Good High-prieft is come
Ah! lovely Appearance of
Alas! and did our Saviour bleed
All Glory to God, and Peace upon
All-wife, all-good, Almighty Lord
And are we Wretches yet alive
Array'd in mortal Flesh
Attend while God's eternal Son
Awake, and fing the Song
Awake, our Souls, away our Fears
Away from every mortal Care
Away with our Fears
Efore Jehovah's awful Throne
Begin my Tongue fome
Begin, ye Saints; the happy Song
Behold how Sinners difagree
Behold what woud'rous Grace
Be prefent at our Table, Lord
Bleffed are the Sons of God.
Blefs, O my Soul, the living God
Bleft are the Souls that hear and
Bleft be the dear uniting Love
Bleft be the Father and his Love
Bleft by Jefu's Providence
Bleft morning whofe young dawning
B'ood has a Voice to pierce the Skies
Blood of Jefu's Wounds, how good
Blow ye the Trumpet, blow
Brethren, let us join to bless
Brethren fing, 'tis right you fhou'd
Buried in Shadows of the Night
Hildren of Ifrael, fe what
Children of the heav'nly Kin g
Chrift from whom all Bleffings flow
Christ whofe Glory fills the Skies
Clap your Hands, ye People all
Come, all harmonious Tongues
Come, and let us fweetly join
Come, deareft Lord, defcend and
Come, defcend, O heav'nly Spirit
Come, divine Immanuel, come
Come, guilty Souls, and flee
Come, happy Souls, approach
Come, holy Ghost, our Hearts
Come, holy Spirit, heav'nly Dove
Come, let us adore
Come, let us afcend
Come, let us join our chearful Songs
Come, let us lift our joyful Eyes
Come, my Brethren, Ifrael's Race
Come, my Fathers Family
Come, my Soul, before the Lamb
Come, thou Almighty King
Com, thou long-expected Jefus
Come, we that Love the Lord
Come, worship at Immanuel's Feet
Come, ye Lovers of the Lamb
Come, ye Sinners, poor and wretched
Creator, Spirit, by whofe Aid
Father, Son and Spir't, hear
Firm as the Earth thy Gofpel ftands
For all the Bleffings of the Day
From all that dwell below the Skies
From thee, my G d, my Joys shall
Iver of Concord, Prince of
Give Thanks to God moft
Give to the Father Praife
Give us thy Strength, thou God
God of my Salvation, hear
Glory to our graci, us Donor
Grace, how exceeding fweet to
Guide me, O thou great Jehovah
Ail holy, holy, holy Lord
Hail the Day that fees him rife
Happy he who e'er believes
Happy the Heart where Graces
Happy the Man to whom 'tis
Hark! dull Soul, how every Thing
Hark! the herald Angels fing
Head of the Church Triumphant
He comes! he comes! the Judge
He dies! the Friend of Sinners dies
Hence, from my Soul, fad Thoughts
Hither ye poor, ye fick, ye
blind
He! every one that thirsts draw
Holy Lamb, who thee receive
Ho! Pilgrims (if ye Pilgrims be)
Hofannah to Jefus on high
Hofannah to our conqu'ring King
Hofannah to the Prince of Light
How can we adore
How condefcending, and how kind
How empty was our former Boaft
How glorious the Lamb
How heavy is the Night
Jefu, fhew us thy Salvation'
Jesu, thou doft cry aloud
Jefu, thy Blood and Righteousness
Jefus come, our dearest Jefus
Jefus I love thy charming Name
Jefus, Lord, we look to thee
Jefus my all to Heav'n is gone
Jefus, we blefs thy Father's Name
Jefus who died a World to fave
I'm not asham'd to own my Lord
If Jefus is yours
I know that my Redeemer lives
In every Trouble fharp and ftrong
Infinite Grief, amazing Woe
In filent Sadness, I'm condemn'd
Join all the glorious Names
Join all who love the Saviour's
Is there a Thing beneath the Sky
Is there a Thing that moves and
I've found the Pearl of greatest
I will lay me down to Sleep
ING of Saints, to whom are
Aden with Guilt, Sinners arife
Lamb of God, whofe bleeding
Let Angels and Archangels fing
Let every mortal Ear attend
Let God the Father live
Let them neglect thy Glory, Lord
Let us, the Sheep by Jefus named
Lift up your Eyes to th' Heav'nly
Lo he cometh! countless Trumpets
Long have we fat beneath the Sound
Lord, accept our feeble Praise
Lord, and God of heav'nly Powers
Lord, difmifs us with thy Bleffing
Lord, look on all affembled here
Lord, make me faithful to my call
Lord, of the Worlds above
Lord, thou haft bid thy People pray
Lord, we adore thy vaft Designs
Lord, we are vile, conceiv'd in Sin
Lord, we come before thee now
Lord, we would spread our fore
Lord, what a Heav'n of faving
Love brought down God's dear only
Love divine, all Love excelling
Loving Saviour, Prince of Peace
EET and right it is to fing
M Mercy, good Lord, Mercy
My Soul, repeat his Praise
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