Not all the blood of beafts

Not all the outward forms on earth
Not different food nor different dress
Not from the duft affliction grows
Not the malicious or profane
Not to condemn the fons 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

14

a

77

a 91

b 147

C

16

34

Now have our hearts embrac'd our God c
Now in the galleries of his grace
Now in the heat of youthful blood
Now let a spacious world arife
Now let our pains be all forgot
Now let the Father and the Son
Now let the Lord my Saviour smile
Now fatan comes with dreadful roar
Now fhall my inward joys arise
Now to the Lord a noble fong

Now to the Lord that makes us known
Now to the power of God fupreme

b 47

a 61

if my foul was 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 foul, the rifing day
Our days, alas! our mortal days
Our God, how firm his promise stands
Our fins, alas! how ftrong they be
Our fouls fhall magnify the Lord
Our spirits join t'adore the Lamb
P.

b

80

PLUNG'D in a gulph of dark defpair 79 Praife, everlasting praise, be paid

b 60

Common Metre.

LET Goitit, beador, an

ET God the Father, and the Son,

Where there are works to make him known, Or faints to love the Lord.

Com. Metre. Where the tune includes two fianzas.

I.

HE God of mercy be ador'd,

THE

Who calls our fouls from death, Who faves by his redeeming word, And new-creating breath.

II.

To praife the Father, and the Son,
And Spirit, all divine,

to souls unite in once

Let Taints and angels join.

YE

Short Metre.

E angels round the throne,
And faints that dwell below,
Worship the Father, praise the Son,
And blefs the Spirit too.

Particular Metre.

OW to the at and facred Thre
The Father, Con and Spirit, b
Eternal praise glory giv'n,
'hrough all the worlds where God is known,

ly all the angels near the throne,

And all the faints in earth and heav'n.

Particular Metre.

TO God the Father's throne

Perpetual honours raise

Glory to the Son, t

To God the Spirit, praise :

With all our pow'rs,

Eternal King,

Thy name we fing,
While faith adores.

HYMNS

AND

SPIRITUAL SONGS.

In THREE BOOKS.

I. Collected from the SCRIPTURES. II. Composed on DIVINE SUBJECTS. III. Prepared for the LORD'S-SUPPER.

By I. WATTS, D. D.

And they fung a new Song, faying, Thou art worthy, &c. for thou waft flain, and haft redeemed us, &c. Rev. v. 9.

Soliti effent (i. e. Chriftiani) convenire, carmenque Chrifto quasi Deo dicere.

PLINIUS in Epift.

BOSTON:

Printed by SAMUEL HALL,

And fold at his Book-Store, No. 53, Cornhill.

180 1.

R.

RAISE thee, my foul, fly up and run b

Raife your triumphant fongs

33

b 104

Rife, rife, my foul, and leave the ground b 17

Saints,

S.

Aints, at your heav'nly Father's word a 129
Salvation! O the joyful found

See where the great incarnate God
Shall the vile race of flesh and blood
Shall we go on to fin
Shall wifdom cry aloud

Shout to the Lord, and let our joys
Sin has a thousand treacherous arts
Sin like a venomous disease

b 88

a 45

a

82

b

Sing to the Lord who 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 express
Stand up, my foul, fhake off thy fears
Stoop down, my thoughts, that ufe to rife
Strait is the way, the door is strait

T.

ERRIBLE God, who reign'ft on high b 22
That awful day will furely 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 lands that long in darkness lay
The law by Mofes came

The law commands and makes us know b 121

The Lord defcending from above
The Lord Jehovah reigns

The Lord on high proclaims
The majefty of Solomon

The mem'ry of our dying Lord
The promise 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 houfe not made with hands
There is a land of pure delight

a 75

a 110

b 66

a II

b 138

a 67

b 127

a

80

a 116

a 87

b 83

There was an hour when Chrift rejoic'd
Thefe glorious minds how bright they fhine a 41
This is the word of truth and love
Thou, whom my foul admires above
Thus did the fons of Abraham pafs
Thus far the Lord has led me on
Thus faith the firft, 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, furprise our fouls
Time, what an empty vapour 'tis
'Tis by the faith of joys to come
'Tis from the treasure 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 who 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.

b

AIN are the hopes the fons of men
Vain are the hopes that rebels place a

Unfhaken as the facred hill

Up to the fields where angels lie

Up to the Lord who reigns on high

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