Hymns and Hymn Tunes in the English Metrical Psalters

Editor: Edna Parks
Publisher: Coleman Ross, New York, 1966
Language: English
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d401Lord, may we feel no anxious care
d402Lord, now my sleep does me forsake
d403Lord! on this day, thou didst bestow
d404Lord, our fathers found redress
d405Lord, plant my fear before my eyes
d406Lord, plant my fears within my breast
d407Lord, plead my cause, and right my wrong
d408Lord, purge my heart, and clense my hand
d409Lord, purge my soul, that I may learn
d410Lord, right my wrongs, and plead my right
d411Lord, rise in power within my heart
d412Lord, save me from my foes; make void
d413Lord, season my unsavory spirit
d414Lord, should the sun, the clouds, the wind
d415Lord, should we oft forget to sing
d416Lord, shouldst thou punish every sin
d417Lord, since there must be always foes
d418Lord, teach me to renown thy name
d419Lord, teach me wisely to contemn
d420Lord, teach my heart to walk upright
d421Lord, teach my humble eyes the art
d422Lord, teach my reins, that in the night
d423Lord, teach our loyal hearts to build
d424Lord, teach us timely how to pray
d425Lord, that, there might no vacant place
d426Lord, thou hast fil'd our hearts with joy
d427Lord, thou hast given to us
d428Lord, thou hast overcome
d429Lord, thou hast told us that there be
d430Lord, thou that hoardst thy grace for those
d431Lord, thou that madst me, and dost pry
d432Lord, thou that underneath thy wing
d433Lord, thou whose equal hand allays
d434Lord, thou whose mercies do exceed
d435Lord, thou whose mercies fail not those
d436Lord, thou wilt love me, Wilt thou not
d437Lord, though I murmur not, at thee
d438Lord, though we feel the bitter taste
d439Lord, 'tis enough, at lenth I own
d440Lord, we again lift up our eyes
d441Lord, we are captives, and we bow
d442Lord, we are several members joined
d443Lord, what a pleasant life were this
d444Lord, what am I without thy love
d445Lord, what is man that lump of sin
d446Lord, what is man? Why should he cost you
d447Lord, when a nation thee offends
d448Lord, when my grief shall find a tongue
d449Lord, when those glorious lights I see
d450Lord, when we call to mind these things
d451Lord, who hast formed me out of mud
d452Lord, who shall dwell above with thee
d453Lord, with what bounty and rare clemency
d454Lord! with what zeal, did Stephen breath
d455Man's life a sign, a groan, a cry
d456My God and King, to thee
d457My God, full tears are all the diet
d458My God, had I my breath from thee
d459My God, he is the God of grace
d460My God, how gracious art thou, I had slipped
d461My God, how kind, how good art thou
d462My God, I'm wounded by my sin
d463My God, my God, my light, my love
d464My God, thy mercies so abound
d465My God, to thee ourselves we owe
d466My God, whose fear drives fear away
d467My grandame Eve, I curst not Lord
d468My heart, why art thou sad
d469My hope and those endeavors now
d470My Jesus is gone up to heaven
d471My Jesus, thou that wert no less
d472My joy, my life, my crown
d473My little bird how canst thou sit
d474My Lord at eight days old began to bleed
d475My Lord, my God, I once could sing
d476My Lord, O I can speak no more without a groan
d477My Lord, what have I brought thee home
d478My love, my life, my dear, my all
d479My sins are like the sands upon the shore
d480My sins are like the stares, within the skies
d481My soul doth pant towards Thee
d482My soul, my soul I feel, I feel is vexed
d483My soul, O God, doth now confess
d484My soul, what dost thou here
d485My soul, what's all this world to thee
d486My soul, why dost thou linger so
d487Never weather-beaten sail more willing bent to share
d488Never yet could careless sleep
d489Nigh to the fatal, and yet sovereign wood
d490Night forbear; alas, our praise
d491No bliss can so contenting prove
d492No doubt but she that had the grace
d493No earthly terror, Lord can make
d494No man hath seen thee, Father! but he who
d495No songs of triumph now be sung
d496No time, to trifle forth, in waste
d497Not in a mean degree
d498Not in rich furniture, or fine array
d499Now are the times, these are the days
d500Now, glad and happy may I be

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