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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 the smiling, happy land,
That freedom calls her own.