The Columbian Repository: or, Sacred Harmony: selected from European and American authors with many new tunes not before published

Editor: Samuel A. Holyoke
Publisher: Henry Ranlet, Exeter, N.H., 1803
Language: English
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506My thoughts on awful subjects rollPage Scan
507Why do we mourn departing friendsPage Scan
508Here at thy cross, my dying GodPage Scan
509Lord, when my thoughts with wonder rollPage Scan
510Once more, my soul, the rising day salutes thy waking eyesPage Scan
511Dread Sovereign, let my evening songPage Scan
512Hosanna, with a cheerful soundPage Scan
513Alas, and did my Savior bleed? And did my Sovereign die?Page Scan
514My soul forsakes her [each] vain delightPage Scan
515I send the joys of earth awayPage Scan
516The true Messiah now appearsPage Scan
517Sing to the Lord, that built the skiesPage Scan
518Welcome, sweet day of restPage Scan
519Far from my [our] thoughts, vain world, be gonePage Scan
520Lord, what a heaven of saving gracePage Scan
521Rise, rise my soul, and leave the groundPage Scan
522High on a hill of dazzling lightPage Scan
523Let others boast how strong they be [are]Page Scan
524Why is my heart so far from theePage Scan
525Let the old heathens tune their songPage Scan
526Terrible God, that [who] reigns on highPage Scan
527Descend from heaven, immortal dovePage Scan
528When the great Builder arched the skiesPage Scan
529My drowsy powers, why sleep ye [you] soPage Scan
530Lord, we were blind, we mortals blindPage Scan
531God, the eternal, awful namePage Scan
532Stoop down, my thoughts, that [which] used [use] to risePage Scan
533Jesus, with all thy saints abovePage Scan
534Come, ye [you] [we] that [who] love the Lord [Christ], And let your [our] joysPage Scan
535Why should we start and fear to diePage Scan
536How short and hasty is our lifePage Scan
537Raise thee my soul fly up and runPage Scan
538Come, Holy Spirit, heavenly dove, with all thy quickening powersPage Scan
539Let them neglect thy [their] glory, LordPage Scan
543Our days, alas, our mortal daysPage Scan
544Our God how firm his promise standsPage Scan
545Up to the field [fields] where angels lie [sing]Page Scan
546My God, what endless pleasures dwellPage Scan
547Now for a tune [hymn] [song] of lofty praisePage Scan
548With holy fear, and humble songPage Scan
549Thy favors, Lord, surprise our soulsPage Scan
550Up to the Lord, that [who] reigns on highPage Scan
551Now to the Lord a noble [joyful] songPage Scan
552How vain are all things here belowPage Scan
553Death cannot make our souls afraid, If God be with us therePage Scan
554Now let the Lord my Savior smilePage Scan
555Bright King of glory, dreadful [mighty] [sovereign] [wondrous] GodPage Scan
556Death, 'tis a melancholy day To those that have no GodPage Scan
557Lord, what a wretched land is thisPage Scan
558My God, the spring of all my joysPage Scan
559Thee we adore, eternal name, And humblyPage Scan
560No, I shall envy them no morePage Scan
561Lord, how secure and blest [blessed] are theyPage Scan
562Time, what an empty [fleeting] vapor 'tisPage Scan
563Glory to God that [who] walks the skyPage Scan
564Praise, everlasting praise, be paidPage Scan
565My soul, come, meditate the day, And thinkPage Scan
566Sing to the Lord, ye heavenly hosts Page Scan
567Hark! hark! hark from the tombs, a mournful soundPage Scan
568Happy the Church, thou [the] sacred placePage Scan
569When I can read my title clearPage Scan
570There is a land of pure delight, Where saints immortal reignPage Scan
571Great God, how infinite art thouPage Scan
572Father, I long, I faint to see The place of thine abodePage Scan
573Begin my tongue some heavenly themePage Scan
574God of the seas, thy thund'ring voiceHUNTERSFIELDPage Scan
575The glories of my Maker, GodPage Scan
576Blest morning, whose young, dawning raysPage Scan
577Hence from my soul, sad thoughts, begonePage Scan
578Is this the kind returnPage Scan
579From thee, my [O] God, my [our] joys shall risePage Scan
580Hosanna [Hosannas] to the Prince of lightPage Scan
581Stand up, my soul [our souls], shake off thy [your] fearsPage Scan
582When the first parents of our racePage Scan
583Plunged in a [the] gulf of dark [deep] despairPage Scan
584O the almighty Lord, how matchless is his powerPage Scan
585And now the scales have left mine eyesPage Scan
586Arise, my soul, my joyful powersPage Scan
587Thus saith the Ruler of the skiesPage Scan
588Come, all [devout] harmonious tonguesPage Scan
589Why does your face, ye humble [troubled] soulsPage Scan
590Our sins, alas, how strong they be [are]Page Scan
591How wondrous great, how glorious brightPage Scan
592Salvation, O the joyful soundPage Scan
593Hosanna to our conquering King, The prince of darkness fliesPage Scan
594How sad our state [fate] by nature isPage Scan
595O the delights, the heavenly joysPage Scan
596Shout to the Lord, and let your joysPage Scan
597My God, my life, my love, to thee, to thee I callPage Scan
598My God, my portion, and my love, my everlasting all.Page Scan
599Infinite grief! amazing woe!Page Scan
600Down headlong from the native skiesPage Scan
601From heaven the sinning angels fellPage Scan
602My heart, how dreadful hard it isPage Scan
603Let the whole race of creatures liePage Scan
604How full of anguish is the thoughtPage Scan
605When in the light of faith divinePage Scan
606No, I'll repine at death no morePage Scan
607Come, happy souls, approach your GodPage Scan
608Raise your triumphant songsPage Scan

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