Hymns and Spiritual Songs, in Three Books: I. collected from the scriptures, II. composed on divine subjects, III. prepared for the Lord's Supper

Editor: I. Watts, D. D.
Publisher: Brynberg and Andrews (Printer), Wilmington, [Del.], 1793
Language: English
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I.IBehold the glories of the LambTextPage Scan
I.IIEre the blue heavens were stretched abroadTextPage Scan
I.IIIBehold the grace appearsTextPage Scan
I.VNaked as from the earth we cameTextPage Scan
I.VIGreat God, I own thy sentence justTextPage Scan
I.VIILet every mortal ear attendTextPage Scan
I.VIIIHow honourable is the placeTextPage Scan
I.IXIn vain we lavish out our livesTextPage Scan
I.XHow beauteous are their feetTextPage Scan
I.XIThere was an hour when Christ rejoic'dTextPage Scan
I.XIIJesus, the man of constant griefTextPage Scan
I.XIIIThe lands that long in darkness layTextPage Scan
I.XIVWho shall the Lord's elect condemnTextPage Scan
I.XVLet me but hear my Saviour sayTextPage Scan
I.XVIHosanna to the royal SonTextPage Scan
I.XVIIO for an overcoming faithTextPage Scan
I.XVIIIHear what the voice from heav'n proclaimsTextPage Scan
I.XIXLord, at thy temple we appearTextPage Scan
I.XXAwake. my heart, arise my tongueTextPage Scan
I.XXILo, what a glorious sight appearsTextPage Scan
I.XXIVIn vain the wealthy mortals toilTextPage Scan
I.XXVAll mortal vanities be goneTextPage Scan
I.XXVIBless'd be the everlasting GodTextPage Scan
I.XXVIIDeath may dissolve my body nowTextPage Scan
I.XXVIIIWhat mighty man, or mighty GodTextPage Scan
I.XXIXI lift my banner (saith the Lord)TextPage Scan
I.XXXIn thine own ways, O God of loveTextPage Scan
I.XXXIIWhence do our mournful thoughts arise?TextPage Scan
I.XXXIXNow shall my inward joys ariseTextPage Scan
I.XLWhat happy men, or angels, theseTextPage Scan
I.XLIThese glorious minds, how bright they shineTextPage Scan
I.XLIIAdore and tremble, for our GodTextPage Scan
I.XLVSee where the great incarnate GodTextPage Scan
I.XLVIIIAwake, our souls (away our fearsTextPage Scan
I.XLIXHow strong thine arm is, mighty GodTextPage Scan
I.LNow be the God of Isr'el bless'dTextPage Scan
I.LITo God the only wiseTextPage Scan
I.LII'Twas the commission of our LordTextPage Scan
I.LIIIGod, who in various methods toldTextPage Scan
I.LIVJesus, we bless thy Father's nameTextPage Scan
I.LVWhen we are rais'd from deep distressTextPage Scan
I.LVIWe sing the glories of thy loveTextPage Scan
I.LVIIBackward with humble shame we lookTextPage Scan
I.LVIIILet mortal tongues attempt to singTextPage Scan
I.LIXIn Gabriel's hand a mighty stoneTextPage Scan
I.LXOur souls shall magnify the LordTextPage Scan
I.LXINow to the Lord, that makes us knowTextPage Scan
I.LXIICome, let us join our cheerful songsTextPage Scan
I.LXIIIWhat equal honours shall we bringTextPage Scan
I.LXIVBehold what wondrous graceTextPage Scan
I.LXVLet the seventh angel sound on highTextPage Scan
I.LXVILet him embrace my soul and proveTextPage Scan
I.LXVIIThou whom my soul admires aboveTextPage Scan
I.LXVIIIBehold the Rose of Sharon hereTextPage Scan
I.LXIXThe voice of my beloved soundsTextPage Scan
I.LXXHark! the Redeemer from on highTextPage Scan
I.LXXIOften I seek my Lord by nightTextPage Scan
I.LXXIIDaughters of Sion, come, beholdTextPage Scan
I.LXXIIIKind is the Speech of Christ our LordTextPage Scan
I.LXXIVWe are a garden wall'd aroundTextPage Scan
I.LXXVThe wondering world inquires to knowTextPage Scan
I.LXXVIWhen strangers stand and hear me tellTextPage Scan
I.LXXVIINow in the gall'ries of his graceTextPage Scan
I.LXXVIIIWho is this fair one in distressTextPage Scan
I.LXXIXGod of the morning, at whose voiceTextPage Scan
I.LXXXThus far the Lord has led me onTextPage Scan
I.LXXXIMy God, how endless is thy love!TextPage Scan
I.LXXXIIShall the vile race of flesh and bloodTextPage Scan
I.LXXXIIINot from the dust affliction growsTextPage Scan
I.LXXXIVJehovah speaks, let Isr'el hearTextPage Scan
I.LXXXVThe Lord on high proclaimsTextPage Scan
I.LXXXVIHow should the sons of Adam's raceTextPage Scan
I.LXXXVIIThus saith the High and Lofty OneTextPage Scan
I.LXXXVIIILife is the time to serve the LordTextPage Scan
I.LXXXIXYe sons of Adam, vain and youngTextPage Scan
I.XCLo, the young tribes of Adam riseTextPage Scan
I.XCINow in the heat of youthful bloodTextPage Scan
I.XCIIShall wisdom cry aloudTextPage Scan
I.XCIIIThus saith the wisdom of the LordTextPage Scan
I.XCIVVain are the hopes the sons of menTextPage Scan
I.XCVNot all the outward forms on earthTextPage Scan
I.XCVIBut few among the carnal wiseTextPage Scan
I.XCVIIBury'd in shadows of the nightTextPage Scan
I.XCVIIIHow heavy is the nightTextPage Scan
I.XCIXVain are the hopes that rebels placeTextPage Scan
I.CNot to condemn the sons of menTextPage Scan
I.CIWho can describe the joys that riseTextPage Scan
I.CIIBless'd are the humble souls that seeTextPage Scan
I.CIIII'm not asham'd to own my LordTextPage Scan
I.CIVNot the malicious or profaneTextPage Scan
I.CVNor eye hath seen, nor ear has heardTextPage Scan
I.CVIShall we go on to sinTextPage Scan
I.CVIIDeceiv'd by subtil snares of hell TextPage Scan
I.CVIIINot with our mortal eyesTextPage Scan
I.CIXNo more, my God, I boast no moreTextPage Scan
I.CXThere is a house not made with handsTextPage Scan
I.CXILord, we confess our num'rous faultsTextPage Scan
I.CXIISo did the Hebrew prophet raiseTextPage Scan
I.CXIIIHow large the promise! how divineTextPage Scan
I.CXIVGentiles by nature, we belongTextPage Scan

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