Glory be to God on high
Glory to our gracious Donor
God of my falvation, hear
God moves in a mysterious way
Grace, how exceeding fweet to
Grace! 't is a charming found
Guide me, O thou great Jehovah
HAIL, holy, holy, holy Lord
Hail the day that fees him rife
Happy he whoe'er believes
Happy the heart where graces
Happy the man to whom 'tis
Hark! dull foul, how every thing
Hark! the herald angels fing
Head of the church triumphant
He comes! he comes! the Judge
He dies! the Friend of finners
Hence, from my foul, fad thoughts
Hither ye poor, ye fick, ye blind
Ho! every one that thirfts draw
Holy Lamb, who thee receive
Ho! pilgrims (if ye pilgrims be)
Hofannah to Jefus on high
Hofannah to our conqu'ring King
· Hofannah to the Prince of Light
How can we adore
How condefcending, and how kind
How empty was our former boast
How glorious the Lamb
How heavy is the night
How many years have we been
How pleafant, how divinely fair
How fad our state by nature is
How sweet the name of Jefus
Husband of thy church below
I'M not afham'd to own my
If ever it could come to pafs
If Jefus be yours
I know that my Redeemer lives
In every trouble sharp and strong
Infinite grief, amazing woe
In filent fadness, I'm condemn'd
Is there a thing beneath the sky
Is there a thing that moves and
I've found the Pearl of greatest
I will lay me down to fleep
JESU, let thy pitying eye
Jefu, lover of my foul
Jefu, fhow us thy falvation
Jefu, thou doft cry aloud
Jefu, thy blood and righteousness
Jefus come, our deareft Jefus
Jefus, I love thy charming name
Jefus, Lord, we look to thee
Jefus my all to heaven is gone
Jefus, we blefs thy Father's name
Jefus, who died a world to fave
Join all the glorious names
Join all who love the Saviour's
ING of faints, to whom are
LADEN with guilt, finners arise
Lamb of God, whofe bleeding
Lamb of God, we fall before thee
Let angels and archangels fing
Let every mortal ear attend
Let God the Father live
Let them neglect thy glory, Lord
Let us, the fheep by Jefus nam'd
Lift up your eyes to th' heav'nly
Lo he cometh! countlefs trumpets
Long have we fat beneath the found
Lord, accept our feeble praise
Lord, and God of heav'nly powers
Lord, difmifs us with thy bleffing
Lord, look on all affembled here
Lord, make me faithful to my call
Lord of the worlds above
Lord, thou haft bid thy people pray
Lord, we adore thy vaft defigns
Lord, we are vile, conceiv'd in fin
Lord, we come before thee now
Lord, we would spread our fore
Lord, what a heav'n of faving
Love brought down God's dear
Love divine, all love excelling
Loving Saviour, Prince of Peace
MEET and right it is to fing
Mercy, good Lord, mercy
My God, my life, my love"
My God, my portion, and my love
My moft indulgent Saviour
My foul, come meditate the day
My foul, repeat his praise
ATURE with all her pow'rs
None but Jefus will we fing
No farther go to-night, but ftay
Not all the blood of beafts
Nothing but thy blood, O Jefus
Now begin the heav'nly theme
Now for a tune of lofty praise
Now for a wondrous fong
Now in a fong of grateful praise
Now from the altar of our hearts
Now may the Spirit's holy fire-
Now to the Lord a noble fong
Now to the power of God fupreme
COME let us join, in mufic
O come let us join, together
O come, thou wounded Lamb of
Offspring of David
Of Him who did falvation bring
O God! how endless is thy love
Oh! for a glance of heav'nly day
Oh! the delights, the heav'nly
O Jefu! our Lord, thy name be
O Lord, how great 's the favour
O Lord, how many are our foes
O Lord our God, how wondrous.
O Love divine, how sweet thou art
O Love divine, what haft thou done
Oh! may I bear an humble part
Once flaughter'd, now exalted
O Saviour, thou thy myfteries.
Oh! tell me no more
O Thou in whom the Gentiles truft
Our drowsy powers, why fleep ye fo
Our God reigns, ye lands rejoice
Our lives, our blood we here
Oh! when shall we, fupremely bleft
PARTNERS of a glorious hope
Plung'd in a gulf of dark
Poor finner, come, caft off thy fear
Praise God from whom all bleffings
Praise ye the Lord, exalt his name
Praife ye the Lord, 't is good to raise
RAISE your triumphant fongs
Rejoice, the Lord is king
Rife, my foul, adore thy Maker
Rife, my foul, and stretch thy
Rife, our fouls, to praise the care
Rife, O ye feed of David, rife
SALVATION! O the joyful
Saviour, canft thou love a traitor
Saviour, King, affume thy pow'r
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