Village Hymns

Editor: Asahel Nettleton
Publisher: F. A. Brown, Hartford, Conn., 1852
Notes: Page scans: https://archive.org/details/villagehymnsf1852nett/mode/2up
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501Farewell, and what if next we meet
502When Jesus dwelt in mortal clay
503Father of mercies, send thy grace
504While the heralds of salvation
505When we with welcome slumber pressed
506Great God preserved by thine arm
507Should God forbid the sun to rise
508My precious Savior, while on earth
509Now the shades of night are gone
510Indulgent Father, by whose care
511O Lord, another day [week] has [is] flown
512The day is past and gone, the evening shades appear
513The night shall hear me raise my song
514Inspirer and hearer of prayer
515Begone, my earthly [worldly] care [cares], away
516Another six days' work is done
517When on the third auspicious day
518Frequent the [this] day of [O] God returns
519Thine earthly Sabbath [Sabbaths], Lord we love
520See how rude winter's icy hand
521At length the wished for spring has come
522The summer harvest spreads the field
523The flowery spring at God's command
524Now, gracious Lord, thine [thy] arm reveal
525Come Lord and bless the rising race
526Come, let us anew our journey pursue, Roll round
527Awake, ye saints, and raise [lift] your eyes
528Since Jesus freely [purely] did appear
529With grateful hearts and tuneful lays
530With cheerful voices rise and sing
531Brethren beloved for Jesus
532Lord, when together here we meet
533Blest be the tie that binds our hearts in Christian love
534Thro' Christ when we together came
535Come Christian brethren ere we part
536Blest be the [that] dear uniting love
537Farewell, dear friend [friends], a short farewelll
538Come, let us now forget our mirth, And think that we must die
539Gay is thy morning flattering hope
540My son, know thou the Lord
541Now let a true [pure] ambition rise
542Religion is the chief concern
543The God who once to Isr'l spoke
544Ye lovely bands of blooming youth
545The joy that vain amusements give
546We wander in a thorny maze
547Ye hearts with youthful vigor warm
548With humble heart and tongue, my God
549And have I measured half my days
550Eternal God, enthroned on high
551See, gracious God [Lord], before thy throne
552Break thou the clouds dear Lord and shine
553Long unafflicted undismayed
554Why should the Christian waste in sighs
555Were once our vain desires subdued
556When languor and disease invade
557And let this feeble body fail
558The billows swell, the winds are high
559Disconsolate tenant of clay
560Jesus great Healer of mankind
561O thou who diest the mourner's tear
562O Thou from whom all goodness flows
563Just o'er the grave I hung
564'Tis hard from those we love to go
565Far from affliction, toil and care
566From his low bed of mortal dust
567The grave is now a favored spot
568Unvail [Unveil] thy bosom, faithful tomb
569How blest is our brother
570'Tis finished, the conflict is past
571In vain my [the] fancy strives to paint The moment after death
572How blest the righteous are
573When blooming youth is [are] snatched [called] away
574The once loved form, now cold and dead
575Oft as the bell, with solemn toll, Speaks the departure of a soul
576The time is short the season near
577The mighty flood that rolls along
578I wait a few sorrowful years
579Eternity is just at hand
580Lo on a narrow neck of land
581The winter past reviving flowers
582Through sorrow's night and danger's path [way] [road]
583The saints who now in Jesus sleep
584Our life how short, a groan, a sigh
585When rising from the bed of death
586That awful day will surely come
587See, the eternal Judge descending
588Sinners, take the friendly warning
589Methinks the last great day is come
590When bending o'er the brink of life [death]
591Vain man [men], thy [your] fond pursuits forbear
592Where are the dead, in heaven or hell
593O where shall rest be found
594Dear Savior, thy victorious love can every fear control
595Sweet glories rush [burst] upon my sight
596Earth has engrossed my love too long
597I soon shall accomplish my race
598Happy soul, thy days are ended [ending]
599Ye angels, who stand round the throne
600High in yonder realms of light

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