The Hartford Selection of Hymns: from the most approved authors: to which are added a number never before published (2nd ed.)

Editor: Nathan Strong, Abel Flint, Joshua Steward
Publisher: J. Babcock, Hartford, 1802
Denomination: Congregationalist Churches
Language: English
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CCIMy soul doth magnify the LordTextPage Scan
CCIIHark! hear the sound, on earth 'tis foundTextPage Scan
CCIIIAlas, alas how blind I've beenTextPage Scan
CCIVCome, humble sinner, in whose breastPage Scan
CCVWhen with my mind devoutly press'dTextPage Scan
CCVIHow many and great are the foes which infestTextPage Scan
CCVIIHow firm a foundation, ye saints of the LordTextPage Scan
CCVIIIFather, whate'er of earthly blissTextPage Scan
CCIXAlas, what hourly dangers rise!TextPage Scan
CCXI ask'd the Lord that I might growPage Scan
CCXIFather divine, thy piercing eyeTextPage Scan
CCXIIFather of all, thy care we blessTextPage Scan
CCXIIIO wretched souls, who strive in vainTextPage Scan
CCXIVCome, Holy Ghost, my soul inspireTextPage Scan
CCXVOppress'd with unbelief and sinTextPage Scan
CCXVIFierce passions discompose the mindTextPage Scan
CCXVIIBy various maxims, forms, and rulesTextPage Scan
CCXVIIIBreak thro' the clouds, dear Lord, and shineTextPage Scan
CCXIXThus saith the holy One, and trueTextPage Scan
CCXXTo God the only wiseTextPage Scan
CCXXIThat was a wonder-working wordTextPage Scan
CCXXIIIn sin by blinded passions ledTextPage Scan
CCXXIIILet us adore the grace that seeksTextPage Scan
CCXXIVMy heart has been too long ensnar'dTextPage Scan
CCXXVJehovah reigns, his throne is highTextPage Scan
CCXXVIHow sad our state by nature is!Page Scan
CCXXVIIPlung'd in a gulfph of dark despairTextPage Scan
CCXXVIIIHosannas to the Prince of lightTextPage Scan
CCXXIXThus far my God has led me onTextPage Scan
CCXXXGreat God, my maker, and my kingTextPage Scan
CCXXXIOne there is, above all othersTextPage Scan
CCXXXIIHo! ev'ry one that thirsts, draw nighTextPage Scan
CCXXXIIILord, what is man? Extremes how wideTextPage Scan
CCXXXIVPrepare a thankful songTextPage Scan
CCXXXVThe new-born child of gospel-graceTextPage Scan
CCXXXVIO God, whose favorable eyeTextPage Scan
CCXXXVIIZeal is that pure and heav'nly flameTextPage Scan
CCXXXVIIIThe Lord receives his highest praiseTextPage Scan
CCXXXIXDestruction's dangerous roadTextPage Scan
CCXLLet anxious doubts be hear'd no moreTextPage Scan
CCXLIO happy soul that lives on highTextPage Scan
CCXLIIAlmighty maker God!TextPage Scan
CCXLIIIDid Christ o'er sinners weep?TextPage Scan
CCXLIVLook down, O Lord, with pitying eyeTextPage Scan
CCXLVAscend thy throne, almighty KingTextPage Scan
CCXLVIHow shall the sons of men appearTextPage Scan
CCXLVIISee the rash youth, defil'd with sinTextPage Scan
CCXLVIIIIn vain the giddy world inquiresTextPage Scan
CCXLIXLord, shall we part with gold for drossTextPage Scan
CCLDead be my heart to all belowTextPage Scan
CCLIFather, is not thy promise pledg'dTextPage Scan
CCLIIHow many years has man been driv'nTextPage Scan
CCLIIIFather of faithful Abra'm, hearPage Scan
CCLIVBlest Lord, behold the guilty scornTextPage Scan
CCLVGreat God of glory, show thy faceTextPage Scan
CCLVIOnce, O Lord, thy garden flourish'dTextPage Scan
CCLVIIWhile I to grief my soul gave wayTextPage Scan
CCLVIIIO Lord, our languid souls inspireTextPage Scan
CCLIXBrethren, belov'd for Jesus' sakeTextPage Scan
CCLXHow happy they who know the LordTextPage Scan
CCLXINow let our souls, on wings sublimeTextPage Scan
CCLXIILo! the young tribes of Adam riseTextPage Scan
CCLXIIIYe hearts with youthful vigor warmTextPage Scan
CCLXIVSee how the little toiling antTextPage Scan
CCLXVMust all the charms of nature thenTextPage Scan
CCLXVIWith humble heart and tongueTextPage Scan
CCLXVIIEternal God! enthron'd on high!TextPage Scan
CCLXVIIIAs when the weary trav'ller gainsTextPage Scan
CCLXIXNo more I ask or hope to findTextPage Scan
CCLXXLet us love, and sing, and wonderTextPage Scan
CCLXXII hate the tempter and his charmsTextPage Scan
CCLXXIIO Lord, how vile am ITextPage Scan
CCLXXIIIMy former hopes are deadTextPage Scan
CCLXXIVCheer up, my soul, there is a mercy seatTextPage Scan
CCLXXVThe God who once to Israel spokeTextPage Scan
CCLXXVIFather Supreme! all nature's GodTextPage Scan
CCLXXVIIThe Lord my pasture shall prepareTextPage Scan
CCLXXVIIIGreat source of Being, heav'nly King!TextPage Scan
CCLXXIXFar from thy fold, O God, my feetTextPage Scan
CCLXXXLord, what a croud of anxious caresTextPage Scan
CCLXXXISweet glories rush upon my sightTextPage Scan
CCLXXXIIWhen on a summer's sultry dayTextPage Scan
CCLXXXIIIShould the rising whirlwinds tearTextPage Scan
CCLXXXIVWith holy zeal and Christian graceTextPage Scan
CCLXXXVAwake, my soul, tune ev'ry stringTextPage Scan
CCLXXXVIWhen I can read my title clearPage Scan
CCLXXXVIIThe billows swell, the winds are highTextPage Scan
CCLXXXVIIIAnxious, I strove to find the wayTextPage Scan
CCLXXXIXIn his own appointed hourTextPage Scan
CCXCLet carnal minds the world pursueTextPage Scan
CCXCIMost holy Lord! I love thy truthTextPage Scan
CCXCIIRemember us, we pray thee, LordTextPage Scan
CCXCIIINot to Sinai's dreadful blazeTextPage Scan
CCXCIVThy presence, gracious God, affordTextPage Scan
CCXCVDismiss us with thy blessing, LordTextPage Scan
CCXCVILord, dismiss us with thy blessingPage Scan
CCXCVIINow let a true ambition riseTextPage Scan
CCXCVIIII send the joys of earth awayTextPage Scan
CCXCIXMan has a soul of vast desiresTextPage Scan
CCCThere was an hour when Christ rejoic'dTextPage Scan

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