page. 90 There was joy, great joy These glorious spirits The sun withdraws page: 323 The glories of the Lamb 457 492 The glorious universe 515 The Hebrew prophet 311 106 398 The Lord descended from The Lord is great, 272 The Lord, Jehovah, reigns 21? 221 The Lord my Shepherd is 404 The Lord, the sor 'reign, They who ocean's path-way 247 "T is finish'd, the conflict XLIV page. page. 380 628 Though oft our griefs 298 420 lbough with our mortal 445 274 618 Thou, the Lord, my fount 64 237 214 255 203 511 95 481 40 Thus th' eternal Father 251 387 Thy face why dost Thou 19 575 Thy hand, O Lord, hath 367 369 656 42 537 302 270 581 Thy word, O Lord, is light 388 95 482 291 Time, 'tis a gliding meteor's 600 524 153 623 542 210 375 544 485 284 661 240 380 The wicked bend their They, who in God do trust They, who in riches put 3 98 The Lord, our God, is Lord 373 623 Thine earthly sabbaths, 490 660 562 The man is ever blest 3 124 528 The mighty God, Jehovah, 12 340 The nations Thou hast made 194 531 34/ The orbe celestial, Thou hast built my 518 page. page. 277 What must it be to dwell 550 610 What shall I render 260 190 When awake at noon 575 661 When conscience to the 512 258 28 the Savior calls 489 When heav'n's wide arch 14 252 When I can read my title 617 653 46 537 When, Lord, Thou didst 292 147 When mw grows bold 86 143 143 18 294 576 536 385 When thou shalt pass 28: When to God the Suff'rer 50 33 28: When wild confusion wrecks 636 When Zion was restored 293 Where flows in silence 324 236 563 301 259 74 198 637 499 551 Who his errors can survey 411 26 67 547 Who shall dwell, O Lord 27 519 Who shall inhabit in thy hill 27 430 26 213 328 181 259 Who can describe the jors, 199 5-19 Who shall inhabit in thy hill 27 the wealthy, Why these desponding Why, ye mourners, 97 Where shall the man be found ti 655 Where's your God, 399 Tho can count God's 574 Who are see, page. page. Why did the nations 5 YE angels round the throne 661 Why do God's enemies 4 Ye angel hosts above 657 Why 88 Ye boundless realms of joy 349 Why o'er the sun 657 Ye gates, lift up your head 57 Why, O my soul, art 100 Ye golden lamps of heav'n, 610 Why, 0 sinner, dost 132 Ye holy angels bright 391 Why, 0 sinner, wilt thou die 478 Ye holy souls, in God rejoice 78 Wbu should be children 468 Ye isles of the West, 559 Why should this earth 603 Ye judges of the earth 186 Why should we start and sear614 Ye messengers of God 556 549 Ye mouvtain heights, 162 Why weep we for departing 614 Ye nations of the earth 226 607 Ye nations, once in darkest 262 Wise men have measur'a 443 Ye people, be ye glad 113 325 Ye people, praise the Lord 256 100 Ye saw the scoffer's pride 480 279 Ye that the Lord 551 325 Ye servants of the Lord 90 Within thy horze with songs 326 Ye servants of the Lord 257 312 Ye sinful dying thralls 489 joy we meditate 429 Yes, my native land, 557 178 Ye sons of Adam, 487 With my whole heart 17 Ye sons of men, a feeble 206 16 Ye sons of with 383 477 Ye tribes of Adam, join 350 With songs and honors 202 Ye wide-spread realms 351 345 Yield to me now, 453 115 Your arduous work 622 520 You, who dwell above 352 456 Zion, extol thy God 344 Zion, o how blest 197 With all my pow'rs page. 357 When Jesus pray d. 147 When min grows bold 113 18 When the great Joulge, 13 When the Lord set 570 When thou shalt pass When to God the Sutirer l'p 10 the hills, 25: When to my When wild confusion wrecks 666 28: When Zion was restored 520 Where tows in silence 236 57: Where shall we go 55 While life prolongs these, mine eyes 213 With radiant beams men, God l'p to the bills With stately tow'rs here one the temple's 563 ERRATA. p. 113. for L. M. read S. M, "while on dark cloud He doth ride." I * Who is this, that comes 517 Who shall dwell, O Lord We wept, where Babel's Happiness of the Good : Doom of the Wicked. Or, pond'ring heav'nly truth at night, PSALMS. 1. First Version.-L. M. Appleton. Uxbridge. And fears to talk, as scoffers do. With pleasure pond'ring o’er the word. p 3 He, like a plant by gentle streams, Shall flourish in immortal green, On every work, his hands begin. As chaff before the tempest flies, р 1 BLEST is the man, whose feet ne'er stray, Nor sits in daring scoffer's seat. р 1 |