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P132a | Where shall we go to seek and find | | | | | | | |
P132b | No Sleep nor Slumber to his Eyes | | | | | | | |
P133a | Lo, what an entertaining Sight | | | | | | | |
P133b | Blest are the Sons of Peace | | | | | | | |
P133c | How pleasant 'tis to see | | | | | | | |
P134 | Ye that obey th' immortal King | | | | | | | |
P135a | Praise ye the Lord; exalt his Name | | | | | | | |
P135b | Great is the Lord, exalted high | | | | | | | |
P135c | Awake, ye Saints: To praise your King | | | | | | | |
P136a | Give Thanks to GOD, the sov'reign Lord | | | | | | | |
P136b | Give Thanks to GOD most high | | | | | | | |
P136c | Give to our GOD immortal Praise! | | | | | | | |
P138 | With all my Pow'rs of Heart and Tongue | | | | | | | |
P139a | Lord, thou hast search'd and seen me thro' | | | | | | | |
P139b | 'Twas from thy Hand, my GOD, I came | | | | | | | |
P139c | My GOD, what inward Grief I feel | | | | | | | |
P139d | In all my vast Concerns with Thee | | | | | | | |
P139e | When I with pleasing Wonder stand | | | | | | | |
P139f | Lord, when I count thy Mercies o'er | | | | | | | |
P141 | My God, accept my early Vows | | | | | | | |
P142 | To GOD I made my Sorrows known | | | | | | | |
P143 | My righteous Judge, my gracious GOD | | | | | | | |
P144a | For ever blessed be the Lord | | | | | | | |
P144b | Lord, what is Man, poor feeble Man | | | | | | | |
P144c | Happy the City, where their Sons | | | | | | | |
P144d | My GOD, my King, thy various Praise | | | | | | | |
P145a | Long as I live I'll bless thy Name | | | | | | | |
P145b | Sweet is the Mem'ry of thy Grace | | | | | | | |
P145c | Let ev'ry Tongue thy Goodness speak | | | | | | | |
P146a | Praise ye the Lord, my Heart shall join | | | | | | | |
P146b | I'll praise my Maker with my Breath | | | | | | | |
P147a | Praise ye the Lord: 'Tis good to raise | | | | | | | |
P147b | O Britain, praise thy mighty GOD | | | | | | | |
P147c | With Songs and Honours sounding loud | | | | | | | |
P148a | Ye Tribes of Adam, join | | | | | | | |
P148b | Loud Hallelujahs to the Lord | | | | | | | |
P148c | Let ev'ry Creature join | | | | | | | |
P149 | All ye that love the Lord, rejoice | | | | | | | |
P150 | In God's own House pronounce his Praise | | | | | | | |
I.I | Behold the Glories of the Lamb | | | | | | | |
I.II | E'er the blue Heav'ns were stretch'd abroad | | | | | | | |
I.III | Behold the Grace appears | | | | | | | |
I.V | Naked as from the Earth we came | | | | | | | |
I.VI | Great God, I own thy Sentence just | | | | | | | |
I.VII | Let ev'ry mortal Ear attend | | | | | | | |
I.VIII | How honourable is the Place | | | | | | | |
I.IX | In vain we lavish out our Lives | | | | | | | |
I.X | How beauteous are their Feet | | | | | | | |
I.XI | There was an Hour when Christ rejoic'd | | | | | | | |
I.XII | Jesus the Man of constant Grief | | | | | | | |
I.XIII | The Lands that long in Darkness lay | | | | | | | |
I.XIV | Who shall the Lord's Elect condemn? | | | | | | | |
I.XV | Let me but hear my Saviour say | | | | | | | |
I.XVI | Hosanna to the Royal Son | | | | | | | |
I.XVII | O for an over-coming Faith | | | | | | | |
I.XVIII | Hear what the Voice from Heav'n proclaims | | | | | | | |
I.XIX | Lord, at thy Temple we appear | | | | | | | |
I.XX | Awake my Heart, arise my Tongue | | | | | | | |
I.XXI | Lo, what a glorious Sight appears | | | | | | | |
I.XXIV | In vain the wealthy Mortals toil | | | | | | | |
I.XXV | All mortal Vanites, be gone | | | | | | | |
I.XXVI | Blest be the Everlasting God | | | | | | | |
I.XXVII | Death may dissolve my Body now | | | | | | | |
I.XXVIII | What mighty Man, or mighty God | | | | | | | |
I.XXIX | I lift my Banner, saith the Lord | | | | | | | |
I.XXX | In thine own Ways, O God of Kove | | | | | | | |
I.XXXII | Whence do our mournful Thoughts arise? | | | | | | | |
I.XXXIX | Now shall my inward Joys arise | | | | | | | |
I.XL | What happy Men, or Angels, these | | | | | | | |
I.XLI | These glorious Minds, how bright they shine! | | | | | | | |
I.XLII | Adore and tremble, for our God | | | | | | | |
I.XLV | See where the great incarnate God | | | | | | | |
I.XLVIII | Awake, our Souls, away our Fears | | | | | | | |
I.XLIX | How strong thine Arm is, mighty God! | | | | | | | |
I.L | Now be the God of Israel blest | | | | | | | |
I.LI | To God the only Wise | | | | | | | |
I.LII | 'Twas the Commission of our Lord | | | | | | | |
I.LIII | God, who in various Methods told | | | | | | | |
I.LIV | Jesus, we bless thy Father's Name | | | | | | | |
I.LV | When we are rais'd from deep Distress | | | | | | | |
I.LVI | We sing the Glories of thy Love | | | | | | | |
I.LVII | Backward with humble Shame we look | | | | | | | |
I.LVIII | Let mortal Tongues attempt to sing | | | | | | | |
I.LIX | In Gabriel's Hand a mighty Stone | | | | | | | |
I.LX | Our Souls shall magnify the Lord | | | | | | | |
I.LXI | Now to the Lord, that makes us know | | | | | | | |
I.LXII | Come, let us join our chearful Songs | | | | | | | |
I.LXIII | What equal Honours shall we bring | | | | | | | |
I.LXIV | Behold what wond'rous Grace | | | | | | | |
I.LXV | Let the Sev'nth Angel sound on high | | | | | | | |
I.LXVI | Let him embrace my Soul, and prove | | | | | | | |
I.LXVII | Thou, whom my Soul admires above | | | | | | | |
I.LXVIII | Behold the Rose of Sharon here | | | | | | | |
I.LXIX | The Voice of my Beloved sounds | | | | | | | |
I.LXX | Hark! the Redeemer, from on high | | | | | | | |
I.LXXI | Often I seek my Lord by Night | | | | | | | |
I.LXXII | Daughters of Sion, come, behold | | | | | | | |
I.LXXIII | Kind is the Speech of Christ our Lord | | | | | | | |
I.LXXIV | We are a Garden wall'd around | | | | | | | |
I.LXXV | The wond'ring World enquires to know | | | | | | | |