Hymn.

The voice that bids us all repent,

The winter past, reviving flowers,

Thine earthly Sabbaths, Lord, we love,

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581

519

This God is the God we adore,

328

Thrice happy souls, who born of heaven,

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225

534

Thro' all the changing scenes of life,
Thro' Christ when we together came,
Thro' sorrow's night and danger's path,
Thro' this wide wilderness I roam,
Thy people, Lord, who trust thy word,
Thy presence, gracious God afford,
'Tis a point I long to know,

'Tis finish'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,
'fis 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 cry'd 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,

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NHAPPY city, hadst thou known, United prayers ascend to thee, Unveil thy bosom, faithful tomb,

VAIN man, thy fond pursuit forbear,

WAIT, O my soul, thy Maker's will,

Weary of struggling with my pain, "We've no abiding city here," Telcome, welcome, dear Redeemer, lcome, ye hopeful heirs of heaven,

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266

451

317

212

114

570

236

564

109

321

402

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116

408

97

52

447

568

591

147

357

422

360

417

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,

Hymn.

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546

75

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199

What think ye of Christ is the test,

140

What, tho' the arm of conquering death,

296

What various hindrances we meet,

286

When any turn from Zion's way,
When bending o'er the brink of life,
When blooming youth is snatch'd away,
When frowning death appears,

When gathering clouds around I view,
When I can read my title clear,

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186

274

When I survey the wondrous cross,

When I the blest Redeemer see,

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263

When Jesus bade me leave the world,
When Jesus dwelt in mortal clay,
When languor and disease invade,

When lowering clouds deform the sky,

When on the third auspicious day,
When night descends in sable guise,

When will the happy trump proclaim,
When with my mind devoutly press'd,
Where are the dead? in heaven or hell,
Wherefore should man, frail child of clay,
Where is my God? does he retire,
Where is now our boasted Saviour,
Where shall we sinners hide our heads?
While I to grief my soul gave way,
While life prolongs its precious light,
While Sinai roars, and round the earth,

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404

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While the heralds of salvation,
Whilst thee I seek, protecting Power,
Who but thou. Almighty Spirit,

Why should the christian waste in sighs,
Why sinks my weak desponding mind,
With cheerful voices rise and sing,
With conscious guilt and bleeding heart,
With grateful hearts and tuneful lays,
With humble heart and tongue,

With kind compassion hear my cry,

356

With reverend awe tremendous Lord,
With tears of anguish, I lament,

433

234

Ye sons of men, with joy record,

World, adieu, thou real cheat,

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Ye glittering toys of earth, adieu,

Ye hearts with youthful vigor warm,
Ye humble sols, 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,

Yes, we trust the day is breaking,

Ye, who in former days,

Ye wretched, hungry, starving poor,
Yonder, amazing sight! I see,

ZEAL is that pure and heavenly flame,

249

E angels, who stand round the throne,
Ye dying sons of men,

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56

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While the heralds of salvation,
Whilst thee I seek, protecting Power,
Who but thou. Almighty Spirit,

Why should the christian waste in sighs,
Why sinks my weak desponding mind,
With cheerful voices rise and sing,
With conscious guilt and bleeding heart,
With grateful hearts and tuneful lays,
With humble heart and tongue,

With kind compassion hear my cry,

356

With reverend awe tremendous Lord,
With tears of anguish, I lament,

433

234

Ye sons of men, with joy record,

World, adieu, thou real cheat,

VE angels, who stand round the throne,

Yre dying sous of men,

Ye glittering toys of earth, adieu,
Ye hearts with youthful vigor warm,
Ye humble sols, 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,

Yes, we trust the day is breaking,

Ye, who in former days,

Ye wretched, hungry, starving poor,
Yonder, amazing sight! I see,

ZEAL is that pure and heavenly flame,

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196

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