Francis Hopkinson

Francis Hopkinson
Short Name: Francis Hopkinson
Full Name: Hopkinson, Francis, 1737-1791
Birth Year: 1737
Death Year: 1791

Francis Hopkinson; grad. College of Philadelphia with master’s degree; studied law and passed Pa. bar; opened conveyancer’s office in Philadelphia; musical and literary talent; prolific writer who frequently used pen name, A. B.

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Against all those that strive with me, Assert my right, and set me freeFrancis Hopkinson (Adapter)1
As pants the Hart for cooling Streams, When heated in the Chace (Hopkinson)Francis Hopkinson (Adapter)1
Bless GOD, ye Servants that attend Upon the Lord's most solemn stateFrancis Hopkinson (Adapter)1
Blest is he, who fears the LordFrancis Hopkinson (Author)1
Blest is the man, to whom the God of heavenFrancis Hopkinson (Adapter)1
From distant times thou hast remainedFrancis Hopkinson (Adapter)1
From lowest depths of woe, To God I sent my cry (Hopkinson)Francis Hopkinson (Adapter)1
From my Youth up, may Israel sayFrancis Hopkinson (Adapter)1
Give ear, thou Judge of all the earth, And listen when to thee I pray (Hopkinson)Francis Hopkinson (Adapter)1
God in the great assembly sitsFrancis Hopkinson (Adapter)1
God is our refuge in distress, A present help when dangers press (Hopkinson)Francis Hopkinson (Adapter)1
God spake these words, O Israel, hearFrancis Hopkinson (Author)1
Had not the Lord, may Israel say, Been kindly pleased to interposeFrancis Hopkinson (Adapter)1
Hail, Columbia! happy land!Francis Hopkinson (Author)35
Have mercy, Lord, on me, For thou my Judge shalt beFrancis Hopkinson (Adapter)1
Hear, O my people, to my law, Your most devout Attention lendFrancis Hopkinson (Adapter)1
Heil, Columbia, gluecklich' LandFrancis Hopkinson (Author)3
He's blest whose tender careFrancis Hopkinson (Adapter)1
Hold not thy Peace O Lord, our God! Do thou no longer silent beFrancis Hopkinson (Adapter)1
How blest is he who ne'er consents to walkFrancis Hopkinson (Adapter)1
How long shall I repineFrancis Hopkinson (Adapter)1
How long shall thy fierce anger burnFrancis Hopkinson (Adapter)1
How many, Lord, there beFrancis Hopkinson (Adapter)1
How vast must their Advantage be, How very great their pleasure proveFrancis Hopkinson (Adapter)1
I waited meekly for the Lord, Who heard my mournful cryFrancis Hopkinson (Adapter)1
In thee I put my steadfast trust, Lord, let me not be put to shameFrancis Hopkinson (Adapter)1
In thee, O Lord, my hope I placeFrancis Hopkinson (Adapter)1
In vain, O man of lawless powerFrancis Hopkinson (Adapter)1
Judge thou my cause, O GodFrancis Hopkinson (Adapter)1
Just Judge of Heav'n, against my Foes Do thou assert my rightFrancis Hopkinson (Adapter)1
Let all the just with one consentFrancis Hopkinson (Adapter)1
Let all the lands, Jehovah blessingFrancis Hopkinson (Author)1
Let David, Lord, for evermoreFrancis Hopkinson (Adapter)1
Lord, hear my cry, regard my pray'r, Which I, oppressed with heavy Grief (Hopkinson)Francis Hopkinson (Adapter)1
Lord, hear my prayer, and to my cry (Hopkinson)Francis Hopkinson (Adapter)1
LORD, hear the Voice of my Complaint, And to my humble paryer give earFrancis Hopkinson (Adapter)1
Lord save me, for thy glorious Name, In thy resistless strength appearFrancis Hopkinson (Adapter)1
Lord, thou hast granted to thy land, The favors we so long imploredFrancis Hopkinson (Adapter)1
Lord, who shall to thy courts repairFrancis Hopkinson (Adapter)1
Lord, with thy wonted mercy hearFrancis Hopkinson (Adapter)1
My chearful mind a good design shall frameFrancis Hopkinson (Author)1
My God! my God! why leavest thou me, When I in anguish call on thee? (Hopkinson)Francis Hopkinson (Adapter)1
My soul doth magnify The Lord, who reigns on highFrancis Hopkinson (Author)1
My soul for help on God relies, On God, who daily strength suppliesFrancis Hopkinson (Adapter)1
My soul her song shall raiseFrancis Hopkinson (Adapter)1
O give thanks unto the Lord, To his Name due praise afford!Francis Hopkinson (Adapter)1
O God, my heart is fully bent, To magnify thy glorious NameFrancis Hopkinson (Adapter)1
O God, preserve me, I on thee dependFrancis Hopkinson (Adapter)1
O Lord, how lovely is the placeFrancis Hopkinson (Adapter)1
O Lord, I am not proud of heart, Nor do I cast a scornful eyeFrancis Hopkinson (Adapter)1
