PSALMS AND HYMNS FOR PUBLIC WORSHIP. SELECTED FOR THE USE OF THE PARISH CHURCHES OF ISLINGTTON. LONDON: SOLD BY JOSEPH AMBRIDGE, ADVERTISEMENT. THE Psalms and Hymns contained in this volume have been selected by the united labours of the Clergy of the Parish of Islington, from various approved Collections. The Editors cannot but express their obligation to the Rev. H. F. LYTE, for permitting them to enrich their Selection with several Psalms extracted from his original Versions of the Psalms of David *. It has been the endeavour of the Editors to give the Hymns in their original forms: though it has been difficult, and often impossible, to ascertain the authentic versions, amidst the numerous varieties which have appeared. In a few cases, also, alterations, which appeared to have been so generally adopted as to have acquired the character "The Spirit of the Psalms, or the Psaims of David adapted to Christian Worship, by the Rev. H. F. Lyte, M.A., Minister of Lower Brixham." . ADVERTISEMENT. of established emendations, have been admitted. A systematic arrangement of the Hymns has been adopted, together with Titles and appropriate Texts for each Hymn, in the hope of assisting those who desire to "sing with the understanding:" (1 Cor. xiv. 15.) The Editors humbly trust and pray that the Collection thus prepared by them, for the use of their Congregations, may be blessed by the Great Head of the Church, as a means of animating and leading the adoration of His worshippers; and of thus advancing the edification of that "Church which He purchased with His own blood." All people that on earth do dwell... 58 All praise to thee, my God, this night 242 Almighty Father! God of grace! 235 Almighty God, in humble prayer.. 221 Almighty God! thy word is cast. 267 Almighty Maker of my frame. 24 And dost thou say, "Ask what thou wilt"!. 220 And now, my soul, another year Approach, my soul, the mercy-seat Arise, O King of Grace, arise Arise, ye saints, arise!... Arm of the Lord! awake, awake! As pants the hart for cooling streams. As the sun's enliv'ning eye... As when the weary trav'ller gains. Awake, and sing the song. Awake, my soul, and with the sun Awake, my soul, stretch every nerve..... Awake our souls, away our fears Awake, ye saints, and raise your eyes... 239 116 215 82 206 180 175 26 189 245 168 241 . 203 203 239 255 Beset with snares on every hand.... 223 101 187 |
