A Collection of original and select hymns and spiritual songs: for the use of Christian societies

Publisher: Printed by Cady & Sells, New-London, 1807
Language: English
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II'll praise my Maker while I've breathPage Scan
IIWhat sound is this salutes mine earPage Scan
IIITo day if you will hear his voicePage Scan
IVAwak'd by Sinai's awful soundPage Scan
VCome, my soul, and let us try, For a little seasonPage Scan
VIAttend, ye children of your GodPage Scan
VIIAttend, ye saints, and hear me tellPage Scan
VIIII am a stranger here belowPage Scan
IXBacksliders, who your mis'ry feelPage Scan
XChrist is set on Zion's hillPage Scan
XIThe reason we love FriendshipPage Scan
XIIBy whom was David taughtPage Scan
XIIIYe happy souls, arisePage Scan
XIVRemember, sinful youth, you must diePage Scan
XVThe voice of Free Grace, cries escape to the mountain Page Scan
XVIEncouraged by thy word Page Scan
XVIIWhen Paul was parted from his friends Page Scan
XVIIICome on, my fellow pilgrims, come Page Scan
XIXSweet was the time when first I feltPage Scan
XXStop, poor sinner, stop and thinkPage Scan
XXICome, all who are new-lights indeedPage Scan
XXIINow we are met in holy fearPage Scan
XXIIIDear Saviour, we rejoice to hearPage Scan
XXIVO with what pleasure we beholdPage Scan
XXVHow lost was my conditionPage Scan
XXVIChildren of the heavenly KingPage Scan
XXVIIHumble souls, who seek salvationPage Scan
XXVIIIIn Jordan's tide the Baptist standsPage Scan
XXIXYoung converts on the banksPage Scan
XXXO ye blood-wash'd ransom'd sinnersPage Scan
XXXIThese honour'd saints, redeem'd by bloodPage Scan
XXXIIMercy, O thou son of DavidPage Scan
XXXIIIO when shall I see Jesus Page Scan
XXXIVPrecious Bible! what a treasurePage Scan
XXXVThrough tribulation's deepPage Scan
XXXVIO God, my heart with love inflamePage Scan
XXXVIIJesus, at thy commandPage Scan
XXXVIIIYe Saints, attend the Saviour's voicePage Scan
XXXIXProfessed foll'wers of the LambPage Scan
XLI know that my Redeemer livesPage Scan
XLISee how the mounting sunPage Scan
XLIICome, all ye Christian PilgrimsPage Scan
XLIIII'm glad I ever saw the dayPage Scan
XLIVIs there any body here like leprous NnamanPage Scan
XLVListed into the cause of sinPage Scan
XLVICome all ye mourning pilgrimsTextPage Scan
XLVIII ask'd the Lord that I might growPage Scan
XLVIIIAngels roll the rock awayPage Scan
XLIXNow the Saviour stands a pleadingPage Scan
LBrethren, I bid you all farewellPage Scan
LIJesus, and shall it ever be Page Scan
LIIAlas! and did my Saviour bleedPage Scan
LIIIO blessed souls are they Page Scan
LIVSing the dear Saviour's glorious fame Page Scan
LVAssist my soul, my heav'nly KingPage Scan
LVIThat glorious day is drawing nighPage Scan
LVIIO what a wretched sinner, LordPage Scan
LVIIIFarewell, vain world, I bid adieuPage Scan
LIXO what a cruel wretch am I Page Scan
LXCome think on death and judgementPage Scan
LXIAm I indeed born from abovePage Scan
LXIIJerusalem, my happy homePage Scan
LXIIIIs this unpleasing cup now given Page Scan
LXIVMore than ten years have roll'd awayPage Scan
LXVFarewell my brethren, all farewellPage Scan
LXVILord, dismiss us with thy blessingPage Scan
LXVIIHere in the presence of our GodPage Scan
LXVIIISinners, behold the Saviour standsPage Scan
LXIXSaviour I do feel thy meritPage Scan
LXXAll hail! the great Immanuel's namePage Scan
LXXIAwake, and sing the songPage Scan
LXXIIThe tree of life, my soul hath seenPage Scan
LXXIIIDo we not know that solemn wordPage Scan
LXXIVElection what a glorious planPage Scan
LXXVO What a state my soul is inPage Scan
LXXVICome, ye sinners, poor and wretchedPage Scan
LXXVIIThe Lord into his garden comesPage Scan
LXXVIIII sing a Song which doth belong
LXXIXWe've found the Rock the travellers cry'dPage Scan
LXXXWand'ring pilgrims, mouring ChristiansPage Scan
LXXXIWhat various hindrances we meet Page Scan
LXXXIIWhat good news the angels bringPage Scan
LXXXIIIBrethren sing, 'tis right you shouldPage Scan
LXXXIVO tell me no more of this world's vain storePage Scan
LXXXVNations attend, let ev'ry mortal hearPage Scan
LXXXVI'Gainst thee, thou holy, just, and wisePage Scan
LXXXVIIJesus grant us all a blessingPage Scan
LXXXVIIIYe humble souls that seek the LordPage Scan
LXXXIXYe glittering toys of earth adieuPage Scan
XCProclaim, saith Christ, my wondrous gracePage Scan
XCIBold wretch indeed! that dares presumePage Scan
XCIIA Soldier, Lord thou hast me madePage Scan
XCIIII, Jesus, am ascended highPage Scan
XCIVHo if ye pilgrims bePage Scan
XCVJoin all who love the Saviour's namePage Scan
XCVICome all ye mourning soulsPage Scan
XCVII'Mong all the priests of Jewish race Page Scan
XCVIIIThe day is past and gonePage Scan
XCIXFarewell, dear friends, I must be gonePage Scan
CEternal Spirit! we confessPage Scan

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