The Primitive Hymns: Spiritual Songs and Sacred Poems Regularly Selected, Classified and Set in Order ... Stereotype ed.

Editor: Benjamin Lloyd
Publisher: Published for the Proprietors, La Mesa, Calif., 1858
Denomination: Primitive (Old School) Baptists
Language: English
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d601To him from whom our blessings flow
d602To him who on the fatal tree
d603To our Redeemer's glorious name, awake the sacred song
d604To thee, let my [our] first offering [offerings] rise
d605To thee, my Shepherd [Savior] and my Lord [Lamb]
d606To thee this temple we devote
d607To those who know the Lord, I speak
d608Today if ye [you] will hear his voice
d609Today the Savior rose
d610Together with these symbols, Lord
d611'Twas not to make Jehovah's love
d612'Twas on that [a] dark, that [and] doleful [awful] [dreary] night [day]
d613'Twas when the sea [seas], with awful [horrid] roar
d614'Twas with an everlasting love
d615Up, haste to Calvary, my soul
d616Up to thy throne, O God of love
d617Vain are the hopes the [that] sons of men
d618Vain, delusive world, adieu
d619We are a garden walled around
d620We seek a rest beyond [above] the skies
d621We shall sleep, but not forever
d622Welcome, sweet day of rest
d623Welcome, ye well beloved of God
d624We've no abiding city here
d625What heavenly Man, or lovely [mighty] God
d626What wondrous love is this, O my soul
d627When Abraham, full of sacred awe
d628When all thy [your] mercies, O my [our] God [gracious Lord]
d629When bending o'er the brink of life [death]
d630When blooming youth is [are] snatched [called] away
d631When Christ, the Lord, was here below About the work
d632When Christ, who came my soul to save
d633When descending from the sky
d634When first the God of boundless grace
d635When first the Lord his grace revealed
d636When from the precepts to the cross
d637When God is nigh, my [our] faith is strong
d638When I can read my title clear
d639When I survey the wondrous cross
d640When, in his earthly courts, we view
d641When Jesus for his people died
d642When Jesus hung upon the tree
d643When languor and disease invade
d644When marshalled on the nightly [mighty] plain
d645When Noah with his favored few
d646When, O dear Jesus, when shall I [we]
d647When on the cross my Lord I see
d648When overwhelmed with grief
d649When Paul was parted from his friends
d650When pity prompts me to look round [around] [down] upon my [this] fellow clay
d651When shall thy lovely face be seen
d652When shall we three meet again
d653When the last trumpet's awful voice
d654When we baptise [baptize] we see the mode
d655Where from thy spirit shall I stretch
d656Where two or three, with sweet accord
d657While o'er our guilty land, O Lord
d658While shepherds watch [watched] their flocks by night
d659While sorrows encompass me round
d660Who can forbear to sing
d661Who shall the Lord's elect condemn
d662Why do we [ye] [you] mourn departing [departed] [for dying] friends
d663Why, mourning soul [souls], why flow these tears
d664Why should our mourning thoughts delight
d665Why should the children of a King
d666Why should the saints be filled with dread
d667Why should we start and fear to die
d668Why tarriest thou, arise
d669Will God forever cast us [me] off
d670With gladness, dear brethren, we meet [met] at [in] this place
d671With grateful hearts, with joyful tongues
d672With heavenly power, O Lord, defend
d673With holy awe, and solemn dread
d674With joy we hail the sacred day
d675With joy we meditate the [thy] grace
d676With joy, ye saints, attend, and raise
d677With melting heart [hearts] and weeping eyes
d678Ye friends of religion, I pray give attention
d679Ye hearts with youthful vigor warm
d680Ye humble souls, approach your God
d681Ye little flock, whom Jesus feeds
d682Ye men and angels, witness now
d683Ye messengers of Christ [God]
d684Ye mourning saints [friends] [ ones], whose streaming tears
d685Ye objects of sense, and enjoyments of time
d686Ye pilgrims that are wandering home
d687Ye saints of every rank, with joy
d688Ye worlds of light, that roll so near
d689Young people, all, attention give
d690Your harps, ye [you] trembling [mourning] [tearful], saints

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