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Praise to God.

Oh! yet, as in thine ancient day,
Thy word is truth, Thy will is love;
Thy law is FREEDOM-to obey
That glorious gospel from above!

Praise to God.

CXIX.

WATTS.

FROM all that dwell below the skies,
Let the Creator's praise arise;
Let the Redeemer's name be sung
Through every land, by every tongue.

Eternal are thy mercies, Lord;

Eternal truth attends thy word;

Thy praise shall sound from shore to shore,

Till suns shall rise and set no more.

Ender of First Lines.

ASSEMBLED at thy great command
Awake, my soul! stretch every nerve
Awake, Jerusalem, awake

Awake, my people, saith your God
Among the assemblies of the great
All men are equal in their birth

BLOW ye the trumpet abroad o'er the sea P. M.
Benignant Saviour! 't was not thine
Blest be the tie that binds

Break every yoke, the Gospel cries
Brethren, while we sojourn here

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C. M. 203

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L. M. 59

L. M. 60

P. M. 85

C. M. 171

COME let us leave the vain, the proud
Come christian brethren, ere we part
Come let us anew our journey pursue
Come let us search our way and see
Children of the glorious dead
Christ had his sorrows

DAUGHTER of Zion! from the dust
Deem not that they are blessed alone
Daughters of the pilgrim sires
Daughters of pity, tune the lay

EQUIP me for the war

Exert thy power, thy rights maintain

FROM Georgia's Southern mountains
From north to south, from east to west
From foes that would the land devour
From every clime beneath the skies
From all that dwell below the skies
Father, give us power and love
Father of heaven and earth

GREAT Father! who created all

Great God! if the humble and weak &c.

Go forth to the mount, bring &c.

God of Israel's faithful three

God gave to Afric's sons

P. M. 130

S. M. 138

God made the world-in every land.

God of love, that hearest prayer

HAIL to the Lord's annointed

Heard ye the mighty rushing
How happy is he, born or taught.

Here freedom's life-cry taught the brave

Hark! the song of Jubilee

Hark! the glad sound! the Saviour comes c. M. 201

IT is the wrongs of Afric's sons
It was no path of flowers

L. P. M. 29

P. M. 134

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L. P. M. 64

Is it not good to mourn for those
Is this a time to plant and build
I want the spirit of power within
I thank the goodness and the grace
I seek within thy written word
In pleasant lands have fallen the lines

JESUS shall reign where'er the sun

KINDRED in Christ! for his dear sake

LORD! if thou dost not soon appear
Lord! thou requirest truth within
Lord Jesus, come! for here

Lord, deliver! thou canst save

Lord, when thine ancient people cried
Let mammon hold while mammon can .
Let the floods clap their hands

MEN of God! go take your stations

OH Father, when the softened heart
Oh Father of the human race
Oh God of freedom! bless this night
Oh darkly on the path of life. .
Oh Thou whose justice reigns on high

L. P. M. 116

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Oh Jesus, by the mortal pains we bear
Oh God that made the earth and sky
Oh if to Afric's sable race
Oh Saviour, whom this holy morn
Oh God, my sins are manifold.
Oh, Freedom! with prophet's voice
Oh! hear the wailing cry

O let the prisoner's mournful sighs
O God, we praise thee and confess
O great mountain, what art thou

RISE, freemen, rise! the call goes forth
Roll on thou joyful day

SING we the song of those who stand
Sing to the Lord, let harp and lute &c.
Steel me to shame, reproach, disgrace
Stand up, my soul! shake off thy fears
Salt of the earth, ye virtuous few
Sit down and take thy fill of joy
Soon shall the trump of freedom

6. 4.

P. M.

C. M. 125

L. M. 145

7. 6. 199

THE Lord will come! the earth &c.
The shades of night are flitting fast
The hour of freedom! come it must
The breaking waves dashed high
The Son of God goes forth to war
The God of glory sends his summons forth P. M. 68
The Lord is great, ye hosts &c.
The memory of the faithful dead
The heart has tendrils like the vine

C. M. 52

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L. M. 121
L. P. M. 187