David's Harp: or the Boston Sabbath school song book, containing a variety of pleasing tunes in all the various metres; also hymns, anthems, and chants...(2nd Rev. Ed.)

Editor: H. W. Day, A. M.
Publisher: Hartley Wood, Boston, 1842
Language: English
Notes: The hymnal skips some numbers and duplicates others. Numbers in brackets are those used in the hymnal.
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303The morning sky is bright and clearPage Scan
304My country, my country, how long I for theePage Scan
305While we're on the waves careeringPage Scan
306Pity, Lord, the hardy sailorPage Scan
307Sailors cross the mighty issuePage Scan
308Head of the church triumphantPage Scan
309Honor thy Father, thy Father and MotherPage Scan
310Remember thy Creator in the days of thy youthPage Scan
311Hark! hark! with harps of goldPage Scan
312I love my mother's cheerful voicePage Scan
313Give thanks, give thanks unto the LordPage Scan
314Who taught you to singPage Scan
315Blessed, blessed, blessed, blessed is the people that know the joyful soundPage Scan
316Rock of Ages, cleft for mePage Scan
317To the Father and the SonPage Scan
318O Lord, our Lord, how excellent is thy name in all the earth!Page Scan
319O sing unto the Lord a new song;--for he hath done marvelous thingsPage Scan
320Our Father who art in heaven, Hallowed be thy namePage Scan
321I have seen the wicked in great powerPage Scan
322Out of the depths have I cried unto thee, O LordPage Scan
323I will lift up mine eyes unto the hills, from whence cometh my helpPage Scan
324O Lord, our Lord, how excellent is thy name in all the earth!Page Scan
325The Lord is my shepherd: I shall not wantPage Scan
326Hurrah! hurrah! we've burst the chainPage Scan
327A man of subtle reas'ning askedPage Scan
328My days of youth, tho' not from folly freePage Scan
329Awake, from slumber springingPage Scan
330Father of the mighty ocean!Page Scan
331A word, a word, a word fitly spoken is like apples of goldPage Scan
332We wish for the light of the morn to breakPage Scan
334I remember, I remember how my days are fleeting byPage Scan

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