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Now to the Lord who built the skies
Now shall my inward joys arise
Now, Lord, once more ihy church dismiss
Now to our God let praises rise
Now let a true ambition rise
Now begin the heav'nly thrame
Now in the face of Jesus, we
Now blessing, honour, glory, praise

O AZURE vaults! O crystal sky
O bless the Lord, my soul
O blessed souls are ihey
O charity, thou heavenly grace
O come all ye sons of Adam and raise
O'er mountain tops the mount of God.
O Father of mercy
o for a shout of sacred joy
O for a thousand tongues to sing
O God, my sun, thy blissful rays
O God, my grateful soul aspires
O God of grace, before thy throne
O God my Father, I adore
O trappy church, celestial bride
O happy is the man wbo bears
Ob! source of uncreated light
O how shall words with equal warmth
O how delightful is the road
O Lord, our fathers oft have told
O Lord, our heav'nly King,
O Lord, my best desires fulfil
Old boary winter now has ceas'd his rag iog
O love, thou bottomless abyss
O my distrustful heart
One general song of praise arise
Oo Zion his most holy mount
O praise ye the Lord, prepare a new song
O praise ye the Lord
o thou, by whese all-bounteous hand
O thou, the wretched's sure retreat
O thou, whose scales the mountains weigh
() thou, whose power the mountains form'd
O thou, to whose all-searching sight
O'thou whose tender mercy hears
O'tis a lovely thing to see
Our Father, ihron'd above the sky
Our God, how firm his promise stands
Our heavenly Father calls
Out of the depths of sad distress
O Zion, tune thy voice

PARENT of good, thy works of might
Patience, O what a zrace divine

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Perpetual source of light and grace
Praise the Lord who reigns above
Praise to thee thou great Creator
Praise to the Lord of boundless might
Praise to God, the great Creator
Praise to God, immortal praise
Praise Nature's King, the God whose glory sbines
Praise ye the Lord, let praise employ
Precious bible, what a treasure
Prepare, th' appointed herald cried


REJOICE evermore with Angels above
Return, my roving heart, return
Rise my soul and stretch'thy wings
Rise every heart and every tongue
Rivers from Jesus flow

SALVATION, O the joyful sound
Searcher of hearts, before thy face
See Israel's gentle shepherd stand
See from the ark the mystic dove
See the bright monarch of the day
Send down thy blessing, gracious Lord
Shall we go on to sin
Shine forth, Eternal Source of light
Should famine o'er the mourning field
Shout, for the blessed Jesus reigos
Sing to the Lord a joyful song
Sing to the Lord Jehovah's name
Sing to the Lord ye distant lands
Sing, ye sons of wigbt, O sing
Sing to the Lord, who loud proclaims
So did the Hebrew prophet raise
So let our lips and lives express
Songs of immortal praise belong
Sons of men, behold from far
Soon will appear a brighter sky,
Strong is thine hand, Almighty King
Sleep, sleep to-day, tormenting cares-
Sweet is the work, my God, my King
Sweet is the mem'ry of thy grace
Sweet is the friendly voice that speaks

Teach me the measure of my days
Thanks for mercies past, receive
Tbat man is blest, who stands in awe
The depths of wisdom who can find
The gifts indulgent heaven bestows
The God Jehovab reigns
The joyful, happy day appears
The King of saints, how fair his face
The lofty pillars of the sky

