Doctor Watts's Imitation of the Psalms of David: to which is added a collection of hymns; the whole applied to the state of the Christian church in general (4th ed.)

#	Text	Tune
XLV	Stand up, my soul, shake off thy fears
XLVI	Salvation! Oh the joyful sound
XLVII	Infinite grief, amazing woe
XLVIII	Let all the race of creatures lie
XLIX	When, in the light of faith divine
L	Come, happy souls, approach your God
LI	The Lord descending from above
LII	Once did the sons of Abra'm pass
LIII	My dear Redeemer, and my Lord
LIV	Sin has a thousand treacherous arts
LV	Strait is the way, the door is strait
LVI	Jesus invites his saints
LVII	The Lord ascends above the skies
LVIII	Nature with open volume stands
LIX	How rich are thy provisions, Lord
LX	The memory of our dying Lord
LXI	While sitting round our Father's board
LXII	How faiir their thy glories here
LXIII	Come, let us join the sacred song
LXIV	The king of heaven his table spreads
LXV	In glad amazement, Lord, I stand
LXVI	O God of heaven, whose gentle ray
LXVII	Eternal Source of every joy
LXVIII	Great God, who form'd for social joys
LXIX	Hail the day that sees him rise
LXX	Rise, my soul, and stretch thy wings