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1 | He comes! Jehovah comes to bless | | | | | | | |
2 | The morning dawns, celestial light | | | | | | | |
3 | Long have the infernal band | | | | | | | |
4 | In thy own church and kingdom, Lord | | | | | | | |
5 | To Jesus be praise for giving us light | | | | | | | |
6 | Behold the Lord in power arise | | | | | | | |
7 | Jesus, thou sun of love divine | | | | | | | |
8 | Behold the God of truth and might | | | | | | | |
9 | Full forty years was Israel led | | | | | | | |
10 | Come then, my soul, and learn the cause | | | | | | | |
11 | But while in desolation's night | | | | | | | |
12 | The state of conflict now is past | | | | | | | |
13 | By Egypt long enslav'd | | | | | | | |
14 | Israel shall own his name | | | | | | | |
15 | Almighty Lord, to thee we raise | | | | | | | |
16 | Come (saith the Lord) ye sons of men | | | | | | | |
17 | The holy city see | | | | | | | |
18 | Ye sons of God, your tongues employ | | | | | | | |
19 | Jehovah reigns the mighty Lord | | | | | | | |
20 | Pilgrims to Zion's city bound | | | | | | | |
21 | Behold our condescending Lord | | | | | | | |
22 | Jehovah Lord, and God alone | | | | | | | |
23 | Brethren, the Lord divinely wise | | | | | | | |
24 | Come then, my brethren, fear no ill | | | | | | | |
25 | Great God of heav'n, thy mighty hand | | | | | | | |
26 | When Jesus shed compassion's tear | | | | | | | |
27 | Now blessing, honour, glory, praise | | | | | | | |
28 | Great God, thy kingdom is begun | | | | | | | |
29 | Now Babylon of haughty pride | | | | | | | |
30 | How shall we praise thy dear-lov'd name | | | | | | | |
31 | Come, brethren, let us all enquire | | | | | | | |
32 | Dear Lord, our souls are all on fire | | | | | | | |
33 | Thy name, O Lord, be ever prais'd | | | | | | | |
34 | We travel through a barren land | | | | | | | |
35 | When by temptations sharp beset | | | | | | | |
36 | Jesus, friend, to sinners dear | | | | | | | |
37 | See slow and solemn move along | | | | | | | |
38 | Ye mourning souls, with grief oppress'd | | | | | | | |
39 | Ah! see that lifeless clay | | | | | | | |
40 | What blessings below we daily receive! | | | | | | | |
41 | Rejoice, ye happy souls rejoice | | | | | | | |
42 | Come, thou beloved faithful Lord | | | | | | | |
43 | But see her more internal state | | | | | | | |
44 | Lord, at thy sacred feet | | | | | | | |
45 | How vile by nature is the will | | | | | | | |
46 | While in this lower world we dwell | | | | | | | |
47 | Within thy holy temple, Lord | | | | | | | |
48 | Thou art my sun of love divine | | | | | | | |
49 | Brethren, behold your God | | | | | | | |
50 | Wouldst thou, my soul, to heav'n arise | | | | | | | |
51 | O happy! happy we | | | | | | | |
52 | We dwell amongst the sons of night | | | | | | | |
53 | The christian world, who own the name | | | | | | | |
54 | Jerusalem from heav'n descends | | | | | | | |
55 | For heav'n how many will pretend | | | | | | | |
56 | What forms are these that meet my eyes? | | | | | | | |
57 | If we would enter in | | | | | | | |
58 | What is this vile lump of clay that I wear? | | | | | | | |
59 | Tempted soul, and deeply tried | | | | | | | |
60 | Could I obtain my whole desire | | | | | | | |
61 | Hail, happy day, the type of rest | | | | | | | |
62 | The day of rest is nearly gone | | | | | | | |
63 | My soul, on wings of ardor rise | | | | | | | |
64 | But ah! what inward joys they prove | | | | | | | |
65 | Now say, ye happy spirits, say | | | | | | | |
66 | Jesus, my God, my only King | | | | | | | |
67 | Rejoice, ye saints, no longer mourn | | | | | | | |
68 | How negligent are we | | | | | | | |
69 | When true religion gains a place | | | | | | | |
70 | Is virtue here expos'd to snares | | | | | | | |
71 | Almighty Lord, thou just and true | | | | | | | |
72 | As we advance in wisdom's ways | | | | | | | |
73 | Would we obey Jehovah's call! | | | | | | | |
74 | 'Tis mercy bids us all forsake | | | | | | | |
75 | When will my ev'ry fear | | | | | | | |
76 | 'Tis surely good for me | | | | | | | |
77 | But now a cheering beam | | | | | | | |
78 | Dear Lord, thou hast reveal'd thy love | | | | | | | |
79 | Now let me all my powers raise | | | | | | | |
80 | We read the holy word with joy | | | | | | | |
81 | And why should we refuse to raise | | | | | | | |
82 | Thou God of mercy, loving, kind | | | | | | | |
83 | How sweet the minutes roll | | | | | | | |
84 | How busy mortals prove! | | | | | | | |
85 | Rise, ev'ry heart and ev'ry tongue | | | | | | | |
86 | Is God in glory come again? | | | | | | | |
87 | He comes again in pow'r array'd | | | | | | | |
88 | Be warn'd my soul, and shun | | | | | | | |
89 | Say, is the human mind | | | | | | | |
90 | To thee, my God and friend | | | | | | | |
91 | Rise, holy, happy christian, rise | | | | | | | |
92 | How charming the subject I sing | | | | | | | |
93 | But O, how enchanting this tie! | | | | | | | |
94 | Come ye who dwell in Babel's land | | | | | | | |
95 | O how shall we adore that name | | | | | | | |
96 | The cross of Jesus is my prize | | | | | | | |
97 | O for an humble mind | | | | | | | |
98 | Tho' glorious is the Lord | | | | | | | |
99 | Ye thoughtless race of life profane | | | | | | | |
100 | But O, how peaceful is the soul | | | | | | | |