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II.XXVI | Lord, we are blind, we Mortals, blind | | | | | | | |
II.XXVII | God! the eternal awful Name | | | | | | | |
II.XXVIII | Stoop down, my Tho'ts, 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 the 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 Fields 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 humble 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 blest 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 | | | | | | | |
II.LXV | When I can read my Title clear | | | | | | | |
II.LXVI | There is a Land of pure Delight | | | | | | | |
II.LXVII | Great God! how infinite art Thou! | | | | | | | |
II.LXVIII | Father, I long, I faint to see | | | | | | | |
II.LXIX | Begin my Tongue some heav'nly Theme | | | | | | | |
II.LXX | God of the Seas, thy thund'ring Voice | | | | | | | |
II.LXXI | The Glories of my Maker God | | | | | | | |
II.LXXII | Blest Morning, whose young dawning Rays | | | | | | | |
II.LXXIII | Hence from my Soul, sad Thoughts, begone | | | | | | | |
II.LXXIV | Is this the kind Return | | | | | | | |
II.LXXV | From Thee, my God, my Joys shall rise | | | | | | | |
II.LXXVI | Hosanna to the Prince of Light | | | | | | | |
II.LXXVII | Stand up, my Soul, shake off thy Fears | | | | | | | |
II.LXXVIII | When the first Parents of our Race | | | | | | | |
II.LXXIX | Plung'd in a gulph of dark Despair | | | | | | | |
II.LXXX | O the Almighty Lord | | | | | | | |
II.LXXXI | And now the Scales have left mine Eyes | | | | | | | |
II.LXXXII | Arise, my Soul, my joyful Pow'rs | | | | | | | |
II.LXXXIII | Thus saith the Ruler of the Skies | | | | | | | |
II.LXXXIV | Come, all harmonious Tongues | | | | | | | |
II.LXXXV | Why does your Face, ye humble Souls | | | | | | | |
II.LXXXVI | Our Sins, alas, how strong they be! | | | | | | | |
II.LXXXVII | How wond'rous great, how glorious bright | | | | | | | |
II.LXXXVIII | Salvation! O the joyful Sound! | | | | | | | |
II.LXXXIX | Hosanna to our conquering King | | | | | | | |
II.XC | How sad our State by Nature is! | | | | | | | |
II.XCI | O the Delights, the heav'nly Joys | | | | | | | |
II.XCII | Shout to the Lord, and let our Joys | | | | | | | |
II.XCIII | My God, my Life, my Love | | | | | | | |
II.XCIV | My God, my Portion, and my Love | | | | | | | |
II.XCV | Infinite Grief! amazing woe! | | | | | | | |
II.XCVI | Down headlong, from the native Skies | | | | | | | |
II.XCVII | From Heav'n the sinning Angels fell | | | | | | | |
II.XCVIII | My heart, how dreadful hard it is! | | | | | | | |
II.XCIX | Let the whole Race of Creatures lie | | | | | | | |
II.C | How full of Anguish is the Thought? | | | | | | | |
II.CI | When in the Light of Faith Divine | | | | | | | |
II.CII | No, I'll repine at Death no more | | | | | | | |
II.CIII | Come, happy Souls, approach your God | | | | | | | |
II.CIV | Raise your triumphant Songs | | | | | | | |
II.CV | And are we Wretches yet alive? | | | | | | | |
II.CVI | O if my Soul was form'd for Woe | | | | | | | |
II.CVII | That awful Day will surely come | | | | | | | |
II.CVIII | Come, let us lift our joyful Eyes | | | | | | | |
II.CIX | Lord, we adore thy vast Designs | | | | | | | |
II.CX | And must this Body die? | | | | | | | |
II.CXI | Zion rejoice and Judah sing | | | | | | | |
II.CXII | Great God, to what a glorious Height | | | | | | | |
II.CXIII | The Majesty of Solomon | | | | | | | |
II.CXIV | I sing my Saviour's wond'rous Death | | | | | | | |
II.CXV | High as the Heav'ns above the Ground | | | | | | | |
II.CXVI | How can I sink with such a Prop | | | | | | | |
II.CXVII | I cannot bear thy Absence, Lord | | | | | | | |
II.CXVIII | Blood has a Voice to pierce the Skies | | | | | | | |
II.CXIX | Laden with Guilt, and full of Fears | | | | | | | |
II.CXX | The Lord declares his Will | | | | | | | |
II.CXXI | The Law commands, and makes us know | | | | | | | |
II.CXXII | My God, permit me not to be | | | | | | | |
II.CXXIII | Away from ev'ry mortal Care | | | | | | | |
II.CXXIV | 'Tis not the Law of Ten Commands | | | | | | | |
II.CXXV | Life and immortal Joys are giv'n | | | | | | | |