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The Lord, the God of glory, reigns
The Lord, the Judge, before his throne
The Lord will happiness divine
The mem'ry of our dying Lord
The promises I sing
The rising morn, the closing day
The spacious firmament on high
The voice of free grace, cries, escape
Th' unclouded sun, while I survey
The winter is over and gone
The wond'ring world inquires to know
Thee we adore, eternal name
There hangs the Saviour of mankind
There is a fountain, fill?d with blood
There is a house not made with hands
There is a land of pure delight
This God is the God we adore
This is the day the Lord hath made
This is the day the Lord of life
This is the feast of heavenly wine
This is the word of truth and love
Thou dear Redeemer, dying Lamb
Thou God of glorious majesty
Thon hidden love of God, whose height
Thou Shepherd of Israel divine
Thou soft flowing Kedron, by thy silver stream
Thou Son of God, whose flaming eyes
Thou unexhausted mine of bliss
Thou very paschal Lamb
Though cloudy skies, and northern blasts
Though troubles assail, and dangers affright
Thrice happy man, who fears the Lord
Through every agé, eternal God
Thus did the sons of Abr’ham pass
Thus far the Lord has led me on
Thus saith the high and lofty One
Thus saith the mercy of the Lord
Thus the eternal Father spake
Thy favours, Lord, surprise our souls
Thy gracious promise, Lord,

we plead
Thy life I read, my dearest Lord
Thy mercy, my God, is the theme of my song
Time by moments steals away
Time, what an empty vapour 'tis
'Tis a point I long to know


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'Tis by the faith of joys to come
'Tis finish'd ! lo, the Saviour cry'd
'Tis finish'd, the Redeemer said
To Father, Son, and Holy Ghost
To God our praises first belong
To God the Father, God the Son
To God the Father, King supreme
To God, the only wise
To heav'n, I lift my waiting eyes
To our Almighty Maker God
To our Redeemer's glorious name
Try us, O God, and search the ground
'Twas on that dark, that doleful night
"Twas the commission of our Lord


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Uprising from the darksome tomb
Up to the fields, where angels lie
Up to the hills, I lift mine eyes
Up to the Lord, that reigns on high

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Vain are the hopes the sons of men
Vital spark of heav'nly flame

We are a garden, wall'd around
We bless the Lord, the just, the good
We give immortal praise
We sing his love who once was slain
Weary of wandering from my God
Welcome, sweet day of rest
Well, the Redeemer's gone
What different powers of grace and sin
What equal honours shall we bring
What favour, Lord, that we should meet
What happy men or angels these
What heavenly man, or lovely God
What shall I render to my God
What shall we render unto thee
What though my frail eye-lids refuse
What various hind’rances we meet
When all thy mercies, O my God
When any turn from Zion's way


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When at this distance, Lord, we trace
When blooming youth is snatch'd away
When Hannah, press'd with grief
When Christ our Lord a table spreads
When I can read my title clear
When I survey the wond'rous cross
When I with pleasing wonder stand
When in the light of faith divine
When Jesus calls by death
When Jesus first, at Heav'n's command
When languor and disease invade
When, 0 dear Saviour, when shall I
When the first parents of our race
When we are rais'd from deep distress
When we view the saints declining
When winds and waves unite to foil
When, with my mind devoutly prest
Who can describe the joys that rise
Who hath our report believed
Who is this tender hearted Friend
Who shall the Lord's elect condemn
Where two or three with sweet accord
Where'er the Lord shall build my house
While beauty clothes the fertile vale
While carnal men, with all their might
While each revolving day demands
While justice waves her vengeful hand
Why do we mourn departing friends
Why does your face, ye humble souls
Why is my heart so far from thee
Why should the children of a King
Why should we start, and fear to die
Why should this earth delight us so
Wide o'er all worlds the Saviour reigns
Will God in very deed descend
Winter has a joy for me
With all my powers of heart and tongue
With joy we meditate the grace
With one consent let all the earth
With songs and honours sounding loud

Ye angels, round the throne
Ye dying sons of men


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Ye faithful souls, who Jesus know
Ye golden lamps of heaven, farewell
Ye hearts, with youthful vigour warm
Ye islands of the northern sea
Ye servants of God
Ye sons of men, your voices raise
Ye that in his courts are found
Ye that obey the immortal King
Ye that pass by, behold the man
Ye tribes of Adam join
Ye troubled seas of earthly joy
Ye virgin souls, arise
Yes, the Redeemer rose
Your harps, ye trembling saints

Zeal is that pure and heav'nly flame

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1. The Pleasure of Public Worship. (L. M.)


How pleasant, how divinely fair,

O Lord of hosts, thy dwellings are ! With long desire my spirit faints,

To meet th' assemblies of thy saints. 2 My flesh would rest in thine abode,

My panting heart cries out for God;
My God! my King! why should I be

So far from all my joys and thee?
3 Blest are the saints who sit on high,

Around thy throne of majesty;
Thy brightest glories shine above,

And all their work is praise and love. 4 Blest are the souls that find a place

Within the temple of thy grace;
There they behold thy gentler rays,
And seek thy face, and learn thy praise.


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