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1 | God bless the calm and holy cheer | | | | | |  | |
2 | Throw wide the gate, my heart, and give thy Lord | | | | | |  | |
3 | How long, O Lord, in weariness and sorrow | | | | | |  | |
4 | What and if the Day is breaking | | | | | |  | |
5 | Dayspring of Eternity | | | | | |  | |
6 | Count not the days that have idly flown | | | | | |  | |
7 | Their bark is smoothly gliding o'er the sea | | | | | |  | |
8 | When evening clouds hang clustering round the sun | | | | | |  | |
9 | Oh Book! infinite sweetness! let my heart | | | | | |  | |
10 | This Book, this holy Book—on every line | | | | | |  | |
11 | The glorious Sun no man can see | | | | | |  | |
12 | Truth through the sacred volume hidden lies | | | | | |  | |
13 | The time is short | | | | | |  | |
14 | What is Life, Father? | | | | | |  | |
15 | To weary hearts, to mourning homes | | | | | |  | |
16 | Hark! through the lonely waste | | | | | |  | |
17 | Spirit of Christ! Thy grace be given | | | | | |  | |
18 | The world is sick, and yet not unto death | | | | | |  | |
19 | Judge not; the workings of his brain | | | | | |  | |
20 | The days of old were days of might | | | | | |  | |
21 | What, what is tried in the fires of God? | | | | | |  | |
22 | Because the world might not pretend | | | | | |  | |
23 | Ah, what time wilt Thou come? when shall that cry | | | | | |  | |
24 | Lord! come away! | | | | | |  | |
25 | How many a Grecian youth of old | | | | | |  | |
26 | Christ is coming! let creation | | | | | |  | |
27 | The Lord shall come in dead of night | | | | | |  | |
28 | Watchman, what of the night | | | | | |  | |
29 | Yet if his majesty our sovereign lord | | | | | |  | |
30a | All hail, thou night, than day more bright | | | | | |  | |
30b | Come, ye lofty! come, ye lowly! | | | | | |  | |
32 | Silence! though the flames arise and quiver | | | | | |  | |
33 | The blue Egean's countless waves in Sabbath sunlight smiled | | | | | |  | |
35 | Rahel weeping for her children | | | | | |  | |
36 | When Jordan hushed his waters still | | | | | |  | |
37 | Carry me, Babe, to Bethlehem now | | | | | |  | |
38 | Away with sorrow's sigh | | | | | |  | |
39 | It came upon the midnight clear | | | | | |  | |
40 | Sleep, Holy Babe | | | | | |  | |
41 | Ye flaming Powers, and wingèd warriors bright | | | | | |  | |
42 | Hours, and days, and months, and years | | | | | |  | |
43 | From princely walls, in Eastern pomp arrayed | | | | | |  | |
44 | The wise men to Thy cradle-throne | | | | | |  | |
45 | I sought for Wisdom in the morning time | | | | | |  | |
46 | What earth appeared to Angel eyes | | | | | |  | |
47 | He grew in Wisdom! who can weigh | | | | | |  | |
48 | Night flies before the orient morning | | | | | |  | |
49 | For message of the Written Word | | | | | |  | |
50 | Now take my heart and all that is in me | | | | | |  | |
51 | Saviour, sprinkle many nations | | | | | |  | |
52 | I ask a perfect creed! | | | | | |  | |
53 | Come to our joyous marriage feast | | | | | |  | |
54 | I presolute, I stand perplext | | | | | |  | |
55 | Jesu, the heart's own sweetness and true light | | | | | |  | |
56 | As hart pants high for gushing rills | | | | | |  | |
57 | Therefore to Thee I musing turn | | | | | |  | |
58 | Judge me, and plead my cause, O God | | | | | |  | |
59 | Life! I know not what thou art | | | | | |  | |
60 | The flower that in the lowly vale | | | | | |  | |
61 | The sufferer had been heard to say | | | | | |  | |
62 | Fire is not quench'd with fire, and wrath | | | | | |  | |
63 | Oh, give thanks to Him that made | | | | | |  | |
64 | And feel I, Death! no joy from thought of thee? | | | | | |  | |
65 | Time is a prince whose resistless sway | | | | | |  | |
66 | Fret not, poor soul: while doubt and fear | | | | | |  | |
67 | Not afar from surf and wave | | | | | |  | |
68 | O thou! the Unseen, the All-seeing! Thou Whose ways | | | | | |  | |
69 | I think if thou couldst know | | | | | |  | |
70 | Of what an easy quick access | | | | | |  | |
71 | I should not care how hard my fortunes were | | | | | |  | |
72 | Say, from what unknown source, mysterious Nile | | | | | |  | |
73 | Be thou content: be still before | | | | | |  | |
74 | The waving fields of yellow corn | | | | | |  | |
75 | The loppèd tree in time may grow again | | | | | |  | |
76 | He leads us on | | | | | |  | |
77 | How often on a morning bright | | | | | |  | |
78a | Eternal Truth, almighty, infinite | | | | | |  | |
78b | When God at first made man | | | | | |  | |
79 | I like that ancient Saxon phrase which calls | | | | | |  | |
80 | We see the leaves fall withered from the trees | | | | | |  | |
81 | When up to nightly skies we gaze | | | | | |  | |
82 | If as a flower doth spread and die | | | | | |  | |
83 | Open thyself, and then look in | | | | | |  | |
84 | Swift o'er the desert plains the wild wind sweeps | | | | | |  | |
85 | Not as He was, a houseless stranger | | | | | |  | |
86 | The God of Nature and of Grace | | | | | |  | |
87 | What men call Nature is a Thought Divine | | | | | |  | |
88 | From out all Nature is one common voice | | | | | |  | |
89 | The turf shall be my fragrant shrine | | | | | |  | |
90 | Since o'er Thy footstool here below | | | | | |  | |
91 | The stately heavens, which glory doth array | | | | | |  | |
92 | Ye quenchless stars! so eloquently bright | | | | | |  | |
93 | My soul is like a bird, my flesh the cage | | | | | |  | |
94 | Erst in Eden's happy garden | | | | | |  | |
95 | O blessing, wearing semblance of a curse | | | | | |  | |
96 | The Tree of Life in Eden stood | | | | | |  | |
97 | Sent from the ark, the dove, with timid flight | | | | | |  | |
98 | Three worlds there are:—the first of Sense | | | | | |  | |
99 | Nought see we here as yet in full perfection | | | | | |  | |
100 | I heard the voice of harpers, harping sweetly | | | | | |  | |