Songs from Nahum Tate
Attend, O earth, when God declares
O Lord, that art my righteous Judge
Lord, hear the voice of my complaint
O thou to whom all creatures bow
When heaven, thy beauteous work on high
To celebrate thy Praise, O Lord
Thy Presence why withdraw’st thou, Lord
Sure, wicked fools must needs suppose
Lord, who’s the happy man, that may
I strive each action to approve
No Change of Time Shall Ever Shock
O Lord of Hosts, my King and God
The Lord did on my side engage
Our factious tribes, at strife till now
The Heav’ns declare thy Glory, Lord
The King, O Lord, with Songs of Praise
My God, my God, why leav’st thou me
The Lord himself, the mighty Lord
Erect your heads, eternal gates
Lift up your heads, eternal gates
To God I lift my eyes, my trust is in his name
Judge me, O Lord, for I the Paths
I’ll wash my hands in innocence
Continue, Lord, to hear my voice
I’ll celebrate thy Praises, Lord
He’s blessed who has thy pardon gained
He’s blest, whose sins have pardon gain’d
Let all the just to God with joy
Tis God, who those that trust in him
So I, before the list’ning world
My crafty foe, with flattering art
Tho’ wicked Men grow rich or great
Thy chastening wrath, O Lord, restrain
Lord, let me know my term of days
Resolved to watch o’er all my ways
In full assemblies I have told
As Pants the Hart for Cooling Streams
Let me with light and truth be bless’d
O GOD, our fathers oft have told
O Lord, our Fathers oft have told
O all ye People, clap your Hands
The Lord, the only God, is great
In vain, O Man of lawless Might
Lord, save me, for thy glorious Name
O God My Heart Is Fixed ‘Tis Bent
Speak, O ye Judges of the Earth
Lord, hear my Cry, regard my Pray’r
My soul, for help on God relies, From him alone, my safety flows
O God, my gracious God, to Thee
Lord, hear the Voice of my Complaint
Lord, from thy unexhausted store
Thou, Lord, dost barb’rous lands dismay
Let all the Lands with Shouts of Joy
O! all ye nations, bless our God
Let God, the God of battle, rise
Thou gav’st the word; we sally’d forth
Save me O God from Waves that roll
In Thee I put my stedfast Trust
The memory of Christ’s glorious name
To fathom this my thoughts I bent
To Thee, O God, we render Praise
When thou whom earth and heaven revere
To God I cry’d, who to my Help
Thou brought’st a vine from Egypt’s land
To thee, O God of hosts, we pray
O God of Hosts, the mighty Lord
Lord, thou hast granted to thy land
To Thee, my God and Saviour, I
Happy, thrice happy they who hear
Thy Mercies, Lord, shall be my Song
What seraph of celestial birth
O Lord, the Saviour and defence
Praise ye the Lord; our God to praise
Thou turnest man, O Lord to dust
O God! to whom revenge belongs
Bless’d is the man, whom thou, O Lord
O Come, Loud Anthems Let Us Sing
Come, Loud Anthems Let Us Sing
Sing to the Lord a new song, sing
Sing to the Lord a new-made song
Jehovah reigns; let therefore all
Through endless years thou art the same
When we pour out our souls in prayer
Ye saints and servants of the Lord
O render Thanks and bless the Lord
Nor did these savage cruelties
They who in ships with courage bold
To God your grateful Voices raise
O God, my grateful soul aspires
O GOD, whose former Mercies make
Praise ye the Lord, to speak his praise
Lord, not to us, we claim no share
My soul, with grateful thoughts of love
Within the gates of God’s abode
My soul, with long expectance, faints
Instruct me in thy statutes, Lord!
In deep distress I oft have cry’d
On thee, who dwell’st above the skies
The Man is blest who fears the Lord
O Lord, I am not proud of heart
Let David, Lord, a constant place
O with due reverence let us all
O praise the Lord with one Consent
The Desolations of Zion lamented
With my whole heart. my God and King
O God, within thy power I stand
Thou, Lord, by strictest search hast known
Preserve me, Lord, from crafty foes
Lord, hear my Pray’r, and to my Cry
O praise the Lord, and thou, my Soul
O praise the Lord with Hymns of Joy
Oh! praise the LORD with Hymns of Joy
Letthe Shrill Trumpets’ Warlike Voice
Within the gates of God’s abode
Within the gates of God’s abode
My soul and spirit filled with joy
On Judah’s plains as shepherds sat
Lord, let thy servant now depart
Within the gates of God’s abode
Within the gates of God’s abode
Since Christ our Passover is slain
Within the gates of God’s abode
Psalm 90 (O Lord, the Savior and Defense)
Thou turnest man, O Lord to dust
Thou God, all Glory, Honour, Pow’r
All ye who faithful Servants are