O Lord, our God, how great art thouFrancis Hopkinson (Adapter)1
O Lord, the Rock of my defenceFrancis Hopkinson (Adapter)1
O praise the Lord, ye nations roundFrancis Hopkinson (Adapter)1
O render thanks and bless the Lord, Invoke his ever sacred name (Hopkinson)Francis Hopkinson (Adapter)1
O sing unto the Lord, Him let the righteous praiseFrancis Hopkinson (Adapter)1
O 'twas a joyful sound to hear Our numerous tribes devoutly sayFrancis Hopkinson (Adapter)1
Our Father, who in heaven art, The Spirit of prayer to us impartFrancis Hopkinson (Author)1
Our fathers, Lord, repeatedlyFrancis Hopkinson (Adapter)1
Praise God in that bless'd placeFrancis Hopkinson (Adapter)1
Praise the Lord with one consentFrancis Hopkinson (Adapter)1
Preserve me, Lord, from crafty Foes, Of base and treacherous intentFrancis Hopkinson (Author)1
Resolv'd to watch o'er all my Ways, I strove to keep my Tongue in AweFrancis Hopkinson (Adapter)1
Save me O God from floods that rollFrancis Hopkinson (Adapter)1
Since in the Lord my hope secure is placedFrancis Hopkinson (Adapter)1
Sure wicked fools, devoid of shameFrancis Hopkinson (Adapter)1
The fullness which the world affordsFrancis Hopkinson (Adapter)1
The heathen hosts, O GodFrancis Hopkinson (Adapter)1
The Heav'ns declare thy Glory, LORD, Which that, and that alone can fill (Hopkinson)Francis Hopkinson (Adapter)1
The King, O LORD! with Songs of Praise (Hopkinson)Francis Hopkinson (Adapter)1
The Lord himself doth condescendFrancis Hopkinson (Author)2
The Lord himself is KingFrancis Hopkinson (Adapter)1
The LORD, the only GOD is greatFrancis Hopkinson (Adapter)1
The wicked Fools must sure supposeFrancis Hopkinson (Adapter)1
Though wicked Men grow rich or great (Hopkinson)Francis Hopkinson (Adapter)1
Through all the scenes of lifeFrancis Hopkinson (Adapter)1
Thy dreadful anger, Lord, restrain, Nor let thy Wrath on me remainFrancis Hopkinson (Adapter)1
Thy mercies, Lord, shall be my themeFrancis Hopkinson (Adapter)1
Thy mercy, Lord, to me extend, Against my foes my life defendFrancis Hopkinson (Adapter)1
Thy wonted mercy, Lord, to me extendFrancis Hopkinson (Adapter)1
To God be endless praise addressedFrancis Hopkinson (Adapter)1
To God I lift my heart and voiceFrancis Hopkinson (Adapter)1
To God I raised my mournful voiceFrancis Hopkinson (Author)1
To God my loud complaints I madeFrancis Hopkinson (Adapter)1
To GOD, our never failing Strength, With glad Applauses, loudly singFrancis Hopkinson (Adapter)1
To God your grateful voices raise, Who does your patron prove (Hopkinson)Francis Hopkinson (Adapter)1
To my complaint thine ear inclineFrancis Hopkinson (Adapter)1
To my just Plea and sad Complaint (Hopkinson)Francis Hopkinson (Adapter)1
To Sion's Hill I lift my eyesFrancis Hopkinson (Adapter)1
To thee, my God and KingFrancis Hopkinson (Adapter)1
To thee, my GOD and Saviour, I (Hopkinson)Francis Hopkinson (Adapter)1
To thee, O God, we render praise From Sion, thy blest seatFrancis Hopkinson (Adapter)1
To thee, O God, we render praise, To thee, with daily thanks repair (Hopkinson)Francis Hopkinson (Adapter)1
To thee, O Lord, my cries ascend, O hasten thou to my relief (Hopkinson)Francis Hopkinson (Adapter)1
We build with fruitless toil and costFrancis Hopkinson (Adapter)1
When I pour out my Soul in Pray'r, Do thou, O Lord, incline thine Ear (Hopkinson)Francis Hopkinson (Adapter)1
When Zion's God her mournful sonsFrancis Hopkinson (Adapter)1
Who hath his dwelling made, beneath th' Almighty's shadeFrancis Hopkinson (Adapter)1
Who place on Zion's God their trust, Like Zion's lofty rock shall standFrancis Hopkinson (Adapter)1
Whom should I fear, since God to me Is saving health and glorious Light (Hopkinson)Francis Hopkinson (Adapter)1
Why dost thou now withdraw thy presence, LordFrancis Hopkinson (Adapter)1
With ever restless, and ungoverned rageFrancis Hopkinson (Adapter)1
With heart and voice in one accordFrancis Hopkinson (Adapter)1
With joint consent let all the world attendFrancis Hopkinson (Adapter)1
With my whole Heart, my GOD and King, Thy worthy praise I will proclaim (Hopkinson)Francis Hopkinson (Adapter)1
With new made songs, let God be praisedFrancis Hopkinson (Adapter)1
Ye people, clap your handsFrancis Hopkinson (Adapter)1
Ye realms of joy, your Maker's fameFrancis Hopkinson (Adapter)1



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