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PSALMS AND HYMNS
PORTBURY AND TICKENHAM CHURCHES.
O sing unto the Lord a NEW SONG; sing unto the
Sing unto the Lord, bless his name: shew forth his
Psalm xcvi. 1, 2.
Printed by James Hodson :
and L. B. Seeley & Sons, London.
PRICE IN SHEEP EIGHTEEN-PENCE.
PREFACE TO THE FIFTH EDITION.
The present Selection was originally compiled for the use of St. Michael's Church, in Cambridge; but having been since adopted in many other Churches, the title-page is now altered to one of a more general character.
In this edition also other improvements are introduced. Besides the addition of an Index of Subjects, (for the peculiarity of the arrangement supersedes the necessity of an Index of Scriptures,) the metre of each Psalm or Hymn is marked by its initial letters; the long, common, and short metres being distinguished by L. M. C. M. and S.M., and all the rest by P. M. Peculiar Metre. But the peculiar metres, being very numerous, are farther distinguished either by the name of some popular tune to which they are adapted, or by the number in the Old Version of Psalms to which they correspond, and which are generally known, viz. the 104th, 113th, and 148th.
Cambridge, November, 1830.
TO THE VENERABLE
THE ARCHDEACON OF ELY,
The following election,
FOR THE USE OF THE CHURCH
IN WHICH HIS OFFICIAL VISITATIONS ARE HELD,
IS WITH PERMISSION DEDICATED,
AS A SMALL TOKEN OF UNFEIGNED RESPECT,
BY THE COMPILER.
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PSA L M S.
PSALM 1. (L. M.)
Shun the broad way that sinners go;
And fears to talk as scoffers do.
Among the statates of the Lord;
With pleasure pond'ring o'er his word. 3 He, like a plant by gentle streams,
Shall flourish in immortal green;
On every work his hands begin.
As chaff before the tempest flies;
When the last trumpet shakes the skies. 5 In vain the rebel seeks to stand
In judgement with the pious race:
Divides him to a diff'rent place: 6 “Straight is the way my saints have trod;
“I bless'd the path, and drew it plain : “But you would choose the crooked road, • And down it leads to endless pain."