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
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
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
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
Maker of All, at thy Command May God his fav'ring Ear incline Mine Eyes and my Defire My God, accept my early Vows
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
Out of the Deeps of long Distress
O what a ftiff rebellious House
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
Sing to the Lord, exalt Him high
Sing to the Lord Jehovah's Name
Sing to the Lord fome new-taught Song
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
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
The Heav'ns declare thy Glory, Lord The joyful Morn, my Ged, is come
The King of Saints, how fair his Face
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