How helpless guilty nature lies
How keen the tempter's malice is
How long shall death the tyrant reign
How long shall earth's alluring toys
How lovely! how divinely sweet
How oft, alas! this wretched heart
How pleasing is the scene, how sweet
How precious is the book divine
How rich thy favours, God of grace
How soft the words my Saviour speaks
How sweet, how heavenly is the sight
How sweet the interview with friends
How sweet the name of Jesus sounds
How sweetly flowed the gospel sound
How vain a thought is bliss below
How various and how new

How welcome to the saints when pressed
Humble souls who seek salvation
I asked the Lord that I might grow
If human kindness meets return
If 'tis sweet to mingle where

I hear a sound that comes from far
I left the God of truth and light
I love the sacred book of God
I my Ebenezer raise

In all my Lord's appointed ways
Indulgent God! to thee I raise
Indulgent Sovereign of the skies
Infinite excellence is thine

In sleep's serene oblivion laid

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Jesus, my Lord, my chief delight

Jesus, my Saviour, and my God-Thou hast

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Jesus, my Saviour, and my God-Thy wondrous 155 Jesus, our soul's delightful choice

Jesus, O word divinely sweet

Jesus, the Lord, our souls adore

Jesus, the spring of joys divine
Jesus, thou fairest, dearest one
Jesus, thy blood and righteousness
Jesus, to thy great name we sing
Jesus, where'er thy people meet
Jesus, who passed the angels by

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Join all who love the Saviour's name
Joy is a fruit that will not grow
Keep silence all created things
Kind are the words that Jesus speaks
Kind guardian of my sleeping hours
Kindred in Christ, for his dear sake
Let all the just to God with joy.
Let all the lands with shouts of joy
Let avarice, from shore to shore
Let me with light and truth be blest
Let others boast their ancient line
Let party names no more

Let plenteous grace descend on those
Let saints below in concert sing
Let sinners boast of kindred joys
Let us sing the King Messiah
Let us with a gladsome mind
et Zion from the dust arise

Let Zion's watchmen all awake
Light of the Gentiles, thee I hail
Eight of those whose dreary dwelling
Like trees on Zion's sacred hill
Lo! clad in nature's bright array.
Lo! former scenes predicted once
Lo! he comes with clouds descending
Lo! on a narrow neck of land

Look down, O Lord! with pitying eye
Lord, at thy table I behold

Lord, didst thou die, but not for me
Lord, dismiss us with thy blessing-Bid us
Lord, dismiss us with thy blessing-Fill our
Lord God, omnipotent to bless

Lord, hast thou made me know thy ways
Lord, I cannot let thee go

Lord, I commit my soul to thee
Lord, if thou thy grace impart
Lord of hosts, how lovely fair
Lord of my life, inspire my song
Lord of the harvest, God of grace
Lord of the Sabbath, hear our vows
Lord of the world's majestic frame
Lord! there is a throne of grace
Lord, to thy bounteous care we owe
Lord, we come before thee now
Lord, when my thoughts delighted rove
Lord, when our raptured thought surveys
Lord, when we bend before thy throne
Lord, while around thy board we meet
Love divine, all love excelling
Love is the sweetest bud that blows
May the grace of Christ, our Saviour
Methinks the last great day is come
Mighty God, while angels bless thee
Morning breaks upon the tomb
Mortals awake; with angels join
My God, and is thy table spread
My God, how cheerful is the sound
My God, my Father, blissful name
My God, to thee my soul aspires.
My God, the covenant of thy love
My God, what silken cords are thine
My gracious Redeemer I love.

My Jesus! while in mortal flesh
My Saviour! let me hear thy voice
My Saviour! on Mount Calvary
My soul, praise the Lord

My soul to God its source aspires
My soul triumphant in the Lord

My soul, with all thy wakened powers
My soul, with joy attend

My soul, with sacred joy survey
My times of sorrow and of joy
Myriads of spirits round the throne
No strength of nature can suffice
Not all the nobles of the earth
No! 'tis in vain to seek for bliss
Not unto us, but thee alone
Now begin the heavenly theme
Now from the altar of our hearts.
Now let a true ambition rise
Now let my soul, Eternal King!
Now let our cheerful eyes survey
Now let our mourning hearts revive
Now let our souls on wings sublime
Now let the feeble all be strong
Now let the slumbering church awake
Now Lord! the heavenly seed is sown
Now may he who from the dead
Now may the God of peace and love
Now may the Spirit's holy fire
O'er the gloomy hills of darkness
Offended Majesty, how long
O for a closer walk with God
O for a heart to praise my God
O for a sweet inspiring ray
O for a thousand seraph tongues
O for a thousand tongues to sing
O for a view from Pisgah's top
O for one celestial ray
Often the clouds of deepest woe
O God, my Sun, thy blissful rays
O God of Bethel; by whose hand
O God, who didst thy will unfold.
O happy they who know the Lord
Oh: let thy Spirit in my heart
Oh! ye immortal throng

On wings of faith, mount up, my soul, and rise

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O spirit of the living God

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O that the Lord indeed

O that I knew the secret place

O thou, before whose gracious throne
O thou my light, my life, my joy
O thou, my soul, forget no more

O thou that hearest ! let our prayer
Our country is Emmanuel's ground
Our Father high enthroned above
Our Heavenly Father calls

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Our Lord is risen from the dead

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Peace! 'tis the Lord Jehovah's hand
Permit me, Lord, to seek thy face
Poor, weak and worthless though I am
Praise God from whom all blessings flow
Praise the Redeemer, almighty to save
Praise the Saviour, all ye nations
Praise to thee, thou great Creator
Praise to the Lord of boundless might
Praise to thy name, Eternal God
Prayer can mercy's door unlock
Prayer is the soul's sincere desire
Prophetic era! blissful day

Prostrate, dear Jesus, at thy feet
Rejoice, believer, in the Lord.

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