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Women Poets of the Romantic Period
Individual Item Contents: WPRP 232

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Author

Harrison, Susannah, 1752-1784

Title

Songs in the night / by a young woman under heavy afflictions

Imprint

London : Sold by Vallance and Conder ..., R. Hawes ..., E. Rogers, Bury, and C. Punchard, Ipswich, 1783

Physical description

[2], xii, 164 p. ; 17 cm. (12mo). Signatures: a2, B-O6 P4 (P4 missing).

Call Number

WPRP 232

Notes

Advertisement for author's "A Call to Britain" on viii.

Epigraph

"Who giveth songs in the night" Job XXXV.10

Online copies

CU Digital Library

Contents

Preface to the First Edition

iii

The Recommendation

v

 

An Alphabetical Table of the First Lines

 

All Glory belongs to Jesus alone,

65

Am I indeed born from above?

50

Arise, my Soul, to Jesus fly,

79

Attend, my Soul, and trembling hear,

20

Awake, my Heart!my Soul, arise!

5

Away my Doubts, be gone my Fear,

76

Be gone, my worldly Cares, away!

4

Behold, he comes, the Saviour comes,

34

Be merciful, O God, to me,

56

By Holiness and watchful Care,

41

Bring all the brutish and unwise,

94

Chasten'd I am from Day to Day,

104

Christian, wouldst thou in Grace excel,

46

Come, each desponding, drooping Soul,

59

Come, O my doubting Soul, attend,

57

Come view the Field of Love divine,

11

Condemn me not, most gracious God,

16

Deceivers will affect t'appear

44

'Gainst Thee, Thou Holy, Just, and Wise,

118

God and his Law are my Delight

25

God of my Days, God of my Nights,

4

Good News these blessed Words impart,

15

Grace will to every Duty bind,

47

Haste that delightfulawful Day

86

Hear this, ye Fav'rites of the Lord,

129

High in the Heavens doth God reside,

39

How are my Powers all tuned to mourn

90

How oft doth Beauty lead to Sin,

122

How should the Morning of my Days,

3

How suitable this Word to me,

97

I fear the God of Heaven and Earth,

23

I languish for a Sight

73

I think my Table richly spread,

111

In this extreme Distress of Soul,

93

In this thy Will, and must I be

136

Is this unpleasant Cup now given

101

Is Jesus evermore the same?

12

I, Jesus, am ascended high,

120

Jesus exalts his Fav'rites high,

115

Jesus, I now address thy Throne,

128

Jesus, my Advocate and King,

91

Jesus, my Hiding place Thou art,

96

Jesus my mourning Soul doth lead,

106

Jesus, the great, the Mighty God,

18

Jesus, Thou God of Nations, bend

125

Jesus, thy Love is still my Theme,

75

Jesus, when I can see thy Face,

103

Let all my anxious Cares be gone,

37

Let all the heavenly Hosts rejoice,

66

Let me adore His boundless Grace,

6

Let me lie prostrate on the Ground,

92

Let not the Learned and the Wise,

21

Let others wrapt in Self-conceit,

35

Let Praise employ my Heart and Tongue:

18

Like Enoch I would seek to be,

134

Look, O my Soul, within the Veil,

119

Look unto Me, the Savior cries,

36

Lord, can a helpless Worm, like me,

60

Lord, Captivate my every Thought,

45

Lord, I confess my Guilt and Shame,

61

Lord, is not this my one Desire,

51

Lord, is it not my Soul's Desire

67

Lord, search and try this Heart of mine,

19

Lord, 'tis enough, at length I own,

62

Lord, what am I without thy Love?

53

My God! for I can call thee Mine

109

My God, how restless is my Mind!

80

My Life declines, my Strength is gone,

83

My Soul, what dost thou here?

117

No Man, nor Angel can compare

74

No more of Works I vainly boast,

63

Now have I spent in Sighs and Tears

88

Now, let me from this World retire,

134

Now let my Faith grow strong, and plead

67

Now let my Faith look through her Fears,

8

Now let my Soul adore and praise

132

Now may the God of boundless Grace,

10

Now shall my Soul adore the Grace,

105

Now, whilst I try my Heart

45

O could I find some peaceful Bower

130

O could I to Jerus'lem go,

82

Of Rest I hear, of Rest I talk,

85

Often, great God, I've heard of Thee,

22

Oft has my Soul in secret bless'd

29

O God, how mournful is my case!

99

O happy Souls that love the Lord,

13

O let Jehovah's lib'ral Hand

121

O let me lay my Anger by

68

O Soul-reviving Word,

38

O Thou, who shin'st in bright abode,

2

O what a vain and empty World is this!

87

Rapid my Days and Months run on

1

Remember me, though great I AM

135

Riches immense are in thy Hand

16

Salvation's Work is done;

32

Say, Is this wild, corrupted Nation

124

Show me the Soul to Doubts expos'd,

15

Tell me no more of earthly Toys,

113

Thee will I love, my dearest Lord,

75

The Lord of Lords, and King of Kings

114

The Rain descends, the Tempests rise

33

The tri-une God above,

31

Thine Anger, Lord, how short the Stay,

58

This Blessing, Lord, to me impart

40

This Promise is to Sinners made,

49

This wretched Heart will still backslide,

54

Tho' I of Sinners am the chief,

107

Thou art acquainted with my Heart,

60

Thou God of Justice and of Grace,

27

'Tis my Beloved's awful Voice;

133

Tremble, my Soul, Fall down before,

30

To God I'd seek in each Distress

130

To Him that brought Salvation nigh,

32

To Him, to Him, whose Love hath wrought

17

To Thee, again my gracious God,

127

To Thee, my God, I make my moan,

98

To us, to us a Child is born,

7

Turn, O my Soul, from Moses turn,

35

Unfertile, intricate, and strange,

70

Well may I groan beneath thy Stroke,

28

What ails this vile, deceitful Heart?

72

When will my sweet Release be sign'd,

84

Where is the understanding Heart,

48

Where shall I go but to my Lord,

81

Who is this heavenly Person, who

78

Why does this Room so often prove

131

Why should the Dread of sinful Man

42

Why Jonah, does thine Anger rise?

69

Why, O my Soul, these gloomy Fears?

64

Why thus cast down, my Soul?

102

Will God be merciful to me,

55

Without the Aid of sovereign Grace,

128

Ye highly-favour'd, who profess

52

 

Meditations

 

But why, my Soul, so much dispos'd to grieve?

146

Come, Jesus, thou Desire of Nations come!

163

How active, O how num'rous are my Thoughts!

161

How did the heavenly multitude rejoice,

138

I thank thee, O my Father and my God,

141

O solemn Thought! Weak Man is born to die

144

O Blessed Words and welcome to my Soul!

160

The TIME IS SHORT:--How awful is the Sound!

142

Thus the Apostles pray'd: and, O my Soul,

159

Up to the eternal Hills I lift mine Eyes,

152

Why am I not consign'd to endless Woe?

140

Why Sin hast thou deprav'd my Nature thus?

148

While I am call'd to reason, Lord, with Thee,

150

Who would not fear thee, O thou King of Saints!

154

With Thee, Thou great I AM, Thou Just and Wise,

156

What manly Courage, what undaunted Zeal

158