Introits: or Ante-Communion Psalms for the Sundays and Holy Days Throughout the Year

Editor: John Henry Alexander
Publisher: Lindsay & Blakiston, Philadelphia, 1844
Denomination: Protestant Episcopal Church
Language: English
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13Wanderers with all frail desiresPage Scan
15Alas that in the desert-tentsPage Scan
17O righteous God, to thee we comePage Scan
19Soon as the eastern skyPage Scan
21Sing to the Lord a song, newest, sweetestPage Scan
23Slow glide the lengthening shadows from the hillPage Scan
25God's goodness dureth day by dayPage Scan
27Lord, from thy seat in heavenPage Scan
29O God, on thine inheritancePage Scan
31See, how the evening shadows lengthenPage Scan
33Pray for Jerusalem!Page Scan
35Sing to the Lord, and praise his namePage Scan
37How long, O Lord, wilt thou forgetPage Scan
39From thy calm, holy thronePage Scan
41Lord, who in thine house shall dwellPage Scan
43Whence come those heathen firesPage Scan
45O church of God, whose lingering pacePage Scan
47Firmly on thee stayedPage Scan
49Who shall see thee, when thou comest in gloryPage Scan
51Sweet voices and calm shadesPage Scan
53O Lord, rebuke me not in thy fierce wrathPage Scan
55Lonely hours and slow, when far from theePage Scan
57Deep in my heart a lonely sorrow dwellsPage Scan
59Not lightly can I touch the harpPage Scan
61O refuge of the weary soulPage Scan
63Voices fierce assail me, LordPage Scan
65No distance parts from thee my prayerPage Scan
67My God, my God, why hast thou me forsakenPage Scan
69Shadows of the gravePage Scan
71Lord, gathering at thy shrine todayPage Scan
73Why, as life older growsPage Scan
75Now our Lenten fast is overPage Scan
77Who, Lord, is like to theePage Scan
79Blest alone is hePage Scan
81As one, who from some tree-crowned hillPage Scan
83Vain hopes, that struggle madly in my breastPage Scan
85Lord, make us see thee ever nighPage Scan
87The social swallows unafraidPage Scan
89God has gone up with a merry noisePage Scan
91Quick roll the booming surges on the shorePage Scan
93Thou, who framedst this goodly worldPage Scan
95Be joyful in the Lord, ye landsPage Scan
97O God, when wilt thou comePage Scan
99Not only from each cloistered pilePage Scan
101What tone so lingers on the Psalmist's harpPage Scan
103O thou to whom the morning dewPage Scan
105Lone pilgrim on a weary roadPage Scan
107Watching as the day grows dimPage Scan
109Lord, teach us how to follow theePage Scan
111O home where sweetest thoughts did dwellPage Scan
113Pilgrim songs, how sweet their measures comePage Scan
115Marked with thy cross in holy fontPage Scan
117'Tis sweet, the summer storm now donePage Scan
119Fashioned by thee, each nature-giftPage Scan
121Lord, who knowest all my heartPage Scan
123Wouldst thou, afflicted heart, once strive to scanPage Scan
125He learns their truth, who keeps my wordsPage Scan
127Lo morning slumbers longPage Scan
129Sinful thoughts departPage Scan
131From early dawn I sought thy wayPage Scan
133Surrounded by God's marvels highPage Scan
135Righteous art thou, LordPage Scan
137With my whole heart I cryPage Scan
139Decaying year!Page Scan
141Calm peace, without, withinPage Scan
143Long years O God that I all wildly strayingPage Scan
145If thou, O Lord, with presence readyPage Scan
147The purple morning brightly gleamsPage Scan
149Why, all this midnight care and early toilPage Scan
151O weary heart that oft hast lostPage Scan
153Doubts of thy ProvidencePage Scan
155Light in the gloomy heartPage Scan
157Ye who in night and dimness standPage Scan
159Deliver me, O Lord, according to thy wordPage Scan
161Lord, let me not high minded bePage Scan
163Lord, listen to my prayerPage Scan
165How sweet, to see the brotherhoodPage Scan
167Lord, who hearest every tone of sorrowPage Scan
169Searching mid the times long pastPage Scan
171A shadow flitting on the wallPage Scan
173O praise the Lord of HeavenPage Scan
175He, who will seekPage Scan
177To publicans and sinners, does your LordPage Scan
179Bless, children of the Lord, his namePage Scan
181O saddest hour, when in a stranger-landPage Scan
183We'll end the psalmist's sacred laysPage Scan
185Strike the harp againPage Scan
187O, fitful gleams of hidden streamsPage Scan
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