Alphabetical Index of the First Lines of the Psalms, referring to the Pages.
And will the great eternal God
Approach ye piously dispos'd
Arise, my tender thoughts, arise
As pants the hart for cooling streams
As showers on meadows newly mown
Attend, O earth, when God declares
Awake, my soul, to hymns of praise
Awake, ye saints, to praise your King
Awake, ye tempests, and his fame
BEFORE Jehovah's awful throne
Before the hills in order stood
Begin, my soul, th' exalted lay
Behold, O God, how cruel foes
Behold the corner stone
Behold the fool, whose heart denies
Behold the love, the generous love
Behold the morning sun
Behold the rising dawn appear
Beneath God's terrors doom'd to groan
Beneath my God's protecting arm
Bless God, O my soul
Bless, O my soul, the living God
Blest are the sons of
Blest are the souls who hear and know
Blest is the man who fears the Lord
Blest is the man whose tender care
Blest is the man who shuns the place
COME, let our souls address the Lord
Come, O ye saints, your voices raise
Come sound his praise abroad
Consider all my sorrows, Lord
DAVID rejoic'd in God his strength
Deep in our hearts let us record
Descend from heaven, almighty Lord
EARLY my God, without delay
FAIREST of all the lights above
Far from our friends and country dear
Father, I bless thy gentle hand
Father, I sing thy wondrous grace
Firm was my health, my day was bright
Fools in their hearts believe and say
For ever shall my song record
For thee, O God, our constant praise
From age to age exalt his name
From deep distress and troubled thoughts 193
From thee, great Lord of life and death
From Zion's hill my help descends
GIVE ear, ye children, to my law
Give thanks to God, he reigns above
Give thanks to God, invoke his name
Give to the Lord, ye sons of fame
Give to our God immortal praise
God in the great assembly stands
God is our refuge in distress
God is the Lord, the heavenly King
God, my supporter and my hope
God of eternal love
God of my life, whose bounteous care
God of our strength, to thee we cry
God's perfect law converts the soul
Great is the Lord our God
Great is the Lord, our souls adore
Great God, attend my humble call
Great God, attend while Zion sings
Great God indulge my humble claim
Great God, our haughty foes repel
Great God, the heaven's well order'd frame 31
Great God, while nature speaks thy praise 214
Great God, whose universal sway
Great Ruler of the earth and skies
Great Shepherd of thine Israel
HAD not the Lord, may Israel say
Happy the nation where the Lord
Hear, O my God, with pity hear
Hear what the Lord in vision said
Help, Lord, for men of virtue fail
He's blest whose sins have pardon gain'd
High in the heavens, eternal God
How blest are they who always keep
How does my heart rejoice
How long, O Lord, shall wicked men
How long wilt thou conceal thy face
How often have our restless foes
JESUS shall reign where'er the sun
If God to build the house deny
I'll praise my Maker with my breath
In all my vast concerns with thee
In anger, Lord, rebuke me not
Incumbent on the bending sky
Indulgent God, with pitying eye
In God, most holy just and true
In Judah God of old was known
Is there ambition in my heart
I set the Lord before my face
It is the Lord our Maker's hand
Judge me, O God, and prove my ways
I waited patient for the Lord
LET all the earth their voices raise
Let all the heathen writers join
Let all the various tribes of men
Let God arise in all his might
Let heathens to their idols haste
Let sinners take their course
Let Zion and her sons rejoice
Lift your voice and thankful sing
Lord, hast thou cast the nation off
Lord, I have made thy word my choice
Lord, in the morning thou shalt hear
Lord, in thy great, thy glorious name
Lord, let our humble cry
Lord of the worlds above
Lord, should I count thy mercies o'er
Lord, should'st thou call us to thy bar
Lord, thou hast seen my soul sincere
Lord, what a feeble piece
Lord, what a thoughtless wretch was I
Lord, what was man when made at first
Lord, we thy wondrous praise proclaim
Lord, when I call make haste to hear
Lord, when thou didst ascend on high
Lord, where shall guilty souls retire
Lord, who's the happy man that may
MAKER and sovereign Lord
My God, how many are my fears
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