Let devils flec, let men adare, Let heaven proclaim the Savious reigns Let all the earth-born race: Let the whole ocean now rejoice Let'us awake our joys
Let the vain world pronounce it shame - Life, death, and hell, and world's unknown
Light of the Gentile world appear Look up, my soul, with cheerful ego Lo, Christ by his own powerful bloud. Lo, the eternal word Lo, to the hills [ lift mine eyes Lo! Christ ascends the sacred height Lo! his triumphal chariot waits, Lord of ev'ry land and nation Lord I am vile, conceived in sin Lord, what a heaven of saving grace Millions of years, my wond'ring eyes My Captain sounds the alarm of war My dear Almighty Lord My dying Saviour, and my God My God,
my God, to thee I cry My soul inspir'd with sacred love Not all the blood beasts Nothing but thy blood, Jesus Now let us record the conquering name Now Moses feels for Israel's griefs Now the good will of heaven is shewn Now to the Lord a noble song Now for the love I bear his name Now let our lips with holy fear. Now let us raise our cheerful strains Ocean with thy numerous brood O'erwhelmed with guilt, and grief, and woe. O for a shout of sacred joy Often, my gracious Friend, 1 grieve O God of good, th' unfathom'd sea O God, thou bottomless abyss O had Jubal's lyre O haste, victorious prince
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O Jesus, in pity draw neatvy O Jesus, my hope, for me offer'd up O let the dead now hear thy voice On life's wide ocean rudely tost Once on the raging seas I rode On the wild waste
of water, 80 vast and so drear O thou whom John at gordan's stream O that in me the sacred fire O thou whose all-disposing'sway O thou, dear suffering Son of God. O the sharp pangs of smarting pain O thou, whom once they flock'd to hear O the transcendant love O thou of little faith Our great High Priest we sing Our journey is a thorny maze Our sins and griefs ou Christ were laid O! unexhausted grace Plenteous grace with thee is found Poor, weak, and worthless tho' I am Pris'ners of hope, why will ye die . Princes to his imperial throne Prophet, to me reveal Raise, raise, my soul, thy raptur'd sight Record, my soul, thy Maker's praise Rejoicing now in earnest hope Repeated crimes awake our fears Rise, glorious sun, supremely bright Rise my soul! adore and wonder Rock of ages! cleft for me Sailors, that travel o'er the flood Sailor rejoice, and rest secure pilors repeat his praise
iurs, behold as ye pass by lors, mark the dreadful night
ors look, the sight is glorious lors advance, behold your King zilors, to Jesus now draw near sailors redeemed from endless woe Salvation, O the joyful sound Saviour of all, to thee we bow
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Saviour divine, we read thy fame. Saviour divine! we know thy name See on the mountain top See here an endless ocean flows See his disciples slumb'ring round
See how he lor'd!' exclaimed the Jews Bee from on high a light divine See human nature sunk in shame Shall I behold my King the Lamb Should I forbear to praise my God Sing the dear Saviour's glorious fame Sin, like a venomous disease Sinners rejoice, its Christ that died Stand up, my soul, shake off thy fears Surprising grace, and such were we Survey the beauties of his face Survey the wond'rous cure Sweet the moments rich in blessing Tempests arise, when God appoints Ten thousand wants have That bloody banner see The northern pole, and southern rest The Saviour, what a noble flame The Cross! the Cross ! Oh! that's my gain The rising God forsakes the tomb The blessed spirit, like the wind The tower that rises v'er the sea The powers of earth and hell The types, my soui, were all tou faint The billows swell, the winds are high The wondering world enquires to know 'The whole Creation can afford - The fairest of ten thousand fairs The wounded conscience knows its power The pains that wait my fleeting breath The oath and promise of the Lord There is a great Physician near There is a fountain filled with blood They that in ships with courage bold They thirst, and waters from the rock This is the way I long have sought Think, O my soul, devoutly think
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Th’ Almighty spoke, the tempest burst Tho' winds may blow and storms arise ». Though hard the winds are blowing. Thou Lanıb of God, thou prince of peace Thou very Paschal Lamb Thrice "Holy Lord,” in heaven they cry Through all his travels here below. Thy goodness, and thy truth,
to me Thy potent arm, all glorious God Thy works of glory, miglity Lord Thy way, O God, is in the sea Thy blood, dear Lord, which thou hast spilt 'Tis grace that sweetens every cross To Christ, the bread of life, I fiy To the dear Fountain of thy bloud To Heaven I'm bound with prosp'rous gales To Father, Son, and Holy Ghost To the haven of thy breast 'Twas in an hour when wrath prevail d 'Twas well, my soul, he died for thee Uprising from the silent tomb Up to the fields where Angels lie Vast are thy works, Alinighty Lord View the broad sea's majestic plains Viewing Christ as newly slain Was it for crimes that I have done We sing the bright and morning star We see the blood of Jesus shed Well, the Redeemer's gone What could my Redeemer move What object's this, that meets mine eyes What, though a thousand hosts engage , What mighty Hero comes from far What shall I do my suit to gain When I with pleasing wonder stand When all thy mercies, O my God When rocks and when shallows beset us around When many a tempest blew When the great Builder
arch'd the skies When Satan gaw his rebel host
When Adam sinned, through all his race When Jesus hung upon the tree Wlien God from my soul shall his presence remove When tempests howl, and billows rise When from the bosom of the deep When poison spreading thro' the veins When on the Cross my Saviour died When most we need his helping hand When passing through the wat'ry deep Where from thy spirit shall I stretch Which, of all our friends, to save us While the angel-choirs are crying While Ainty rocks were rent with dread Who were the highly honored three Who is this that comes from Edom Why thus array'd, almighty God Why oroops my soul, with guilt opprest Why do I thus complain With flowing eyes and bleeding hearts With warm delight and grateful joy Would you behold the works of God Would Jesus have the sinner die? .
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Ye subjects of the Lord proclaim Ye sin sick souls, dismiss your fears Ye mourning saints, behold Yes, there is, there is, my God Yes, Lord, my grateful voice I'll raise Yon despised Nasarono
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