"author's own opinion may be taken, he esteems it "the greatest work that ever he has published, or "ever hopes to do, for the use of the churches."

March 31720.

TO FIND ANY HYMN BY THE FIRST LINE.

Note, The letters a, b, c, denote the first, second, or third Book; the figures direct to the Hymn.

A

ADORE and tremble, for our God,

Alas! and did my Saviour bleed,

All mortal vanities be gone,

And are we wretches yet alive,

And muft this body die,

And now the fcales have left mine eyes,
Arife my foul, my joyful pow'rs,
At thy command our dearest Lord,
Attend while God's exalted Son,
Awake my heart, arise my tongne,
Awake our fouls, away our fears,
Away from ev'ry mortal care,

B

Backward with humble fhame we look,
Begin my tongue some heav'nly theme,
Behold how finners difagree,

Behold the blind their fight receive,

Behold the woman's promis'd feed,

Behold the wretch whofe luft and wine,

Behold what wondrous grace,

Biefs'd are the humble fouls that fee,

Blefs'd be the everlasting God,

Blefs'd be the Father and his love,

c 26

Blefs'd is the man whofe cautious feet,

Blefs'd morning! whofe young dawning rays,
Blefs'd with the joys of innocence,

Blood has a voice that moves the skies,
Bright King of glory! dreadful God!
Broad is the road that leads to death,
Bury'd in fhadows of the night,
But few among the carnal wife,

C

Can creatures to perfection find,

b 170

Chrift and his crofs is all our theme,

Come all harmonious tongues,

a 119

b 84

D

Daughters of Sion come, behold,
Dear Lord! behold our fore distress,
Deareft of all the names above,
Death cannot make our fouls afraid,
Death may diffolve my body now,
Death! 't is a melancholy day,
Deceiv'd by fubtile fnares of hell,
Deep in the dust before thy throne,
Defcend from heav'n immortal Dove,
Do we not know that folemn word,
Down headlong from their native skies,
Dread Sov'reign! let my ev'ning fong,

E

Ere the blue heav'ns were ftretch'd abroad,
Eternal Sov'reign of the sky,

10

Eternal Spirit, we confess,

F

Faith is the brightest evidence,

B. H.

a 72

b 163

b 148 b 49

a 27

b 52

a 107

a 124 b 23

a 122

b 96 b 7

a 2 b 149 b133

a 120

35

Far from my thoughts vain world be gone,

b 15

03

61

From heav'n the finning angels fell,

b 97

8

From thee my God my joys fhall rife,

b 75

30

Great King of glory and of grace,
Great was the day, the joy was great,

b 159

b 144

H

Had I the tongues of Greeks and Jews,

a 134

Happy the church, thou facred place,

b 64

Happy the heart where graces reign,
Hark! from the tombs a doleful found,
Hark! the Redeemer from on high,
Hear what the voice from heav'n proclaims,
Hence from my foul fad thoughts be gone,