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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.I-I.CXIV
I.CXV-II.LXIV
II.LXV-II.CLXIV
II.CLXV-III.XLV
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I.CXV
Lord, how secure my conscience was
I.CXVI
Thus saith the first, the great command
I.CXVII
Behold the potter and the clay
I.CXVIII
The law by Moses came
I.CXIX
Christ and his cross is all our theme
I.CXX
Faith is the brightest evidence
I.CXXI
Thus saith the mercy of the Lord
I.CXXII
Do we not know that solemn word
I.CXXIII
Behold the wretch whose lust and wine
I.CXXIV
Deep in the dust before thy throne
I.CXXV
With joy we meditate the grace
I.CXXVI
Not diff'rent food, nor diff'rent dress
I.CXXVII
Come hither, all ye weary souls
I.CXXVIII
Go preach my gospel (saith the Lord)
I.CXXIX
Saints at your heav'nly Father's word
I.CXXX
Now by the bowels of my God!
I.CXXXI
Behold how sinners disagree
I.CXXXII
So let our lips and lives express
I.CXXXIII
Let pharisees of high esteem
I.CXXXIV
Had I the tongues of Greeks and Jews
I.CXXXV
Come dearest Lord, descend and dwell
I.CXXXVI
God is a Spirit, just and wise
I.CXXXVII
Now to the pow'r of God Supreme
I.CXXXVIII
Firm as the earth thy gospel stands
I.CXXXIX
How oft have have sin and Satan strove
I.CXL
Mistaken souls that dream of heav'n
I.CXLI
Who hath believ'd thy word
I.CXLII
Like sheep we went astray
I.CXLIII
As new-born babes desire the breast
I.CXLIV
Why should the children of a King
I.CXLV
Jesus, in thee our eyes behold
I.CXLVI
Go, worship at Immanuel's feet
I.CXLVII
'Tis from the treasures of his word
I.CXLVIII
With cheerful voice I sing
I.CXLIX
Join all the names of love and pow'r
I.CL
Join all the glorious names
II.I
Nature with all her pow'rs shall sing
II.II
My thoughts on awful subjects roll
II.III
Why do we mourn departing friends?
II.IV
Here at thy cross, my dying God
II.V
Lord, when my thoughts with wonder roll
II.VI
Once more, my soul, the rising day
II.VII
Dread Sov'reign, let my ev'ning song
II.VIII
Hosanna with a cheerful sound
II.IX
Alas! and did my Saviour bleed!
II.X
My soul forsakes her vain delight
II.XI
I send the joys of earth away
II.XII
The true Messiah now appears
II.XIII
Sing to the Lord, that built the skies
II.XIV
Welcome, sweet day of rest
II.XV
Far from my thoughts, vain world, be gone
II.XVI
Lord, what a heav'n of saving grace
II.XVII
Rise, rise, my soul, and leave the ground
II.XVIII
High on a hill of dazzling light
II.XIX
Let others boast how strong they be
II.XX
Why is my heart so far from thee
II.XXI
Let the old heathens tune their song
II.XXII
Terrible God, that reign's ton high
II.XXIII
Descend from heav'n immortal Dove
II.XXIV
When the great Builder arch'd the skies
II.XXV
My drowsy pow'rs, why sleep ye so?
II.XXVI
Lord, we are blind, we mortals, blind
II.XXVII
God! the eternal awful name!
II.XXVIII
Stoop down, my thoughts, that use to rise
II.XXIX
Jesus, with all thy saints above
II.XXX
Come, we that love the Lord
II.XXXI
Why should we start, and fear to die?
II.XXXII
How short and hasty is our life!
II.XXXIII
Raise thee, my soul, fly up, and run
II.XXXIV
Come, holy Spirit, heav'nly Dove
II.XXXV
Let them neglect thy glory, Lord
II.XXXVI
Well, the Redeemer's gone
II.XXXVII
Lift up your eyes to th' heav'nly seats
II.XXXVIII
Happy the heart where graces reign
II.XXXIX
Our days, alas! our mortal days
II.XL
Our God! how firm his promise stands!
II.XLI
Up to the field s where angels lie
II.XLII
My God, what endless pleasures dwell
II.XLIII
Now for a tune of lofty praise
II.XLIV
With holy fear and humbler song
II.XLV
Thy favours, Lord, surprise our souls!
II.XLVI
Up to the Lord, that reigns on high
II.XLVII
Now to the Lord a noble song!
II.XLVIII
How vain are all things here below!
II.XLIX
Death cannot make our souls afraid
II.L
Now let the Lord my Saviour smile
II.LI
Bright King of glory, dreadful God!
II.LII
Death! 'tis a melancholy day
II.LIII
Lord, what a wretched land is this
II.LIV
My God! the spring of all my joys
II.LV
Thee we adore, eternal name!
II.LVI
No, I shall envy them no more
II.LVII
Lord, how secure and bless'd are they
II.LVIII
Time! what an empty vapour 'tis!
II.LIX
Glory to God that walks the sky
II.LX
Praise, everlasting praise be paid
II.LXI
My soul, come, meditate the day
II.LXII
Sing to the Lord, ye heav'nly hosts
II.LXIII
Hark! from the tombs a doleful sound
II.LXIV
Happy the church, thou sacred place
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