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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HYMN 367. (2. METRE)

Argument.
He cheers his soul in God's free love, And Comforts flowing from above.
Give Laud, &c.

Psalm 43.

[verse 1] MY judgment, Lord, maintain, and plead my needfull case, Against a Nation vain, and destitute of grace. O save thou me From men unjust, and such as trust in treachery.
[verse 2] For thou art my support, my God, my strength and stay: Why seem'st thou n such sort to cast me clean away? Why do I go So mournfully, oppressed by my cruel foe?

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[verse 3] O Lord send out thy light, send out thy word most true; And let them lead me right, and let them bring me to Thy holy Hill, That dwelling place where thy sweet grace abideth still.
[verse 4] And then, O Lord, will I unto thine Altar go, To God my wondrous joy, from whom my comforts flow. There I'le give laud, And honour thee with Psaltery O God, my God.
[verse 5] Why art thou then so low dejected O my soul? Why do such waves of woe within thy bosome roll? And why art thou With fear and dread disquieted within me now?
O let thy hope be set on God that helpeth thee: For I shall praise him yet for his great aid to me When undertrod, Who doth advance my countenance and is my God.
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