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The Southern harmony, and musical companion

containing a choice collection of tunes, hymns, psalms, odes, and anthems

PART I. CONTAINING MOST OF THE PLAIN AND EASY TUNES COMMONLY USED IN TIME OF DIVINE WORSHIP.

PART II. CONTAINING SOME OF THE MORE LENGTHY AND ELEGANT PIECES, COMMONLY USED AT CONCERTS, OR SINGING SOCIETIES.

[Death, 'tis a melancholy day]

[Let sinners take their course]

[God is our refuge in distress]

[O when shall I see Jesus]

[Jesus, I my cross have taken]

[How pleasant 'tis to see]

[My gracious Redeemer I love]

[How did his flowing tears condole]

[O, how happy are they]

[My soul forsakes her vain delight]

[Mine eyes are now closing to rest]

[See how the wicked kingdom]

[Soldiers of the cross, arise]

[In de dark woods, no Indian nigh]

[O Jesus, my Saviour, I know thou art mine]

[Where nothing dwelt but beasts of prey]

[Hither, ye faithful, haste with songs of triumph]

[On Jordan's stormy banks I stand]

[How happy is the pilgrim's lot]

[He comes! he comes! the Judge severe! halle, hallelujah]

[Rejoice, my friends, the Lord is King]

[Hail, Columbia! happy land]

[Good morning, brother pilgrim]

[O come, come away! the Sabbath morn is passing]

[Thou great, mysterious God unknown]

[Hear the royal proclamation]

[What sorrowful sounds do I hear]

[When Gabriel's awful trump shall sound]

[See the Lord of glory dying]

[Come, all ye mourning pilgrims dear]

[The Lamb appears to wipe our tears]

[Ye children of Jesus, who're bound for the kingdom]

[Bless, O my soul, the living God]

[Thou great Instructor, lest I stray]

[Lord, what a feeble piece]

[Welcome, sweet day of rest]

[Hail, solitude! thou gentle queen]

[Lift up your heads, Immanuel's friends, O halle, hallelujah]

[And words of peace reveal]

[Farewell, farewell, farewell, my friends]

[My soul, be on thy guard]

[Come, thou Almighty king]

[Thou art gone to the grave, but we will not deplore thee]

[O, if my soul was form'd for wo]

[Great God, attend while Zion sings]

[Young people all, attention give]

[Along the banks where Babel's current flows]

[Children of the heavenly King]

[Sinner, art thou still secure]

[Sweet rivers of redeeming love]

[No burning heats by day]

[Thy praise, O Lord, shall tune the lyre]

[Lord, when my thoughts delighted rove]

[Lord, what a thoughtless wretch was I]

[Early, my God, without delay]

[Show pity, Lord, O Lord, forgive]

[Sweet is the work, my God, my King]

[My refuge is the God of love]

[The hill of Zion yields]

[With songs and honours sounding loud]

[From all that dwell below the skies]

[Thy works of glory, mighty Lord]

[Plung'd in a gulf of dark despair]

[Wide, ye heavenly gates, unfold]

[When for eternal worlds we steer]

[Approach, my soul, the mercy seat]

[Vital spark of heav'nly flame]

[I heard a great voice from heav'n, saying unto me]

[The Lord is ris'n indeed! Hallelujah]

[Hark! ten thousand harps and voices]

[Oh when shall I see Jesus]

[Jesus, grant us all a blessing]

[Jesus, my all, to heav'n is gone]

[Oh when shall I see Jesus]

[Away from his home and the friends of his youth]

[O'er the gloomy hills of darkness]

[Jerusalem, my happy home]

[Hark! the glad sound, the Saviour comes]

[Thou sweet gliding Kedron, by thy silver stream]

[I am the rose of Sharon, and the lily of the valley]

[I beheld, and lo a great multitude, which no man could number]

[The morning sun shines from the east]

[David the king was grieved and moved]

[My friends, I am going a long and tedious journey]

APPENDIX: CONTAINING SEVERAL TUNES ENTIRELY NEW.

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[My soul, be on thy guard]

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The following poem is scored for music in the source text.

1.

My soul, be on thy guard,
Ten thousand foes arise;
And hosts of sin are pressing hard
To draw thee from the skies.

2.

O watch, and fight, and pray,
The battle ne'er give o'er;
Renew it loudly every day,
And help divine implore.

3.

Ne'er think the victory won,
Nor once at ease sit down;
Thy arduous work will not be done
Till thou hast got the crown.

4.

Fight on, my soul, till death
Shall bring thee to thy God;
He'll take thee at thy parting breath,
Up to his rest above.