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The Psalmody: a collection of hymns for public and social worship

Publisher: Freewill Baptist Printing Establishment, Dover, N.H., 1853
Denomination: Free Will Baptists
Language: English
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1101Spirit, leave thy house of clayPage Scan
1102Jesus, the vision of thy facePage Scan
1103Vital spark of heavenly flamePage Scan
1104Asleep in Jesus! blessed sleepPage Scan
1105Go, spirit of the sainted deadPage Scan
1106How blest the righteous when he dies!Page Scan
1107I looked upon the righteous manPage Scan
1108Hear what the voice from heaven proclaimsPage Scan
1109This place is holy groundPage Scan
1110Dear as thou wast, and justly dearPage Scan
1111Lift not thou the wailing voicePage Scan
1112Why do we mourn departing friendsPage Scan
1113Cease, ye mourners, cease to languishPage Scan
1114Unveil thy bosom, faithful tombPage Scan
1115The grave is now a favored spotPage Scan
1116There is a calm for those who weepPage Scan
1117Thou art gone to the grave; but we will not deplore theePage Scan
1118Brother, though from yonder skyPage Scan
1119Brother, rest from sin and sorrowPage Scan
1120Brother, thou art gone to restPage Scan
1121Sister, thou wast mild and lovelyPage Scan
1122Life is a span--a fleeting hourPage Scan
1123So fades the lovely, blooming flowerPage Scan
1124As vernal flowers perfume the mornPage Scan
1125When blooming youth is snatched awayPage Scan
1126What though the arm of conquering DeathPage Scan
1127Pastor, thou art from us takenPage Scan
1128Go to the grave in all thy glorious primePage Scan
1129Father, gathered round the bierPage Scan
1130Servant of God, well donePage Scan
1131Weep not for the saint that ascendsPage Scan
1132All nature dies, and lives againPage Scan
1133And must this body die?Page Scan
1134Blest be the everlasting GodPage Scan
1135Why should our mourning thoughts delightPage Scan
1136When the last trumpet's awful voicePage Scan
1137Shall man, O God of life and lightPage Scan
1138How long shall Death, the tyrant, reignPage Scan
1139Through sorrow's night, and danger's pathPage Scan
1140When God is nigh, my faith is strongPage Scan
1141That awful day will surely comePage Scan
1142In the sun, and moon, and starsPage Scan
1143The Lord will come, the earth shall quakePage Scan
1144The angel comes; he comes to reapPage Scan
1145Sinners, take the friendly warningPage Scan
1146And will the Judge descend?Page Scan
1147The day approaches, O my soulPage Scan
1148Hark! that shout of rapturous joyPage Scan
1149Lo, he comes, with clouds descendingPage Scan
1150He reigns--the Lord, the Savior, reignsPage Scan
1151The Lord, the Judge, before his thronePage Scan
1152Lo, He cometh: countless trumpetsPage Scan
1153See th' eternal Judge descendingPage Scan
1154Behold, the day is comePage Scan
1155The chariot! the chariot! its wheels roll in firePage Scan
1156When thou, my righteous Judge, shalt comePage Scan
1157And must I be to judgment broughtPage Scan
1158There is a region lovelier farPage Scan
1159What sinners value, I resignPage Scan
1160And is there, Lord, a restPage Scan
1161There is a place of sacred restPage Scan
1162Jerusalem, my glorious home!Page Scan
1163There is a land mine eye hath seenPage Scan
1164My Father's house on high!Page Scan
1165Bright glories rush upon my sightPage Scan
1166There is an hour of peaceful restPage Scan
1167There is an hour of hallowed peacePage Scan
1168There is a house not made with handsPage Scan
1169I would not live alway; I ask not to stayPage Scan
1170While on the verge of life I standPage Scan
1171When I can read my title clearPage Scan
1172Come, Lord, and warm each languid heartPage Scan
1173There is a land of pure delightPage Scan
1174On Jordan's stormy banks I standPage Scan
1175When we pass through yonder riverPage Scan
1176There is a world of perfect bliss Page Scan
1177Our sins, alas! how strong they are!Page Scan
1178How vain is all beneath the skies!Page Scan
1179Far from these narrow scenes of nightPage Scan
1180Who are these in bright arrayPage Scan
1181Lo, round the throne, at God's right handPage Scan
1182These glorious minds, how bright they shine!Page Scan
1183Palms of glory, raiment brightPage Scan
1184Nor eye hath seen, nor ear hath heardPage Scan
1185High in yonder realms of lightPage Scan
1186O happy saints, who dwell in lightPage Scan
1187O for a sweet, inspiring rayPage Scan
1188Why will ye waste on trifling caresPage Scan
1189Ye sinners, fear the LordPage Scan
1190Happy the man that finds the gracePage Scan
1191The time is short; the season nearPage Scan
1192O thou, whose mercy hearsPage Scan
1193Why is my heart so far from theePage Scan
1194Where two or three, with sweet accordPage Scan
1195Thus saith the Lord, The spacious fieldsPage Scan
1196Wherewith shall I approach the LordPage Scan
1197Forgive us, Lord; to thee we cryPage Scan
1198"Father, forgive" the Savior criedPage Scan
1199So did the Hebrew prophet raisePage Scan
1200As on the cross the Savior hungPage Scan

[This hymnal has not been proofed - data may be incomplete or incorrect]
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