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The Southern harmony, and musical companion

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

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

[Young people all, attention give]

[Come, ye sinners, poor and wretched]

[Salvation! O the joyful sound]

[Thou Man of grief, remember me]

[To-day, if you will hear his voice]

[Come, humble sinner, in whose breast]

[O thou who hear'st when sinners cry]

[Mercy, O thou Son of David]

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

[Children of the heav'nly King]

[Grace! 'tis a charming sound]

[Did Christ o'er sinner's weep]

[Amazing grace! (how sweet the sound)]

[Lord I cannot let thee go]

[As on the cross the Saviour hung]

[Come, we that love the Lord]

[Am I a soldier of the cross]

[Jesus my all to heav'n is gone]

[How sweet the name of Jesus sounds]

[Lord, what is man, poor feeble man]

[Sweet is the day of sacred rest]

[Dear friends, farewell, I do you tell]

[O Thou in whose presence my soul takes delight]

[Hail the blest morn, see the great Mediator]

[Come away to the skies]

[Once more, my soul, the rising day]

[I am a great complainer, that bears the name of Christ]

[The time is swiftly rolling on]

[Welcome, welcome, ev'ry guest]

[How painfully pleasing the fond recollection]

[O come, loud anthems let us sing]

[So fades the lovely, blooming flow'r]

[Come, ye that love the Lord]

[Mercy, O thou Son of David]

[The faithless world promiscuous flows]

[Will God for ever cast us off]

[Saw ye my Saviour]

[When shall we all meet again]

[I love my blessed Saviour]

[My soul, repeat his praise]

[When I can read my title clear]

[Afflictions, though they seem severe]

[Remember, sinful youth, you must die, you must die]

[Our cheerful voices let us raise]

[And am I born to die]

[Teach me the measure of my days]

[When the midnight cry began, O what lamentation]

[Though troubles assail, and dangers affright]

[Come, O thou traveller unknown]

[Farewell, my dear brethren, the time is at hand]

[The cross of Christ inspires my heart]

[Farewell, my lovely friends, farewell]

[Bright scenes of glory strike my sense]

[I find myself placed in a state of probation]

[My Shepherd will supply my need]

[Who is this that comes from far]

[From whence does this union arise]

[Do not I love thee, O my Lord]

[No more beneath th' oppressive hand]

[The people called Christians]

[Glorious things of thee are spoken]

[Hark! don't you hear the turtle dove]

[While beauty and youth are in their full prime]

[Am I a soldier of the cross]

[The day is past and gone]

[Rise, my soul, and stretch thy wings]

[Broad is the road that leads to death]

[Come, humble sinner, in whose breast]

[How lost was my condition]

[Through all the world below]

[On Jordan's stormy banks I stand]

[By Babel's streams we sat and wept]

[O when shall I see Jesus, and dwell with him above]

[He dies, the Friend of sinners dies]

[Oh! may I worthy prove to see]

[O, once I had a glorious view]

[Come all, who love my Lord and master]

[The chariot! the chariot! its wheels roll in fire]

[Come on, my partners in distress]

[O tell me no more of this world's vain store]

[In seasons of grief to my God I'll repair]

[Brethren, don't you hear the sound]

[Come, little children, now we may]

[There is a land of pleasure]

[Come, thou fount of ev'ry blessing]

[The watchmen blow the trumpet round]

[Religion is the chief concern]

[Dismiss us with thy blessing, Lord]

[No more beneath th' oppressive hand]

[How firm a foundation, ye saints of the Lord]

[To leave my dear friends, and with neighbors to part]

[How tedious and tasteless the hours]

[Return, O God of love, return]

[Rise, my soul, and stretch thy wings]

[When in death I shall calm recline]

[A few more days on earth to spend]

[The time is soon coming]

[Why do we mourn departing friends]

[Blow ye the trumpet, blow]

[Ye nations all, on you I call. Come, near this declaration]

[Come, all you weary travellers]

[Jesus, thou art the sinner's friend]

[Come, Christians, be valiant, our Jesus is near us]

[Come, all ye young people of every relation]

[There was a Romish lady brought up in popery]

[Dark and thorny is the desert]

[Come, humble sinner, in whose breast]

[The day of the Lord—the day of salvation]

[A story most lovely I'll tell]

[Wake, Isles of the South! your redemption is near]

[Hail! ye sighing sons of sorrow]

[Come away to the skies, My beloved, arise]

[O tell me where the Dove has flown]

[There is a happy land]

[The Lord into his garden comes]

[O how I have long'd for the coming of God]

[Father, I long, I faint to see]

[Why should we start, or fear to die]

[And if you meet with troubles]

[Come, thou fount of every blessing]

[No more shall the sound of the war-whoop be heard]

[Soldiers, go, but not to claim]

[Young people all, attention give]

[He comes! he comes! to judge the world]

[My days, my weeks, my months, my years]

[I sing a song which doth belong to all the human race]

[Burst, ye emerald gates, and bring]

[How firm a foundation, ye saints of the Lord]

[Vain, delusive world, adieu]

[Brethren, we have met to worship]

[When I can read my title clear]

[Come and taste, along with me]

[I am a stranger here below]

[Shall men pretend to pleasure]

[And let this feeble body fail]

[Hark! hark! glad tidings charm our ears]

[There's a friend above all others]

[This world's not all a fleeting show]

[From Greenland's icy mountains]

[Say now, ye lovely social band]

[My Christian friends, in bonds of love]

[With inward pain my heartstrings sound]

[How splendid shines the morning star]

[Those happy spirits, &c.]

[Hark! the jubilee is sounding]

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

APPENDIX: CONTAINING SEVERAL TUNES ENTIRELY NEW.

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[No more beneath th' oppressive hand]

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

No more beneath th' oppressive hand
Of tyranny we mourn,
Behold; a smiling, happy land,
That freedom calls her own.