INDEX OF FIRST LINES.
'he gospel trumpet has been blown,
'he Lord into his garden comes,
'he pleasures of earth, &c.
WATCHMAN tell us of the night,
Welcome, sweet day of rest,
What heavenly music do I hear,
What think ye of Christ? is the test,
What various hindrances we meet,
When I can read my title clear,
When marshall'd on the nightly, &c.
When shall we all meet again,
When strangers stand and hear me tell,
When thou, my righteous Judge, &c.
Where two or three, with sweet accord,
While Jesus dwelt on earth below,
While shepherds watch their flocks, &c. -
Whither goest thou, pilgrim stranger,
Who but thou, Almighty Spirit,
Why sleep we, my brethren,
YE objects of sense, and enjoyments, &c.
Yes, my native land, I love thee,
Young people all attention give,
Ye blooming youth, I pray give ear,
Ye burden'd souls to Jesus come,