CONTENTS.

III.-Addison, Tate, Doddridge, Kr.

CREATOR SPIRIT, BY WHOSE AID

C HOW ARE THY SERVANTS BLEST, O LORD

THE SPACIOUS FIRMAMENT ON HIGH

WHEN RISING FROM THE BED OF DEATH

6 GOD IS OUR REFUGE IN DISTRESS

'THE LORD ABOUNDS WITH TENDER LOVE

BLESS GOD, MY SOUL!-THOU, Lord, alone

'TO SION'S HILL I LIFT MY EYES

" WHAT SINNERS VALUE, I RESIGN

6 AND WILL THE JUDGE DESCEND

( LORD OF THE SABBATH, HEAR US PRAY

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Do not I love thee, O MY LORD?

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6 IN VAIN THE ERRING WORLD INQUIRES

'AH! WHY SHOULD THIS IMMORTAL MIND

· FATHER! WHATE'ER OF EARTHLY BLISS

6 FORGIVE, BLEST SHADE, THE TRIBUTARY TEAR

· FAR FROM THESE NARROW SCENES OF NIGHT

MY GOD, THE SPRING OF ALL MY JOYS

" THERE IS A LAND OF PURE DELIGHT

BEHOLD, WHAT WONDROUS GRACE

6 HOW SAD OUR STATE BY NATURE IS

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Wart.

IV. Bart, Wesley, Coplady, Kc.

'JESUS, WHILe he dwelt bELOW

COME, HOLY SPIRIT, COME

'OH!

FOR A GLANCE OF HEAVENLY DAY

PRAYER WAS APPOINTED TO CONVEY

6 COME, O THOU TRAVELLER UNKNOWN

6 O FOR A HEART TO PRAISE MY GOD

'JESUS, MY STRENGTH, MY HOPE

'I THE GOOD FIGHT HAVE FOUGHT

" CAUGHT BY THE ALMIGHTY HAND

6 GOD OF MY LIFE, HOW GOOD, HOW WISE

C HELP, LORD, TO WHOM FOR HELP I FLY

JESUS, REFUGE OF MY SOUL

THOU GOD OF GLORIOUS MAJESTY

'NO, I WOULD NOT ALWAYS LIVE

C SHALL FOOLISH, WEAK, SHORT-SIGHTED MAN

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SHRINKING FROM THE COLD HAND OF DEATH

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IN AGE AND FEEBLENESS EXTREME

Coplady. DEATHLESS PRINCIPLE, ARISE.

HAPPINESS! THOU LOVELY NAME

LORD, I FEEL A CARNAL MIND

6 WHEN LANGOUR AND DISEASE INVADE

Wesley. THOU HIDDEN LOVE OF GOD, WHOSE HEIGHT

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Comper.

OH! FOR A CLOSER WALK WITH GOD

FIERCE PASSIONS DISCOMPOSE THE MIND

FAR FROM THE world, o lorD! I FLEE

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" QUIET, LORD, MY FROWARD HEART

( ONE THERE IS, ABOVE ALL OTHERS

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Beddome.

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De Fleury.

Robinson.

Fawcett.

Guinn.

WAIT! O MY SOUL, THY MAKER'S WILL

6 DID CHRIST O'ER SINNERS WEEP

" YE ANGELS THAT STAND ROUND THE THRONE

" SWEET THE MOMENTS, RICH IN BLESSING

Aladan.

" HAIL THE DAY THAT SEES HIM RISE

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' THE LORD WILL COME! THE EARTH SHALL QUAKE

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6 THOU ART GONE TO THE GRAVE! BUT WE WILL

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NOT DEPLORE THEE

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6 TO CONQUER AND TO SAVE, THE SON OF GOD

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Marriott.

" A SAINT! OH WOULD THAT I COULD CLAIM

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" HOW SWEET SHALL BE THE INCENSE OF MY PRAYER

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Alrs. Bemans. * Leaves have their time to fall

C I HEAR THEE SPEAK OF A BETTER LAND

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