The spacious firmament on high

The time is short! the season near

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The voice of free grace cries, escape to the mountain 324

Thee, Father, we praise

There is a fountain fill'd with blood

There is a God, all nature speaks

There is a period known to God

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There's not an evil flies

Thine earthly Sabbaths, Lord, we love
This God is the God we adore

Tho' boundless your wants may appear

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Tho' troubles assail, and dangers affright

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Thou dear Redeemer, dying Lamb
Thou didst, O mighty God, exist

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Thou, who didst form the rolling spheres
Thou, who for sinners once wast slain
Through all the downward tracks of time
Through endless years thou art the same
Thus Agur breath'd his warm desire
Thus did the pious Abrah'm pray
Thus far my God hath led me on
Thus saith the Shepherd of the sheep

575

Thy mercy, my God, is the theme of my song

Thy ways, O Lord, with wise design,
'Tis a point I long to know
"Tis finish'd, the conflict is past
'Tis life to know the dying Lamb

'Tis my happiness below

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'Tis religion that can give

529

To-day the Saviour rose

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To Father, Son, and Holy Ghost

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To Father, Son, and Spirit, ever blest

701

To God the Father, God the Son

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To God the Father's throne

To God who chose us in his Son

To God who lives and reigns on high
To our Redeemer's glorious name
To praise the ever-bounteous Lord
To the eternal Three

To thee, my shepherd and my Lord
To thee, O Lord, my heavenly King
To thee our wants are known

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To thee who reign'st supreme above

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To thy great name, O Prince of peace

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To us a child is born from heaven-3d part

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Turn again, my daughters, turn

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'Twas fix'd in God's eternal mind

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"Twas in an hour when wrath prevail'd

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Twas Jesu's last and great command

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Twas not to make Jehovah's love

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UNCERTAIN how the way to find

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Uprising from the silent tomb

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mean these jealousies and fears

What mighty wonders faith has done
What tender pity, love, and care
What think you of Christ? is the test
What various hindrances we meet
When Abrah'm, full of sacred awe

When

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When at a distance, Lord, we trace
When blooming youth is snatch'd away
When death appears before my sight
When faith beholds the saints above
When faith presents the Saviour's death

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When first the God of boundless grace

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Who hath our report believ'd

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Whom shall I send the Father cries
Why do I thus complain

Why droops my soul with grief opprest

Why was unbelieving I

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Wisdom divine lifts up her voice
With heavenly pow'r, O Lord, defend
With joy, ye saints, attend, and raise
With my substance I will honor
in With radiant beams the sun arose
With transport, Lord, our souls proclaim
Would you win a soul to God

YE angels, who in glory reign

Ye angels, who stand round the throne
Ye burden'd souls, to Jesus come

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Ye careless professors who rest on your lees

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Ye fleeting charms of earth, farewell

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Ye glitt'ring toys of earth adieu

Ye hearts, with youthful vigor warm
Ye humble souls, complain no more
Ye humble souls, proclaim abroad
Ye messengers of Christ

Ye mothers, who with growing love

Ye mourning souls, dry up your tears

Ye saints exult in Jesu's name

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Ye saints of God, your voices raise

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Te saints, proclaim abroad

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Ye sin sick souls, draw near

Ye trembling souls, dismiss your fears
Ye virgin-souls, arise

Te wretched, hungry, starving poor
Yes, there are joys that cannot die
Yonder, amazing sight! I see
Your harps, ye trembling saints
ZACCHEUS climb'd the tree

Ye sin sick souls, dismiss your fears

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Ye tempted and try'd, to Jesus draw nigh

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CHORUSES.

GLORY be to God above, hal.
Glory, honor, praise, and pow'r
Great God, thy waiting servants bless
LET sects and names and parties fall
O PRAISE the Lord, ye saints
O'tis a sweet employ
PRAISE ye the Lord, hal.
Praise ye the Lord, the Saviour praise
SAINTS, with joy lift up your eyes
Shout, for the Lord, the Saviour's come
TH' immortal God for me hath dy'd
To Christ the Lord, let ev'ry tongue
To him that lives, but once was slain
YE saints, proclaim, in joyful strains

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