ADAM, our father and our head All bail the great Immanuel's name All ye that pass by And are we wretches yet alive And have I, Christ, no love to thee Angels, roll the rock away Another six days' work is done Assist us, Lord, thy name to praise Awake, my heart, arise, my tongue Awake, sweet gratitude, and sing Awhile remaind the doubtful strife BEFORE the great Jehovah's bar Begin, my tongue, some heav'nly theme Beyond the glittering starry skies Blood has a voice to pierce the skie Bury'd in shadows of the night CHIEF Shepherd of thy chosen sheep Christ's own soft hand shall wipe the tear Come, all harmonious tongues Come, dearest Lord, descend and dwell Come, divine Immanuel, come Come, guilty souls, and fly away Come, happy souls, approach your God Come, Holy Spirit, heav'nly Dove Come, ye that love the Lord Come, ye wretched souls, to Jesus DEAR Lord, though bitter is the cup Dear refuge of my weary soul Death cannot make my soul afraid Descend from heaven immortal Dove Did ever one of Adam's race Dost thou my profit seek
Hymn
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FAR from our thoughts, vain world be gone Firm as the earth thy gospel stands From evil secure, and its dread From thee, my God, my joys shall rise GIVE me the wings of faith to rise Grace, how exceeding sweet to those Great God, my Maker, and my King Great God of wonders! all thy ways Great God! what hosts of angels stand Guilty and vile before my God HAIL! mighty Jesus, how divine Hail, sov'reign love, that first began Hark! hark! the trumpet's sound Hark! the voice of love and mercy Head of the church triumphant Hence from my soul, sad thoughts be gone Hosanna to Jesus on high How great, how terrible that God How happy are we How pleasant, how divinely fair How shall the sons of men appear IN every trouble sharp and strong Iu God's own house pronounce his praise Inspirer and hearer of pray'r It is the Lord-enthron'd in light JESUS, at thy command Jesus, at whose supreme command Jesus, I love thy charming name . Jesus, my all, to heav'n is gone Jesus, my love, my chief delight Jesus, our Lord, ascend thy throne Jesus, our souls delightful choice Jesus shall reign where'er the sun KING of Salem, bless my soul LET every mortal ear attend Let party names no more Lift up your heads in joyful hope Lord, am I thine, entirely thine Lord, I cannot let thee go
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Lord of hosts, how lovely fair Lord, one thing we want
Lord, thou hast bid thy people pray Lord, we are vile, conceiv'd in sin Lord, with a griev'd and aching heart
MORTALS, awake, with angels join My captain sounds th' alarm of war My God, my life, my love My God, permit me not to be My God, permit my tongue My rising soul, with strong desires My soul, come meditate the day My soul, how lovely is the place
Now from the altar of our hearts Now may the Spirit's holy fire Now to the Lord, a noble song Now to the power of God supreme
OF all the joys we mortals know Of him who did salvation bring
O Jesus, our Lord
O Lord my God, whose sov'reign love.
O love divine, how sweet thou art O that I knew the secret place O the delights, the heav'nly joys. PREPARE, prepare, to meet thy God RAISE your triumphant songs Rejoice, the Lord is King
Rise, my soul, and stretch thy wings
SINNERS, the gladsome tidings hear Smitten on th' accursed tree
So fair a face bedew'd with tears Soldiers of Christ, arise
Sov'reign of life, before thine eye THE Lord Jehovah reigns
The Lord supplies his people's need
The Lord of earth and sky
The Sun of Righteousness appears Thee we adore eternal name
There is a fountain fill'd with blood There is a land of pure delight
This is the day the Lord hath made
Thy mercy, my God, is the theme of my song Though waves and storms go o'er my head Thou God of glorious Majesty!
'Tis finish'd, so the Saviour cried To God the only wise.
'Twas love that brought the Saviour down
VITAL spark of heav'nly flame.
WAIT, O my soul, thy Maker's will We sing his love who once was slain Welcome, sweet day of rest. What equal honours shall we bring What mean these jealousies and fears What various hind'rances we meet When all thy mercies, O my God When Jesus first, at heav'n's command When with my mind devoutly prest Who shall condemn to endless flames YE that in these courts are found Ye that pass by behold the man Ye wretched, hungry, starving poor Yonder-amazing sight!-I see
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