INDEX TO SUPPLEMENT.

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Adam, our father and our head
All hail 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 remain'd 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 skies
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

42
119
114
21
94
87
103
101
74
88
127
53
32
18
65
37
132
14
64
17
66
12
30
20
39
10
96
100
134
63
29
126

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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
In 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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7
95
116
125
109

Hymn
102
112
122
16
93

85
98
22
15

1
83
47
2

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
NOT by the laws of innocence
Now begin the heav'nly theme
Now for a tune of lofty praise
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 bis people's need

92
105
41
61

5
34
11

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44
50
115
78
24
84
31
25
59
40
38
54

26

124

67
133
58
36

109

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4
110
118
19
79
35
49

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.L'
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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75
52

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45
82
104
128

56
131
77

62
106
86

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