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THE

CHRISTIAN PSALTER:

A COLLECTION OF

PSALMS AND HYMNS

FOR

SOCIAL AND PRIVATE WORSHIP.

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“ They shall come and sing in the height of Zion.” - Jer. xxxi. 12.

“ Speaking to yourselves in psalms, and hymns, and spiritual songs, singing
and making melody in your heart to the Lord.” – Epx. v. 19.

THIRD EDITION.

BOSTON:

CHARLES C. LITTLE AND JAMES BROWN.

ENTERED ACCORDING TO ACT OF CONGRESS, IN THE YEAR 1841, BY WILLIAM P. LUNT, IN THE CLERK'S OFFICE OF THE DISTRICT

COURT OF THE DISTRICT OF MASSACHUSETTS.

BOSTON:

PRINTED BY WILLIAM WHITE.

781 L964ch 1844

PREFACE.

This Collection of Psalms and Hymns, it will be seen, depends mainly upon Watts and Doddridge, whose superiority to all other English hymn-writers is generally conceded. The compiler has not regarded it a sufficient reason for omitting any of their hymns, that they are familiar ; but has rather wished to increase the number of pieces by authors of such decided and acknowledged merit.

The writings of the various authors, whose compositions are here given, have been consulted when they could be procured ; and much the largest portion of the contents of this volume has been copied from original sources, and not from previous compilations.

It has not been the design of the present Collection, by frequent alterations of the hymns, to force them to conform minutely to any particular standard of taste or of theology. In poetry, it seems unnecessary to judge by the same rigid rules that would be applicable to a philosophical treatise in prose on the several points of Christian doctrine. The authors of the various books of Scripture did not measure their language and thoughts with the exactness

of logicians; and modern sacred poetry may be allowed · a similar freedom in regard to imagery, sentiment, and expression.

In the present volume, while those parts of hymns have been omitted, which did not suit the purpose of the compiler, and in some few cases the stanzas of a hymn have been transposed, and in a single instance, a stanza taken from one hymn by Watts has been united with a stanza from another hymn, by the same author, on a kindred subject, -the principle has, at the same time, been adopted, to adhere to the words which the authors themselves used, so far as they could be ascertained. Some hymns, as they here stand, may therefore appear to be altered, merely because the original has been restored. An example occurs in the excellent version, by Watts, of the one hundredth psalm. Many readers will probably be surprised when they learn that the familiar line with which this version commences in most collections “ Before Jehovah's awful throne" was not written by Watts. The alterations which have been made so freely by compilers, have seldom proved as happy as in the instance just given. Most commonly they mangle the original unnecessarily, weaken its vigor, quench its fire, and reduce what is striking and peculiar to a tame mediocrity.

It is hoped that the mode of classifying the hymns, adopted in this volume, may be found, by those who may have occasion to use it, so simple and comprehensive as to render unnecessary a more extended and particular index of subjects.

With the sincere prayer that it may contribute somewhat to increase the interest which is felt in a delightful part of Christian worship, this compilation is now submitted to the public.

WILLIAM P. LUNT.

Quincy, October 11, 1841.

INDEX OF FIRST LINES.

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According to thy gracious word.
A charge to keep I have....
Afflicted saint, to God draw near.
Again the Lord of life and light.
Again we've seen the Sabbath day.
Ah, wretched souls who strive in vain..
Alas! how swift the moments fly
All hail, mysterious King
All mortal vanities, begone..
All nature dies and lives again..
All-powerful, self-existent God.
All that in this wide world we see
Almighty God, thy word is cast
Almighty King, whose wondrous hand
Almighty Maker, God...
Almighty Maker, Lord of all.
Almighty Ruler of the skies.
Amazing, beauteous change
Am I a soldier of the cross.
Amidst a world of hopes and fears.
Among the gods there's none like thee
Among the princes, earthly gods..
And art thou with us, gracious Lord
And is salvation brought so near..
And is the gospel peace and love.
And must this body die...
And now another day is

gone
And will the eternal King
Another day its course hath run.
Another six days' work is done.
As pants the hart for cooling streams.
As showers on meadows newly mown.
As the hart with eager looks
At anchor laid, remote from home
At God's command the morning ray
Author of good, we rest on thee...
A voice from the desert comes, awful and shrill.
Awake, my drowsy soul, awake
Awake, my soul, and with the sun.
Awake, my soul, lift up thine eyes.

.64 .19 .166 ..258 ..262 ..509 ..694 ..583 ..696 .535 355 .305 356 308 .134 398 ...194 .449 .674 .451

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