Sight
Long have I fat beneath the Sound
Look, Gracious God, how num'ious they
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, we Mortals blind
Lord, we confess our numʼrous Faults:
Lord, what a feeble Piece
Lord, what a Heav'n of faving Grace
Lord, what a thoughtless Wretch was I
Lord, what a wretched Land is this
Lord, when my Thoughts with Wonder roll 6
Loud Hallelujahs to the Lord
CAN has a Soul of vaft Defires
Mistaken Souls that dream of Heav'n a 140
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 dreadful hard it is
My Saviour God, my fov'reign Prince
My Soul come meditate the Day
My Soul forfakes her vain Delight:
My Thoughts on awful Subjects roll
My Thoughts furmount these lower Skies 162
NAKED as from the Earth we came
Nature with all her Powers fall fing
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 boast no more
Nor Eye has feen, nor Ear has heard
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