ALPHABETICAL INDEX OF THE FIRST LINES OF THE PSALMS, REFERRING TO THE PAGES.
LMIGHTY Father, gracious Lord Almighty Ruler of the fkies
Among the gods there's none like thee And will the God of grace
And will the great eternal God Aproach, ye piously dispos'd Arife, my tender thoughts, arife As pants the hart for cooling ftreams As thowers on meadows newly mown Attend, O earth, when God declares Awake, my foul, to hymns of praise Awake, ye faints, to praife your King Awake, ye tempefts, and his fame DEFORE Jehovah's awful throne Before the hills in order flood
Begin, my foul, th' exalted lay
Behold, O God, how cruel foes
Behold the fool, whofe heart denies
Beneath my God's protecting arm
Beneath God's terrors doom'd to groan
Behold the love, the generous love
Behold the morning fun.
Behold the rifing dawn appear
Blefs God, O my foul
Blefs, O my foul, the living God Bleft are the fons of peace
Bleft are the fouls who hear and know Bleft is the man who fears the Lord Bleft is the man whofe tender care Bleft is the man who fhuns the place
YOME let our fouls addrefs the Lord
Come, O ye faints, your voices raife Come found his praise abroad Confider all my forrows, Lord
AVID rejoic'd in God his ftrength
D Deep in our hearts let us record
Defcend from heav'n, almighty Lord
EARLY my God, without delay
AIREST of all the lights above
Far from our friends and country dear 200
Father, I blefs thy gentle hand
Father, I fing thy wond'rous grace
Firm was my health, my day was bright Fools in their hearts believe and fay
Forever fhall my fong record
For thee, O God, our conftant praise From age to age exalt his name
From deep diftrefs and troubled thoughts From thee, great Lord of life and death From Zion's hill my help defcends
IVE ear, ye children, to my law
Gr Give thanks to God, he reigns above 15
Give thanks to God, invoke his name
Give to the Lord, ye fons of fame
Give to our God immortal praise God in the great affembly ftands God is our refuge in distress
God is the Lord, the heavenly King God, my fupporter and my hope
God of eternal love
God of my life, whofe bounteous care God of our strength, to thee we cry God's perfect law converts the foul Great is the Lord our God
Great is the Lord, our fouls adore
Great God, attend my humble call
Great God, attend while Zion fings Great God, indulge my humble claim. Great God, our haughty foes repel Great God, the heavens well ordered frame Great God, while nature fpeaks thy praife Great God, whofe univerfal fway Great Ruler of the earth and fkies. Great Shepherd of thine Ifrael
AD not the Lord, may Ifrael fay Happy the nation where the Lord
Hear, O my God, with pity hear
Hear what the Lord in vifion faid Help, Lord, for men of virtue fail He's bleft whofe fins have pardon gain'd High in the heavens, eternal God How bleft are they who always keep How does my heart rejoice
How long, O Lord, fhall wicked men How long wilt thou conceal thy face How often have our refilefs foes
ESUS fhall reign where'er the fun If God to build the houfe deny I'll praife my Maker with my breath In all my vaft concerns with thee In anger, Lord, rebuke me not Incumbent on the bending sky Indulgent God, with pitying eye
In God, most holy juft and true In Judah God of old was known Is there ambition in my heart I fet the Lord before my face It is the Lord cur Maker's hand
Judge me, O God, and prove my ways I waited patient for the Lord
ET all the earth their voices raife
Let all the heathen writers join Fet all the various tribes of men Let every creature join
Let God arife in all his might Let heathens to their idols hafte Let finners take their courie Let Zion and her fons rejoice Lift your voice and thankful fing Lord, haft thou caft the nation off Lord, I have made thy word my choice Lord, in the morning thou halt hear Lord, in thy great, thy glorious namę Lord, let our humble cry Lord of the worlds above Lord, fhould I count thy mercies o'er Lord, fhould't thou call us to thy bar Lord, thou haft feen my foul fincere Lord, what a feeble piece
Lord, what a thoughtlefs wretch was I Lord, what was man when made at firft Lord, we thy wond'rous praife proclaim Lord, when I call make hafte to hear Lord, when thou didst afcend on high Lord, where fhall guilty fouls retire Lord, who's the happy man that may AKER and fov'reign Lord
My God, how many are my fears
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