Six centuries of select hymns and spiritual songs collected out of the Holy Bible together with a catechism, the canticles, and a catalogue of vertuous women / by William Barton.

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Six centuries of select hymns and spiritual songs collected out of the Holy Bible together with a catechism, the canticles, and a catalogue of vertuous women / by William Barton.
Author
Barton, William, 1598?-1678.
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London :: Printed by J. Heptinstall for William Cooper ...,
1688.
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Bible. -- O.T. -- Song of Solomon -- Paraphrases, English.
Hymns, English.
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"Six centuries of select hymns and spiritual songs collected out of the Holy Bible together with a catechism, the canticles, and a catalogue of vertuous women / by William Barton." In the digital collection Early English Books Online. https://name.umdl.umich.edu/A26725.0001.001. University of Michigan Library Digital Collections. Accessed June 16, 2024.

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HYMN 334. (Psalm 23.)

Argument.
God's the good Shepherd of our lives and souls, No danger need we fear nor foes controlls.
Have mercy, &c.
THE Lord my shepherd is, and he that doth me feed, Since he is mine and I am his what comfort can I need. He makes me to lie down on tender pasture grass, Then to the streams he leads me on where waters gently pass.
And when I go astray he doth my soul reclaim, Conducting me in the right way for his most holy name. Yea though the paths I trod in deaths dark vale should be, would not fear, for there's my God a staff of strength to me.

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Thou mak'st me sit and dine, even in my enemies sight, My head with Oyl, my cup with Wine run over day and night. Thy goodness sure, and grace shall measure all my days, And thy house be my dwelling place, to give thee endless praise.
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