The Merton psalter: pointed and adapted to the Gregorian tones by H.W. Sargent

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Harry Walter Sargent
1867
 

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Page 72 - O send out thy light and thy truth, that they may lead me, and bring me unto thy holy hill, and to thy dwelling...
Page 263 - He will fulfil the desire of them that fear him: He also will hear their cry, and will save them.
Page 259 - I stretch forth my hands unto thee ; my soul gaspeth unto thee as a thirsty land. 7 Hear me, O LORD, and that soon ; for my spirit waxeth faint : hide not thy face from me, lest I be like unto them that go down into the pit.
Page 160 - The days of our age are threescore years and ten; and though men be so strong that they come to fourscore years: yet is their strength then but labour and sorrow; so soon passeth it away, and we are gone.
Page 35 - Yea, though I walk through the valley of the shadow of death, I will fear no evil : for thou art with me; thy rod and thy staff comfort me. 5 Thou shalt prepare a table before me against them that trouble me : thou hast anointed my head with oil, and my cup shall be full.
Page 52 - I WILL bless the LORD at all times: his praise shall continually be in my mouth. 2 My soul shall make her boast in the LORD: the humble shall hear thereof, and be glad.
Page 159 - For a thousand years in thy sight are but as yesterday ; seeing that is past as a watch in the night. 5 As soon as thou scatterest them they are even as a sleep, and fade away suddenly like the grass. 6 In the morning it is green, and groweth up ; but in the evening it is cut down, dried up, and withered.
Page 133 - In the day-time also he led them with a cloud : and all the night through with a light of fire.
Page 190 - And shed innocent blood, even the blood of their sons and of their daughters, whom they sacrificed unto the idols of Canaan : and the land was polluted with blood.
Page 33 - I am poured out like water, and all my bones are out of joint: my heart is like wax; it is melted in the midst of my bowels. 15 My strength is dried up like a potsherd; and my tongue cleaveth to my jaws; and thou hast brought me into the dust of death.

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