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New Version of the Psalms of David

Author: Reverend Thomas Cradock
Publisher: Printed by Jonas Green, Annapolis, 1756
Denomination: Episcopal Church
Language: English
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IBlest is the man, whose honest soul disdainsTextPage Scan
IIWhat desp'rate madness strikes the heathen? SayTextPage Scan
IIIHow num'rous, Lord, how strong, how powerful theyTextPage Scan
IVAll-clement God, that know'st my honest MindTextPage Scan
VAll-pow'rful Lord, thy suppliant servant hearTextPage Scan
VIWhile lasts thy dread resentment! Lord, forbearTextPage Scan
VIIO Lord my God, whom my defence I've madeTextPage Scan
VIIIO dread Jehovah! glorious is thy nameTextPage Scan
IXWith heart sincere, thy praise, O Lord, I'll singTextPage Scan
XO gracious God, why standest thou afar?TextPage Scan
XII on the Lord with confidence relyTextPage Scan
XIIO Lord, assist; for faith, for honour's flownTextPage Scan
XIIIHow long wilt thou my troubled soul neglectTextPage Scan
XIVThe impious atheist, in his folly proudTextPage Scan
XVWho in thy glorious temple, Lord, shall dwellTextPage Scan
XVIPreserve me, Lord--on thy blest pow'r reliesTextPage Scan
XVIIDo thou, just God, a just man's pray'r attendTextPage Scan
XVIIIO Sov'reign Lord, whom my support I proveTextPage Scan
XIXThe spacious firmament, that hangs on highTextPage Scan
XXWhen troubles him thee round, when foes distressTextPage Scan
XXISav'd by thy hand, triumphant in thy pow'rTextPage Scan
XXIIWhy does my God forsake me? will no moreTextPage Scan
XXIIIThe bounteous Lord my pastures shall prepareTextPage Scan
XXIVThe spacious earth, and what the earth containsTextPage Scan
XXVTo thee alone, O sov'reign Lord, I cryTextPage Scan
XXVITo thee, O sov'reign father, I appealTextPage Scan
XXVIIMy light, my great salvation is the LordTextPage Scan
XXVIIIO thou supreme, that rulest over allTextPage Scan
XXIXYe mighty potentates, enthron'd on highTextPage Scan
XXXIn hymns of praise will I employ my tongueTextPage Scan
XXXIIn thee, O God, my constant trust I placeTextPage Scan
XXXIIThrice happy he, whose sins his God forgivesTextPage Scan
XXXIIIO all ye good, who heav'n-born justice loveTextPage Scan
XXXIVWhilst life, great God, thou giv'st me to enjoyTextPage Scan
XXXVMy injur'd cause, my great protector, pleadTextPage Scan
XXXVICurst with deceitful joy his sottich heartTextPage Scan
XXXVIIWhen impious men in worldly splendor liveTextPage Scan
XXXVIIIMe, Lord, not in thy dreadful wrath, correctTextPage Scan
XXXIXWhile foes assail'd me round, I bravely saidTextPage Scan
XLWhen swelling foes, elated with their prideTextPage Scan
XLIBlest is the man, who'll not the poor despiseTextPage Scan
XLIIAs pants the hart to taste the limpid floodTextPage Scan
XLIIIMy great avenger thou, O Lord, to theeTextPage Scan
XLIVThy glorious deeds, thy mercies, Lord, of oldTextPage Scan
XLVA glorious theme my raptur'd heart inspiresTextPage Scan
XLVIOur refuge and our strength is heav'n's high GodTextPage Scan
XLVIIClap your glad hands, ye people all, rejoiceTextPage Scan
XLVIIIGreat is the Lord; most worthy he of praiseTextPage Scan
XLIXHowe'er dispers'd, ye various nations, hearTextPage Scan
LThe mighty God, whom heav'ns and earth obeyTextPage Scan
LIO God of mercy, view my pleading tearsTextPage Scan
LIIWhy boast'st thou, tyrant, thy high crimes aloud?TextPage Scan
LIIIThe impious atheist, in his folly proudTextPage Scan
LIVSave me, my God; protect me from the foeTextPage Scan
LVMy earnest pray'r, O heav'nly father, hearTextPage Scan
LVILo! how restless foes my life pursue!TextPage Scan
LVIITo thee, good God, I ev'ry blessing oweTextPage Scan
LVIIIYe sages, plac'd on judgment's awful seatTextPage Scan
LIXO sov'reign father, view my stubborn foesTextPage Scan
LXOffended with our crimes, O holy GodTextPage Scan
LXIAll-clement God, attend my earnest cryTextPage Scan
LXIIMy soul rests only on her mighty GodTextPage Scan
LXIIIMy God, at early dawn to thee I'll cryTextPage Scan
LXIVMy foes assault me with relentless hateTextPage Scan
LXVIn Sion's sacred fane the joyous layTextPage Scan
LXVIYe scatter'd nations, sing in tuneful laysTextPage Scan
LXVIILord, on thy people let thy mercy shineTextPage Scan
LXVIIIRise, sov'reign Lord, in all thy terrors riseTextPage Scan
LXIXBenign O hear me; save me, gracious GodTextPage Scan
LXXTo thee, in my distress, I prostrate fallTextPage Scan
LXXIIn thee, all-clement God, my hopes I placeTextPage Scan
LXXIILet me, good God, my righteous suit obtainTextPage Scan
LXXIIIHis mercies to the good will heav'n ensureTextPage Scan
LXXIVHow long, O Lord, will thy dread anger hold?TextPage Scan
LXXVTo thee, O God, in songs of joy we'll raiseTextPage Scan
LXXVITo fancied gods while all the nations bendTextPage Scan
LXXVIITo thee, O Lord, I made my humble pray'rTextPage Scan
LXXVIIIYe sons of Israel, faithful tribes, attendTextPage Scan
LXXIXThou sov'reign Lord, that fill's the earth with dreadTextPage Scan
LXXXO thou (between the cherubims thy throne)TextPage Scan
LXXXIIn loftiest strains address the mighty GodTextPage Scan
LXXXIIIn vain perversely, princes, you surmiseTextPage Scan
LXXXIIINo more be still, just God; no more delayTextPage Scan
LXXXIVHow glorious, Lord, thy temple? what desiresTextPage Scan
LXXXVTho' oft, O Lord, we've felt thy heavy wrathTextPage Scan
LXXXVITo thee, good God, in my distress I pleadTextPage Scan
LXXXVII'Bove all our cities does bright Sion proveTextPage Scan
LXXXVIIIO thou, on whose blest mercy I relyTextPage Scan
LXXXIXThe glorious subject of my tuneful songTextPage Scan
XCAlmighty Lord, e'er since the world beganTextPage Scan
XCITo heav'n who trust his fortunes and his lifeTextPage Scan
XCIIWhat nobler subject can the soul employTextPage Scan
XCIIIThe mighty Lord, the great Jehovah reignsTextPage Scan
XCIVCome forth, O thou, whose dread avenging armTextPage Scan
XCVApproach, ye tribes; with one according voiceTextPage Scan
XCVIIn loftiest strains our sov'reign Lord adoreTextPage Scan
XCVIIOur sov'reign Lord has universal swayTextPage Scan
XCVIIIThe Lord Jehovah sing; in noblest laysTextPage Scan
XCIXReigns great Jehovah; let the people fearTextPage Scan
CYe nations all, howe'er dispers'd abroadTextPage Scan

[This hymnal has not been proofed - data may be incomplete or incorrect]
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