P

BOOK HY.

-b60

PLung'd-in a Gulph of dark Despair 79

Praife, everlasting Praise, be paid

Raifet

R

Aife thee, my Soul, fly up, and run 33 Raife your triumphant Songs

b 104

Rife, rife my Soul, and leave the Ground b ́ 17

S

Saints a

Aints at your heav'nly Father's Word a 129. Salvation ! O the joyful Sound

b. 88. See where the great incarnate God - a 45 Shall the vile Race of Flesh and Blood Shall we go on to Sin

Shall Wisdom cry aloud

a 82

a 106

a 92

a 35 b 92

150

8 153

8 13

4

a 43 b962

Shine mighty God, on Britain fhine
Shout to the Lord, and let our Joys
Sin has a thousand treacherous Arts
Sin like a venemous Diféafe
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 raife
So let our Lips and Lives exprefs
So new-born Babes defire the Breaft
Stand up, my Soul, shake off thy Fears
Stoop down, my. Thoughts, that ufe to rife b 28
Strait is the Way,, the Door is ftrait

Terrible

T

Errible God, that reign'ft on High 5 That awful Day will furely come

BOOK HY.

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 Lands that long in darkness lay

The Law by Mofes came

The Law Commands and makes us know b 121.

b 55

b 71

C ვი

b 136

a

13

a 118

The Lord on high proclaims

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

b 169 a 85 b113

a

69

75

The wond'ring World inquires to know a
There is a Houfe not made with Hands -
There is a Land of pure Delight
There's no Ambition fwells my Heart
There was an Hour when Chrift rejoic'd a
Thefe glorious Minds how bright they &c. a
This is the Word of Truth and Love
Thou, whom my Soul admires above
Thus did the Sons of Abraham pass
Thus far the Lord hath led me on

33

11.

Thus faith the first, the great Command a 116

Thus faith the high and lofty One
Thus faith the Ruler of the Skies

BOOK HY.

b

a 121

a

93

b. 129

124

32

Thus faith the Mercy of the Lord
Thus faith the Wisdom of the Lord
Thy Favours, Lord, furprise our Soulsb
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
To him that chose us first

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

C

51 40

39. G 41 b. 15

- C

1

a 52

AIN are the Hopes the Sons of Men a 94 Vain are the Hopes that Rebels place -.a Unfhaken as the facred Hill

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

W

WE 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 fwest Day of Reft

Well, the Redeemer's gone

What different Pow'rs of Grace and Sin
What equal Honours fhall we bring

B

BOOK HY.

· a 40 a 28

arise a

32 365

· C

b 201

a

a

55

756004

5772

76

24

What happy Men or Angels thefe
What mighty Man or mighty God
Whence do our mournful Thoughts
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 b 78
When the great Builder arch'd the Skies - b
Where are the Mourners, faith the Lord b 154
-Who can describe the Joys that rife
Who has believ'd thy Word
Who is this fair One in Distress
Who fhall the Lord's Ele&t condemn
Why did the Jews proclaim their Rage
Why does
your Face, ye humble Souls
Why do we mouin-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 fhould we start and fear to die
With chearful Voice I fing
With holy fear and humble Song
With Joy we meditate the Grace

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
Ꮓ

ZION rejoice and Judah fing

a

34

I. A new Song to the Lamb that was flain, Rev. v. 6, 8, 9-12.

1 BEHOLD the Glories of the Lamb
his Father's Throne:

Prepare new Honours for his Name
And Songs before unknown,,

2 Let Elders worship at his Feet,
The Church adore around,
With Vials full of Odours fweet,
And Harps of sweeter Sound.

3 Thofe are the Prayers of the Saints,
And these the Hymns they raise :