Hymn.
Stop, poor sinners, stop and think, 43
Stretch'd on the cross, the Saviour dies, 110
Sure the blest Comforter is nigh,
Surrounded by a frightful gloom,
Sweet glories rush upon my sight,
Sweet peace of conscience, heavenly
Sweet the inoments, rich in blessing,
Sweet was the time when first I felt,
TEACH us, O Lord, the great concern, 78
Thankless, the prodigal receives,
That awful day will surely come,
That mighty angel to whose hand,
The billows swell, the winds are high,
The castle of the human heart,
The christian voyager strikes the rock,
The day is drawing nigh,
The day is past and gone,
The day, the gospel day draws near
The deluge at th' Almighty's call,
The eye of God is every where,
The flow'ry spring, at God's command, 523
The giddy world, with flattering tongue, 387
The God of my salvation lives,
The God who once to Israel spoke,
The grave is now a favor'd spot,
The happy in Jesus may sleep,
The joy that vain amusements give,
The Lord of life, the Saviour dies,
The Lord of light, tho' veil'd awhile,
The Lord on mortal worms looks down, 491
The Lord receives his highest praise,
The Lord will happiness divine
The Lord will not forget the grace,
The mighty flood that rolls along,
The mighty frame of glorious grace,
The moment a sinner believes,
The new-born child of gospel grace,
The night shall hear me raise my song, 513
The once-lov'd form now cold and dead, 574.
The prodigal, with streaming eyes,
The ransom'd spirit to her home,
There is a fountain fill'd with blood,
There is a God who reigns above,
There is a voice of sovereign grace,
The saints who now in Jesus sleep,
The Saviour calls, let every ear,
The Saviour, Oh, what endless charms,
The sinner's flattering dreams are fled,
The sovereign Father, good and kind,
The Spirit breathes upon the word,
The summer harvest spreads the field,
The time is short, the season near,
The trump of Israel's Jubilee,
The voice that bids us all repent,
The winter past, reviving flowers,
Thine earthly Sabbaths, Lord, we love,
This God is the God we adore,
Tho' in the earthly church below,
Thrice happy souls, who born of heaven, 275
Thro' all the changing scenes of life,
Thro' sorrow's night and danger's path, '582
Thro' this wide wilderness I roam,
Thy people, Lord, who trust thy word, 451
Thy presence, gracious God, afford,
'Tis a point I long to know,
'Tis quish'd, so the Saviour cried,
'Tis finish'd, the conflict is past.
'Tis first of all thyself to know,
'Tis hard from those we love, to go,
"Tis midnight—and on Olive's brow,
'Tis ours to sojourn in a waste,
"Tis past-the dreadful stormy night,
To-day, if ye will hear his voice,
To God I cried when troubles rose.
To-morrow, Lord, is thine,
To the cross where Jesus dies,
To whom, my Saviour, shall I go,
Trembling before thine awful throne,
UNHAPPY city, hadst thou known,
United prayers ascend to thee,
Unveil thy bosom, faithful tomb,
VAIN man, thy fond pursuits forbear,
WAIT, O my soul, thy Maker's will,
Weary of struggling with my pain,
"We've no abiding city here,"
Welcome, welcome, dear Redeemer,
Welcome, ye hopeful heirs of heaven,
Were once our vain desires subdued,
We wander in a thorny maze,
What is the thing of greatest price,
What jarring natures dwell within,
What must I do? the Jailor cries,
What shall the dying sinner do,
What sinners value I resign,
What think ye of Christ? is the test,
What, tho' the arm of conquering death, 296
What various hind'rances we meet,
When any turn from Zion's way,
When bending o'er the brink of life,
When blooming youth is snatch'd away, 573
When frowning death appears,
When gathering clouds around I view,
When I can read my title clear,
When I survey the wondrous cross,
When I the blest Redeemer see,
When Jesus bade me leave the world,
When Jesus dwelt in mortal clay,
When lowering clouds deform the sky, 349
When on the third auspicious day,
When night descends in sable guise,
When renovating grace begins,
When rising from the bed of death,
When the Eternal bows the skies,
When the poor leper's case I read,
When we with welcome slumber,
When will the happy trump proclaim,
When with my mind devoutly press'd,
Where are the dead? in heaven or hell, 592
Wherefore should man, frail child of
Where is my God? does he retire,
Where is now our boasted Saviour,
Where shall we sinners hide our heads? 170
While I to grief my soul gave way,
While life prolongs its precious light,
While Sinai roars, and round the earth,
While the heralds of salvation,
Whilst thee I seek, protecting Power,
Who but thou, Almighty Spirit,
Why should the christian waste in sighs, 554
Why sinks my weak desponding mind, 201
With cheerful voices rise and sing,
With conscious guilt and bleeding heart, 99
With grateful hearts and tuneful lays,
With kind compassion hear my cry,
With humble heart and tongue,
With reverend awe, tremendous Lord,
With tears of anguish, I lament,
World, adieu, thou real cheat,
YE angels, who stand round the
Ye dying sons of men,
Ye glittering toys of earth, adieu,
Ye hearts, with youthful vigor warm,
Ye humble souls, complain no more,
Ye lovely bands of blooming youth,
Ye messengers of Christ,
Ye mourning sinners, here disclose,
Ye saints, assist me in my song,
Ye servants of God,
Ye sons of men, with joy record,
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