Another six days' work is done
Approach, my soul, the mercy seat
Are all the foes of Zion fools

Arise, great God, and let thy grace
Arise, my gracious God

Arise, my soul, my joyful powers
Arise, O King of grace, arise.
As changing as the moon
Asleep in Jesus! blessed sleep
As pants the hart for cooling springs
As when, in silence, vernal showers
As when the weary traveler gains
At thy command, O Lord, our hope
Attend while God's exalted Son
Awake, and sing the song.
Awake, awake the sacred song
Awake my heart, arise, my tongue
Awake, my soul, and with the sun
Awake, my soul, in joyful lays
Awake, my soul, lift up thine eyes
Awake, my soul, stretch every nerve
Awake my soul, to sound his praise
Awake, my tongue, thy tribute bring
Awake, our drowsy souls

Awake, our souls, away our fears
Awake, ye saints, and raise your eyes
Awake, ye saints, to praise your King
Away from every mortal care

T. Scott
Mrs. Mackay

Tate & Brady. 83

Rippon
Newton

Watts, alt.
Watts
Hammond
Steele

Watts

Kenn

Medley
Barbauld
Doddridge

Barlow
Needham

E. Scott.
Watts
Doddridge
Watts

Beddome

547

Behold thy waiting servant, Lord

Behold what wondrous grace.

Behold' where in a mortal form.

Beneath our feet, and o'er our head
Beset with threatening dangers round.

BACKWARD with humble shame we look
Be joyful in God all ye lands of the earth
Be thou, O God, exalted high.

Before Jehovah's awful throne
Begin. my soul, th' exalted lay
Behold, my soul, the narrow bound
Behold, the blind their sight receive
Behold, the day is come
Behold the glories of the Lamb
Behold the lofty sky.

Behold the love, the generous love
Behold the morning sun

Behold the path that mortals tread
Behold the sure foundation-stone
Behold the throne of grace

Montgomery
Tate & Brady

Ogilvie
Doddridge
Watts

Blest is the man whose soul can move
Blest is the man whose liberal heart
Blest is the man whose softening heart
Blest is the man who shuns the place:
Blest is the nation where the Lord.
Blest morning, whose first opening rays
Blow ye the trumpet, blow,

Bread of the world, in mercy broken

Turner, alt.

S. F. Smith

Watts

Epis. Coll.
Watts

E. T. Fitch

Barbauld

364

. 351

Watts

281
. 257
485

Fawcett

448

Brightest and best of the sons of the morning Heber
Bright King of glory, dreadful God
Bright Source of everlasting love
Broad is the road that leads to death
By Babel's streams the captives sate
By vows of love together bound
By cool Siloam's shady rill

CALL Jehovah thy salvation
Can creatures to perfection find
Cease, ye mourners, cease to languish
Chief Shepherd of thy chosen sheep
Children, in years and knowledge young
Children of God, who faint and slow,
Children of the heavenly King
Christ and his cross are all our theme
Christ the Lord, is risen to-day.
Christ, whose glory fills the skies
Churches of Christ by God's right hand
Come, children, learn to fear the Lord
Come, every pious heart

Come, gracious Spirit, heavenly Dove
Come hither, all ye weary souls
Come, Holy Spirit, come

E. T. Fitch
Heber

Montgomery

Watts

Collyer
Newton

Watts

Come, thou desire of all thy saints

Come to Calvary's holy mountain

praise

Come let us join our friends above,
See, Let Saints below, &c:
Come, let us join our songs
of
Come, let us join our souls to God
Come, my soul, thy suit prepare
Come, sacred Spirit, from above
Come, said Jesus' sacred voice
Come, sound his praise abroad
Come, thou Almighty King
Come, thou fount of every blessing
See, Saviour, source of, &c.

Come, ye weary, heavy-laden

Come, ye that love the Saviour's name

Come to the house of prayer

Come, weary souls, with sin distressed

Come, ye disconsolate, where'er ye languish.
Come, ye that know and fear the Lord
Come, ye that love the Lord

Montgomery
E. Taylor
Steele
Spir. Songs.
G. Burder
Watts

294

485

Consider all my sorrows, Lord

Could I so false, so faithless prove

Could my heart so hard remain

Dear Saviour, when my thoughts recall
Deathless principle, arise!

Steele

511

Death may dissolve my body now
Deep are the wounds that sin has made
Deep in our hearts let us record
Depth of mercy! can there be
Descend from heaven, immortal Dove
Did Christ o'er sinners weep.
Didst thou, my Saviour, suffer shame
Dismiss us with thy blessing, Lord
Do not I love thee, O my Lord
Dread Jehovah! God of nations
Dread Sovereign, let my evening song

EARLY my God without delay

Earth has engrossed my love too long

Ere the blue heavens were stretched abroad.