English poem
Psalm xxviii.9
by Anonymous
Lord bless thy people, who to thee Do all their safety owe, Feed thou thy flock and raise them up When they are fallen low.
More by Anonymous
- Psalm XXII. First Part. Com. Met. The sufferings and glory of Christ
- Psalm XXIII. Common Metre. God's tender care of his people
- Psalm XXV. Short Metre. Seeking divine forgiveness and direction
- PSALM XXVIII. Long Metre. God the Refuge of the Afflicted
- Psalm XXX. Common Metre. Prayer heard
- Psalm XXXI. Common Metre. Relief from distress
- Psalm XXXVI. First Versi. Long Met. The Perfections and Providence of God
- PSYCHE: OR, The GREAT METAMORPHOSIS