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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