The Churchman's Treasury of Song

Editor: John Henry Burn
Publisher: E. P. Dutton and Company, New York, 1907
Language: English
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1God bless the calm and holy cheerPage Scan
2Throw wide the gate, my heart, and give thy LordPage Scan
3How long, O Lord, in weariness and sorrowPage Scan
4What and if the Day is breakingPage Scan
5Dayspring of EternityPage Scan
6Count not the days that have idly flownPage Scan
7Their bark is smoothly gliding o'er the seaPage Scan
8When evening clouds hang clustering round the sunPage Scan
9Oh Book! infinite sweetness! let my heartPage Scan
10This Book, this holy Book—on every linePage Scan
11The glorious Sun no man can seePage Scan
12Truth through the sacred volume hidden liesPage Scan
13The time is shortPage Scan
14What is Life, Father?Page Scan
15To weary hearts, to mourning homesPage Scan
16Hark! through the lonely wastePage Scan
17Spirit of Christ! Thy grace be givenPage Scan
18The world is sick, and yet not unto deathPage Scan
19Judge not; the workings of his brainPage Scan
20The days of old were days of mightPage Scan
21What, what is tried in the fires of God?Page Scan
22Because the world might not pretendPage Scan
23Ah, what time wilt Thou come? when shall that cryPage Scan
24Lord! come away!Page Scan
25How many a Grecian youth of oldPage Scan
26Christ is coming! let creationPage Scan
27The Lord shall come in dead of nightPage Scan
28Watchman, what of the nightPage Scan
29Yet if his majesty our sovereign lordPage Scan
30aAll hail, thou night, than day more brightPage Scan
30bCome, ye lofty! come, ye lowly!Page Scan
32Silence! though the flames arise and quiverPage Scan
33The blue Egean's countless waves in Sabbath sunlight smiledPage Scan
35Rahel weeping for her childrenPage Scan
36When Jordan hushed his waters stillPage Scan
37Carry me, Babe, to Bethlehem nowPage Scan
38Away with sorrow's sighPage Scan
39It came upon the midnight clearPage Scan
40Sleep, Holy BabePage Scan
41Ye flaming Powers, and wingèd warriors brightPage Scan
42Hours, and days, and months, and yearsPage Scan
43From princely walls, in Eastern pomp arrayedPage Scan
44The wise men to Thy cradle-thronePage Scan
45I sought for Wisdom in the morning timePage Scan
46What earth appeared to Angel eyesPage Scan
47He grew in Wisdom! who can weighPage Scan
48Night flies before the orient morningPage Scan
49For message of the Written WordPage Scan
50Now take my heart and all that is in mePage Scan
51Saviour, sprinkle many nationsPage Scan
52I ask a perfect creed!Page Scan
53Come to our joyous marriage feastPage Scan
54I presolute, I stand perplextPage Scan
55Jesu, the heart's own sweetness and true lightPage Scan
56As hart pants high for gushing rillsPage Scan
57Therefore to Thee I musing turnPage Scan
58Judge me, and plead my cause, O GodPage Scan
59Life! I know not what thou artPage Scan
60The flower that in the lowly valePage Scan
61The sufferer had been heard to sayPage Scan
62Fire is not quench'd with fire, and wrathPage Scan
63Oh, give thanks to Him that madePage Scan
64And feel I, Death! no joy from thought of thee?Page Scan
65Time is a prince whose resistless swayPage Scan
66Fret not, poor soul: while doubt and fearPage Scan
67Not afar from surf and wavePage Scan
68O thou! the Unseen, the All-seeing! Thou Whose waysPage Scan
69I think if thou couldst knowPage Scan
70Of what an easy quick accessPage Scan
71I should not care how hard my fortunes werePage Scan
72Say, from what unknown source, mysterious NilePage Scan
73Be thou content: be still beforePage Scan
74The waving fields of yellow cornPage Scan
75The loppèd tree in time may grow againPage Scan
76He leads us onPage Scan
77How often on a morning brightPage Scan
78aEternal Truth, almighty, infinitePage Scan
78bWhen God at first made manPage Scan
79I like that ancient Saxon phrase which callsPage Scan
80We see the leaves fall withered from the treesPage Scan
81When up to nightly skies we gazePage Scan
82If as a flower doth spread and diePage Scan
83Open thyself, and then look inPage Scan
84Swift o'er the desert plains the wild wind sweepsPage Scan
85Not as He was, a houseless strangerPage Scan
86The God of Nature and of GracePage Scan
87What men call Nature is a Thought DivinePage Scan
88From out all Nature is one common voicePage Scan
89The turf shall be my fragrant shrinePage Scan
90Since o'er Thy footstool here belowPage Scan
91The stately heavens, which glory doth arrayPage Scan
92Ye quenchless stars! so eloquently brightPage Scan
93My soul is like a bird, my flesh the cagePage Scan
94Erst in Eden's happy gardenPage Scan
95O blessing, wearing semblance of a cursePage Scan
96The Tree of Life in Eden stoodPage Scan
97Sent from the ark, the dove, with timid flightPage Scan
98Three worlds there are:—the first of SensePage Scan
99Nought see we here as yet in full perfectionPage Scan
100I heard the voice of harpers, harping sweetlyPage Scan

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