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The heavens declare thy glory, Lord
The heavens declare thy glory, Lord
The Lord in Zion plac'd his name
The Lord is our Shepherd, our guardian and guide
The Lord our shepherd feeds his flock
The Lord of glory is iny light
The Lord, the Sov'reign King
The Lord my shepherd is.
The Lord in pow'r and wisdom reigns
The Lord on high proclaims
The Lord my pasture shall prepare
The Lord of glory reigns, he reigns on high
The rising morn, the closing day
The Prince of Peace is come
There is a fountain fill'd with blood
There is a land of pore delight
There is a glorious world on high
There is a house not made by hands
The rolling year, Almighty Lord
The Saviour calls, let every ear
The silent noon of night was past
These glorious minds, bow bright they shine
The trav'ller lost in night
The trifling joys this world can give
The thirsty earth receives the rain
Th' uplifted eye and bended knee
Th’unchangeable Jehovah saith
Th’ Almighty stoops to view the skies
They that have made their refuge God
Thine is the throne, beneath thy reign
This is the day the Lord of life
This God is the God we adore
This do in nem'ry of your friend
This is the fast the Lord doth choose
This is the day the Lord bath made
Tho' faint and sick, and worn away
Though perfect eloquence adorn'a
Thou art my portion O my God
Thou art, O God, the life and light
Thou great, all-knowing: present God
Thou who sitt'st enthroo'd above
Thou dear Redeemer, dying Lamb
Through all the changing scenes of life
Thus saith the first, the great command
Thus saith the high and Tofty one
Thus spake the Saviour when be sent
Thus the Eternal Father spake
Thy name, Almighty Lord
Thy word is like a beav’oly light
Thy mercies fill the earth, O Lord
Thy presence, Lord, gives pure delight
Thy name we extol, Jehovah our King
Thy goodness, Lord, our souls confess


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Thy benediction, Lord
Thy ways, O Lord, with wise design
Time wings our moments swift away
Tis good to praise Jehovah's pame
'Tis by thy strength the mountains stand
'Tis by the faith of joys to come
To our Almighty Maker God
To God I lift my eyes. S.M.
To Christ the son the Father spake
To bless thy chosen race
To God I lift my eyes. P.M.
To thee, my God, my heart shall bring
To thee, my God, my days are known
To God, its source, my soul aspires
To thee, O God, we homage pay
So Jesus lifted up on high
To wand'rers in the dismal road
To your Creator, God
To thee, O God, my thoughts ascend
To thee, O God! my prayer ascends
To praise the Lord, be our delight
Triumphant arch, that that fidi'st the sky

UPWARD we lift our eyes

V VITAL spark of beav'nly flame

We are the offspring of our God
We love the volume of thy word
Welcome, thou day of rest
Welcome the hope of Isr'el's race
What dazzling light is that which shines
What glorious tidings do I hear
What sudden glories did surprise
What wonders hath Jehovah wrought
What glory gilds the sacred page
What heav'nly wisdom has bestow'd
What is this within me burning
What works of wisdom, power and love
What thougb downy slumbers flee
What beauteous visions, clear and bright
When as returns this solemn day
When God descends with men to dwell
When my astonish'd eyes behold
When God would on the Gentiles rise
When I survey life's varied scene
When God reveal'd bis gracious name
When I survey this world
When marshallid on the nightly plain
When Israel through the desert pass'd
When will the eye-lids of that morn
When sipnners quit their wicked ways
When the blest comforter is nigh



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When the blest light of day declines
Wherefore should man, frail child of clay
Wherewith shall I approach the Lord
While God my Father's near
While with remorse and woe oppress’d
While thee I seek, protecting power
While thoughtless sinners choose
While here as wandering sheep we stray
While my Redeemer's near
Wbile shepherds watch'd their flocks by night
Who shall toward thy chosen seat
Why sinks my weak desponding mind
Why is my heart so cold
Why does your face, ye humble souls
Why should the servants of the Lord
Why thus dejected, O my soul
With extacy of joy
With sacred joy we lift our eyes
With joy we meditate the grace
With one consent let all the earth
With eye impartial Heav’n’s 'high King
With patient hope my God I sought

YE sons of men, with joy record
Ye servants of th' Almighty King
Ye servants of th’ Eternal King
Ye boundless realms of joy
Ye Angels that surround the throne
Ye weak inhabitants of clay
Ye subjects of the Lord preclaim
Ye holy souls, in God rejoice
Ye favour'd children of the Lord
Ye glitt'ring toys of earth, adieu
Ye nymphs of Solyma, begin the song
Ye humble souls, complain no more
Ye thirsty souls, approach the spring
Ye wretched, hungry, starving poor
Ye followers of the Prince of Peace
Ye heavy-laden, come repose
Ye realms below the skies
Ye servants of the Lord
Yet saith the Lord, if David's race

ZEAL is that pure and heavenly flame

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