Not all the Blood of Beafts
Not all the outward Forms on Earth
Not different Food or different Drefs
Not, from the Duft Affliction grows
Not the malicious or profane
Not to condemn the Sons of Men
Not to the Terrors of the Lord
Not with our mortal Eyes

Now be the God of Ifrael bleft

Now by the Bowels of my God
Now for a Tune of lofty Praise
Now have our Hearts embrac'd our God
Now in the Galleries of his Grace
Now in the Heat of youthful Blood
Now let a fpacious World arife
Now let our Pains be all forgot
Now let the Father and the Son
Now let the Lord my Saviour smile
Now Satan comes with dreadful Roar
Now fhall my inward Joys arise
Now to the Lord a noble Song
Now to the Lord that makes us know
Now to the Power of God fupreme

for an overcoming Faith

Oh! if my Soul were form'd for Woe b 106 O the Almighty Lord

O the Delights, the heav'nly Joys
Often I feek my Lord by Night
Once more, my Soul, the rifing Day
Our Days, alas! our mortal Days
Our God, how firm his Promise ftands
Our Sins, alas! how strong they be

b 80

b 91

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71

6

39

40

b

86

b

Our Souls fhall magnify the Lord
Our Spirits join to adore the Lamb
PLung'd in a Gulph of dark Despair
Praise, everlasting Praise, be paid

R

R

Aife thee, my Soul. fly up and run
Haife your triumphant Songs
Rife, rite, my soul, and leave the Ground

S

Saints at your heav'nly Father's Word
Salvation! O the joyful Sound

See where the great incarnate God
Shall the vile Race of Flesh and Blood
Shall we go on to Sin
Shall Wifdom cry aloud

Shine, mighty God, on Britain fhine
Shout to the Lord, and let our Joys
Sin has a thoufand treach'rous Arts
Sin like a venomous Disease
Sing to the Lord that built the Skies
Sing to the Lord with joyful Voice
Sing to the Lord, ye heav'nly Hofts
Sitting around our Father's Board
So did the Hebrew Prophet raise
So let our Lips and Lives exprefs
So new-born Babes defire the Breaft
Stand up, my Soul, fhake off thy Fears
Stoop down my Thoughts that ufe to rife
Strait is the Way, the Door is ftrait

TErrit

T

a

ба

с 22 b 79

b

60

C 23

a 112

a 132

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b

Errible God, that reign'ft on high That awful Day will farely come Thee we adore, Eternal Name

The Glories of my Maker God
The God of Mercy be ador'd
The King of Glory fends his Son
The Land that long in Darkness lay
The Law by Mofes came

The Law commands and makes us know

The Lord declares his Will

Book Hr. 6.71

b 126

The Lord Jehovah reigns

b 169

The Lord on high proclaims
The Majefty of Solomon

a

The Mem'ry of our dying Lord
The Promile of my Father's Love
The Promife was divinely free
The true Meffiah now appears
The Voice of my Beloved founds

The wond'ring World inquires to know
There is a House not made with Hands
There is a Land of pure Delight

my Heart

There's no Ambition fwells
There was an Hour when Chrift rejoic'd

85 b 113

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33

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a 11

b 138 a 67

6 127

Thefe glorious Minds how bright they shine a 41
This is the Word of Truth and Love
Thou, whom my Soul admires above
Thus did the Sons of Abraham pafs
Thus far the Lord hath led me on
Thus faith the first, the great Command
Thus faith the high and lofty One
Thus faith the Ruler of the Skies

Thus faith the Mercy of the Lord
Thus faith the Wisdom of the Lord
Thy Favours, Lord, furprize our Souls
Time, what an empty Vapour 'tis

"Tis by the Faith of Joys to come
"Tis from the Treasures of his Word
'Tis not the Law of Ten Commands
To God the Father, God the Son
To God the only Wife

To God the Father's Throne

BOOK HY. b 129

To him that chofe us firft

To our eternal God

'Twas by an Order from the Lord

'Twas on that dark that doleful Night 'Twas the Commiffion of our Lord

VAIN

V

AIN are the Hopes the Sons of Men
Vain are the Hopes that Rebels place
Unfhaken as the facred Hill

Up to the Fields where Angels lie
Up to the Lord that reigns on High

WE

W

E are a Garden wall'd around
We blefs the Prophet of the Lord

We fing th' amazing Deeds

We fing the Glories of thy Love
Welcome sweet Day of Reft

Well, the Redeemer's gone

What different Powr's of Grace and Sin
What equal Honours fhall we bring
What happy Men or Angels these
What mighty Man or mighty God
Whence do our mournful Thoughts arise
B

с 41 b 151

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a 63

a 40

28

32

BOOK HY.

When I can read my Title clear
When in the Light of Faith Divine
When I furvey the wond'rous Cross
When we are rais'd from deep Distress
When Strangers ftand and hear me tell
When the first Parents of our Race
When the great Builder arch'd the Skies
Where are the Mourners, faith the Lord
Who can defcribe the Joys that rife
Who has believ'd thy Word

Who is this fair One in Diftrefs

Who fhall the Lord's Elect condemn

Why did the Jews proclaim their Rage
Why does your Face, ye humble Souls
Why do we mourn departing Friends
Why is my Heart fo far from thee
Why fhould the Children of a King
Why fhould this Earth delight us fo
Why should we start and fear to die
With chearful Voice I fing

With holy Fear and humble Song
With Joy we meditate the Grace

Y

YE Angels round the Throne

Ye Saints how lovely is the Place
Ye Sons of Adam vain and young
Ye that obey th'immortal King

Z

ZION rejoice and Judah fing

b

b

a 144 b. 164