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The Delights of Harmony; or, Norfolk Compiler: being a new collection of psalm tunes, hymns and anthems with a variety of set pieces, from the most approved American and European authors...

Editor: Stephen Jenks
Publisher: H. Mann (Printer), Dedham, Mass., 1805
Language: English
Notes: Numbering is by page number. Letters are added to hymns that start on the same page.
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17How tedious & tasteless the hoursSWEET PROSPECTTextPage Scan
18aWhy should we mourn departing friendsTextPage Scan
18bO come let us joinTextPage Scan
20My flesh shall slumber in the groundTextPage Scan
21O! if my Lord would come and meetTextPage Scan
22Sweet spirit, if thy airy sleepTextPage Scan
23Save me, O God, the swelling floodsPage Scan
24Lord, dismiss us with thy blessingPage Scan
25aMy sorrows like a floodTextPage Scan
25bOur moments fly apaceTextPage Scan
26Wake, all ye soaring throng, and singHARMONYTextPage Scan
27aSweet is the work my God, my KingPage Scan
27bScotland's burning, Scotland's burningTextPage Scan
28Hast thou not giv'n thy wordTextPage Scan
29aThe shepherds heard a voiceTextPage Scan
29bSure there's a righteous GodPage Scan
30Who is this fair one in distressPage Scan
31Thus will the church belowTextPage Scan
32Lord what a thoughtless wretch was IPage Scan
33Come, let us sing a new made songTextPage Scan
41aHark from the tombs, a mournful soundPage Scan
41bStoop down my tho'ts that used to risePage Scan
42Let music roll in mournful strainsTextPage Scan
44aBehold his love, he stoops to viewTextPage Scan
44bNature, she shews her weeping eyesTextPage Scan
45In ev'ry land begin the songTextPage Scan
47Is this the kind return?Page Scan
48From all that dwell below the skiesPage Scan
49Our sins alas! how strong they bePage Scan
50Loud hallelujahs to the LordPage Scan
51They'll waft for us sooner o'erTextPage Scan
52My days are as the grassTextPage Scan
53Since God is all my trustTextPage Scan
54Ye tribes of Adam joinPage Scan
55Sweet is the day of sacred restTextPage Scan
56Hearts of stone relent relentTextPage Scan
57I'll praise my Maker with my breathPage Scan
58Some walk in honour's gaudy shewTextPage Scan
59Let ev'ry creature joinPage Scan
60Lord I am vile conceiv'd in sinPage Scan
62From the third heav'n where God residesTextPage Scan
63Say live forever wond'rous kingTextPage Scan
64Hark from the tombs a doleful soundPage Scan
65aWhen God reveal'd his gracious namePage Scan
65bAll hail the pow'r of Jesus' namePage Scan
66Eternal Pow'r, whose high abodePage Scan
67aSweet is the work, my God my KingPage Scan
67bTwere you that pull'd the vengeance downTextPage Scan
68Now can my soul in God rejoicePage Scan
69Hark! hark! hark! what doleful sounds I hearTextPage Scan
73There is a house not made with handsPage Scan
74The God of glory sends his summons forthPage Scan
76While Cynthia sheds her borrow'd lightTextPage Scan
77Behold the Judge descends, his guards are highTextPage Scan
78O God to whom revenge belongsPage Scan
79My soul come meditate the dayPage Scan
80aThe trees full of sapTextPage Scan
80bLike fruitful show'rs of rainTextPage Scan
81Ardalio jeers, and in his comic strainsTextPage Scan
84Ah, whither rolls thou fair retiring Light?TextPage Scan
88Father, he cries, forgive their sinsTextPage Scan
89Vital spark, of heav'nly flamePage Scan
92aBehold the bleeding Lamb of GodTextPage Scan
92bThe God of glory sends his summons forthPage Scan
94How vain are all things here belowPage Scan
95I'll praise my Maker with my breathPage Scan
16The day is past and goneEVENING SHADEPage Scan
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