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Hofanna to the Royal Son
Hofanna with a cheerful found
How are thy glories here difplay'd
How beauteous are their feet
How can I fink with fuch a prop
How condefcending, and how kind
How full of anguish is the thought
How heavy is the night
How honourable is the place

How large the promise, how divine
How oft have fin and Satan strove
How rich are thy provifions, Lord
How fad our ftate by nature is
How fhall I praife th' eternal God
How short and hafty is our life
How should the fons of Adam's race
How ftrong thine arm is, mighty God
How sweet and awful is the place
How vain are all things here below
How wond'rous great, how glorious, &c.
I CANNOT bear thine abfence, Lord
I give immortal praise

I hate the tempter and his charms
I lift my banner, faith the Lord
I love the windows of thy grace
I'm not asham'd to own my Lord
I fend the joys of earth away
I fing my Saviour's wond'rous death
Jehovah fpeaks, let Ifra'l hear
Jehovah reigns, his throne is high
Jefus, in thee our eyes behold

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Jefus, with all thy faints above
In Gabriel's hand a mighty stone
In thine own ways, O God of love
In vain the wealthy mortals toil
In vain we lavish out our lives
Infinite grief! amazing woe
Join all the glorious names

Join all the names of love and pow'r
Is this the kind return

Kind is the speech of Christ our Lord

LADEN with guilt, and full of fears
Let all our tongues be one

Let everlasting glories crown

Let ev'ry mortal ear attend

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Let God the Father live

Let him embrace my foul and live
Let God the Maker's name
Let me but hear my Saviour fay
Let mortal tongues attempt to fing
Let others boaft how strong they be
Let Pharifees of high esteem

Let the old Heathens tune their fongs
Let the feventh angel found on high
Let the whole race of creatures lie
Let the wild leopards of the wood
Let them neglect thy glory, Lord
Let us adore th' Eternal Word
Life and immortal joys are giv'n
Life is the time to ferve the Lord
Lift up your eyes to th' heav'nly feats
Like theep we went aftray
Lo, the young tribes of Adam rife
Lo, what a glorious fight appears
Lo, what an entertaining fight
Long have I fat beneath the found

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Lord, at thy temple we appear
Lord, how divine thy comforts are
Lord, how fecure and blefs'd are they
Lord, how fecure my confcience was
Lord, we adore thy bounteous hand
Lord, we adore thy vast designs
Lord, we are blind, we mortals blind
Lord, we confefs our num'rous faults
Lord, what a feeble piece.

Lord, what a heav'n of faving grace
Lord, what a thoughtless wretch was I
Lord, what a wretched land is this
Lord, when my thoughts with wonder roll
Loud hallelujahs to the Lord
MAN has a foul of vaft defires
Miftaken fouls, that dream of heav'n
My dear Redeemer and my Lord
My drowsy pow'rs, why fleep ye so
My God, how endless is thy love
My God, my life, my love

My God, permit me not to be

My God, the fpring of all my joys
My God, what endless pleafures dwell
My heart, how dreadful hard it is

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My foul forfakes her vain delight
My thoughts on awful fubjects roll

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My Saviour God, my Sovereign Prince

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Not all the blood of beafts

Not all the outward forms on earth
Not diff'rent food, or diff'rent drefs
Not from the duft affliction grows
Not the malicious or profane
Not to condemn the fons of men
Not to the terrors of the Lord
Not with our mortal eyes.
Now be the God of Ifra'l blefs'd
Now by the bowels of my God

Now for a tune of lofty praife

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Now in the gall'ries of his grace
Now in the heat of youthful blood
Now let a fpacious world arife
Now let our pains be all forgot
Now let the Lord my Saviour fmile
Now Satan comes with dreadful roar
Now fhall my inward joys arife
Now to the Lord a noble fong

Now to the Lord that makes us know
Now to the pow'r of God fupreme
O FOR an overcoming faith
O if my foul were form'd for wee
O the almighty Lord

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O the delights, the heav'nly joys
Often I feek my Lord by night
Once more, my foul, the rifing day"
Our days, alas! our mortal days
Our God, how firm his promife ftands
Our fins, alas! how ftrong they be.
Our fouls fhall magnify the Lord
Out fpirits join t' adore the Lamb
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Praife, everiafling praife be paid
RAISE thee, my foul, fly up and run

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We are a garden wall'd around
We blefs the prophet of the Lord

We fing the glories of thy love

We fing th' amazing deeds

Welcome, fweet day of rest

Well, the Redeemer's gone

What diff'rent pow'rs of grace and fin

What equal honours fhall we bring
What happy men or angels thefe
What mighty man, or mighty God
Whence do our mournful thoughts arife
When I can read my title clear.
When in the light of faith divine
When I furvey the wond'rous cross
When we are rais'd from deep diftrefs
When strangers ftand, and hear me tell
When the first parents of our race
When the great Builder ftretch'd, &c.
Where are the mourners, faith the Lord
Who can defcribe the joys that rise
Who has believ'd thy word
Who is this fair one in diftrefs
Who fhall the Lord's elect condemn
Why did the Jews proclaim their rage
Why does your face, ye humble fouls
Why do ye mourn, departing friends
Why is my heart fo far from thee
Why should the children of a King
Why should this earth delight us fo
Why should we ftart and fear to die
With cheerful voice I fing

With holy fear, and humble fong
With joy we meditate the grace
YE faints, how lovely is the place
Ye fons of Adam, vain and young
that obey th' immortal King
vrejoice, and Judah fing

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