The Cluster of Spiritual Songs, Divine Hymns and Sacred Poems: being chiefly a collection (3rd ed. rev.)

Editor: Jesse Mercer
Publisher: William W. Woodward (Printer), Philadelphia, 1823
Language: English
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DCThe sinner that truly believesTextPage Scan
DCIO my distrustful heart, how small thy faith appearsPage Scan
DCIISons we are, through God's electionPage Scan
DCIIILet others boast their ancient linePage Scan
DCIVBlessed [Blest] are the sons of GodPage Scan
DCVJesus is our great salvationPage Scan
DCVIA fulness resides in Jesus our headPage Scan
DCVIIThe reason Christians perseverePage Scan
DCVIIIHow bright is the prospect the saint hasPage Scan
DCIXLord, thou hast made me know thy waysPage Scan
DCXAlthough the righteous man may fallPage Scan
DCXIAfflicted saint [saints] [soul] [souls], to Christ [God] draw nearPage Scan
DCXIIMy God, how cheerful [cheering] is the soundPage Scan
DCXIIIIf, Lord, in thy fair book of lifePage Scan
DCXIVYe little flock, whom Jesus feedsPage Scan
DCXVWhen Noah with his favored fewPage Scan
DCXVIAh lovely appearance of deathPage Scan
DCXVII'Tis finished, 'tis donePage Scan
DCXVIIIYe objects of sense, and enjoyments of timePage Scan
DCXIXWhat solemn signal's that which daunts myPage Scan
DCXXWhy should vain mortals tremble at the sightPage Scan
DCXXIForbear, my friends, forbear, and ask no morePage Scan
DCXXIIDeath and the grave are doleful themesPage Scan
DCXXIIIJesus, the mighty Savior, livesPage Scan
DCXXIVAnd is thy lovely shadow fledPage Scan
DCXXVLord, must I [we] die, O let me [us] diePage Scan
DCXXVIThe time is short the season nearPage Scan
DCXXVIIVital spark of heavenly flamePage Scan
DCXXVIIIGod hath bereaved me of my childPage Scan
DCXXIXCome, O my soul, look up and seePage Scan
DCXXXYe fleeting charms of earth, farewellPage Scan
DCXXXIHow happy are the souls above, From sinPage Scan
DCXXXIIWhen death appears before my [our] sightPage Scan
DCXXXIIILord, I commit my soul to theePage Scan
DCXXXIVBehold the gloomy valePage Scan
DCXXXVThe busy scene of life is closedPage Scan
DCXXXVIO for an overcoming faithPage Scan
DCXXXVIIHear what the voice from heaven proclaimsPage Scan
DCXXXVIIIDeath cannot make our souls afraid, If God be with us therePage Scan
DCXXXIXWhy should we start and fear to diePage Scan
DCXLWhy do we [ye] [you] mourn departing [departed] [for dying] friendsPage Scan
DCXLIRemember, Lord, our mortal statePage Scan
DCXLIIThee we adore, eternal name, And humblyPage Scan
DCXLIIIHark, from the tomb [tombs] a doleful [warning] [mournful] soundPage Scan
DCXLIVStoop down, my thoughts, that [which] used [use] to risePage Scan
DCXLVMy brethren and my sisters dearPage Scan
DCXLVIMy sisters, hear, and I'll relatePage Scan
DCXLVIICome Christians dear, of every namePage Scan
DCXLVIIIAnd let this feeble body failPage Scan
DCXLIXThe great tremendous day's approachingPage Scan
DCLYe pilgrims who often look up for the trainPage Scan
DCLIArise and shine, O Zion fairPage Scan
DCLIIWhen descending from the skyPage Scan
DCLIIIDay of judgment, day of wondersPage Scan
DCLIVLo he comes with clouds descendingPage Scan
DCLVThou God of glorious majestyPage Scan
DCLVIO [When] thou my righteous Judge shall [shalt] comePage Scan
DCLVIICome in this cold declining dayPage Scan
DCLVIIIYe virgin [waiting] souls, arisePage Scan
DCLIXWhen the fierce north wind with his airy forcesPage Scan
DCLXThis is the field, the world below, In which the sowerPage Scan
DCLXIHow great, how terrible that GodPage Scan
DCLXIIMethinks the last great day is comePage Scan
DCLXIIILo he comes arrayed in vengeancePage Scan
DCLXIVThe day of the Lord, the day of salvationPage Scan
DCLXVI have no leisure to bestowPage Scan
DCLXVIThe toiling ocean groans the stars grow palePage Scan
DCLXVIIThrough all the world belowPage Scan
DCLXVIIIToday the saint with time-things has to doPage Scan
DCLXIXToday the sinner's state is much admiredPage Scan
DCLXXMy waking dreams are best concealedPage Scan
DCLXXISome author, no great matter whoPage Scan
DCLXXIIFatigued in spirit, and void of meritPage Scan
DCLXXIIIWhat wondrous love is thisText InfoTextPage Scan
DCLXXIVHail ye sighing sons of sorrowPage Scan
DCLXXVGive thanks to God, invoke his namePage Scan
DCLXXVIWhen marshalled on the nightly [mighty] plainPage Scan
DCLXXVIIWhile poets, in exalted strains of versePage Scan

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