Give Thanks to God Moft High

Give Thanks to God, the fov'reign Lord
Give to our God immortal Praife -
God counts the Sorrows of his Saints
God from his cloudy Ciftern pours

God in his earthly Temple lays
God is the Refuge of his Saints
God my Strength, to Thee I pray
God my Strength, the Wife, the Juft
God, my Supporter and my Hope
God of my Childhood and my Youth
God of my Mercy and my Praise
God's Glories Salem's Temple fill
God fpeaks; and lo, a burning Wafte
God fware to Abr'ham and his Seed
Great God, attend while Zion fings
Great God, indulge my humble Claim

Great God of Confolation, fee

Great God, when thy fierce Fury ftorm'd
Great God, whofe univerfal Sway
Great is our God, with warmest Zeal
Great is the Lord, his Works of Might
Great is the Lord our God

Great Shepherd of thine Ifrael

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Had not the Lord, may Ifrael fay
Hallelujah! kneel and fing
Happy the City, where their Sons
Happy the Man," whofe cautious Feet
Hate to my Aid, my Saviour, hafte
Haft Thou not planted with thy Hands
Hear, gracious Lord, my fervent Prayer
Hear me, O God, nor hide thy Face
Hear what the Lord in Vifion faid
He reigns; the Lord, the Saviour reigns
He that hath made his Refuge God
Hofanna! praife the Lord, and bless

How bleft the Man, how fafe from Harm
How bleft the Sight, the Joy how sweet
How great is the Meffiah's Joy

How long wilt Thou conceal thy Face
How did my Heart rejoice to hear
How fast their Guilt and Sorrows rife

How glows with grateful Love my Breaft

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Lord, I am thine, but Thou witt prove
Lord, I am vile, conceiv'd in Sin
Lord, I efteem thy Judgments right
Lord, I have made thy Word my Choice
Lord, in the Morning Thou shalt hear
Lord of the Worlds above

Lord, fince in my advancing Age

Lord, Thou hast call'd thy Grace to mind

Lord, Thou haft heard thy Servant cry

Lord, Thou hast fearch'd and feen me through

Lord, Thou wilt hear me when I pray

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Lord, 'tis a pleafant Thing to ftand
Lord, we have heard thy Works of old
Lord, what a thoughtless Wretch was I
Lord, what is Man, poor feeble Man
Lord, when I count thy Mercies o'er
Lord, when Thou didft afcend on high
Lord, when this Vine in Canaan grew
Lord, where fhall guilty Souls retire
Lord, who's the happy Man that may

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Maker of All, at thy Command
May God his fav'ring Ear incline
Mine Eyes and my Defire
My God, accept my early Vows

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My God, confider my Distress

O blefs the Lord, my Soul
come, loud Anthems let us fing
O for a Shout of facred Joy
Of Justice and of Grace I fing
O God, my Heart is fix'd, is bent
O God, my Heart is fully bent

God my Refuge, hear my Cries
God of Grace and Righteoufnefs.
God of Hofts, the mighty Lord
God, our Help in Ages paft
O God, to whom Revenge belongs.
O happy Man, whofe Soul is fill'd
O hear my Voice, All-potent Sire
O help me, Lord, for few I fee
O how bleft the Man whofe Ear
O how I love thy holy Law

Ifrael's Father and his God

O let me not, Almighty Friend
O Lord, how many are my Foes
O Lord, our God, how wondrous great
O Lord, the mighty God of Hofts
O Lord, thy Mercy (my fure Hope)
Once bleft with Peace, I boafting faid
Opprefs'd with Grief, in Exile loft
O praife the Lord, and thou, my Soul
O praife the Lord in that bleft Place
render Thanks, and blefs the Lord
O render Thanks to God above
O fave me, Lord, and to my Foes
O fpare me, Lord, nor o'er my Head
O fpare me, Lord, nor o'er my Head
O that the Lord would guide my Ways
O that thy Statutes ev'ry Hour
O Thou that hear'ft when Sinners cry
O Thou, the Hope of human Race
O Thou, whofe Grace and Justice reign
O Thou, whofe Hand has Ifrael led
O Thou, whose Justice reigns on high
Our Lord is rifen from the Dead

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Out of the Deeps of long Distress

O what a ftiff rebellious House

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Plead Thou my Caufe, Q. Lord :---My Foes-
Plung'd in a dark and dire Abyss
Praise the Lord, who reigns above
Praife the Lord, with hallow'd Mirth
Praise ye the Lord, exalt his Name
Praise ye the Lord, immortal Choir
Praife ye the Lord: O blissful Theme
Praife ye the Lord: 'tis good to raise
Preferve me, Lord, from crafty Foes
Preferve me, Lord, in Time of Need

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Sing to the Lord, exalt Him high

Sing to the Lord Jehovah's Name

Sing to the Lord fome new-taught Song

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Sing, ye Sons of Might, O fing

Songs of immortal Praife belong

Soon as I heard my Father fay

Sweet is the Mem'ry of thy Grace.

Sweet is the Work, my God, my King

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Teach me the Measure of my Days
Th' Almighty reigns exalted high
That Man is bleft who stands in Awe
The Earth for ever is the Lord's
The Earth and all her Fulness owns
Thee, Lord, their Refuge, Thee alone
Thee will I thank, and Day by Day
The God Jehovah reigns

The God of Jacob chofe the Hill

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The Heav'ns declare thy Glory, Lord
The joyful Morn, my Ged, is come

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The King of Saints, how fair his Face