Lyra Apostolica. 1st Am., from the 5th English ed.

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d1	And dare I say, Welcome to me
d2	And dare ye deem God's ire must cease
d3	And shrink ye still
d4	And they who grudge the Omnipotent
d5	And where is now the Tishbite
d6	And wouldst thou reach, rash scholar mine
d7	Are the gates sure? is every bolt made fast?
d8	Are these the tracks of some unearthly friend
d9	Away, or ere the Lord break forth
d10	Banished the house of sacred rest
d11	Beautiful flowers round Wisdom's secret well
d12	Behold your armory, sword and lightning shaft
d13	Bid thou thy time! Watch with meek eyes the race of pride
d14	But faith is cold, and willful men are strong
d15	But louder yet the heavens shall ring
d16	But sadder strains, and direr bodings dark
d17	By your Lord's creative breath
d18	Cease, stranger, cease those piercing notes
d19	Christ bade his followers take the sword
d20	Christ only, of God's messengers to man
d21	Christ's church was holiest in her youthful days
d22	Come, twinkle in my lonely room
d23	Dear sainted friends, I call not you
d24	Deep in his meditative bower
d25	Do not their souls, who 'neath the altar wait
d26	Dread glimpses, even in gospel times, have been
d27	Dull thunders moan around the temple rock
d28	Each morn and eve, the golden keys
d29	Each trial has its weight
d30	Ere yet I left home's youthful shrine
d31	Faint not, and fret not, for threatened woe
d32	Far sadder musing on the traveller falls
d33	Fear not, for he hath sworn
d34	France, I will think of thee
d35	Full many an eve, and many a morn
d36	Give any boon for peace
d37	God of our Isr'l, by our favored sires
d38	Hail, gladdening Light, of his pure glory poured
d39	Hail, glorious lights, kindled at God's own urn
d40	He spake, he died and rose again
d41	Heard ye the unerring Judge is at the door
d42	Hid are the saints of God
d43	High on the stately wall The spear of Arvad hung
d44	How can I keep my Christmas feast
d45	How didst thou start, thou holy baptist
d46	How long endure this priestly scorn
d47	How long, O Lord of grace, Must languish
d48	How shall a child of God fulfil
d49	I bow at Jesus' name
d50	I dreamed that, with a passionate complaint
d51	I have been honored and obeyed
d52	I sat beneath an olive's branches grey
d53	I saw thee once, and nought discerned
d54	I thought to meet no more
d55	If e'er I fall beneath thy rod
d56	If waiting by the time-crowned halls
d57	In childhood, when with eager eyes
d58	Into God's word as in a palace fair
d59	Is he not near, look up and see
d60	Is there no sound about our altars heard
d61	Latest born of Jesse's race
d62	Lead, kindly Light, amid the encircling gloom
d63	Let others sing thy heathen praise
d64	Lord, I have fasted, I have prayed
d65	Lord, in this dust thy sovereign voice
d66	Man is permitted much to scan and learn
d67	Many the guileless years the patriarch spent
d68	Methought I saw a face divinely fair
d69	Mid Balak's magic fires
d70	Mortal, if e'er thy spirits faint
d71	Moses, the patriot fierce
d72	Mother, and hast thou left thy child With winds unpitying
d73	My Father's hope, my childhood's dream
d74	My home is now a thousand mile away
d75	My smile is bright, my glance is free
d76	No joy of mine to invite the thunder down
d77	Nor wants there seraph warnings, morn and eve
d78	Now is the autumn of the tree of life
d79	O aged saint, far off I heard the praises
d80	O comrade bold of toil and pain
d81	O Father, list a sinner's call
d82	O heart of fire, misjudged by wilful man
d83	O Lord, and Christ, thy churches of the south
d84	O Lord, I hear, but can it be
d85	O Lord, when sin's close marshalled line
d86	O miserable power to dreams allowed
d87	O mother church of Rome, why has thy heart Beat so untuly towards thy norythern child
d88	O piteous race, fearful to look upon
d89	O prophet, tell me not of peace
d90	O purest semblance of the Eternal Son
d91	O rail not at our brethren of the north
d92	O say not thou art left of God
d93	O specious sin and Satan's subtle snare
d94	O surely Scorner is his name
d95	O sweetly timed, as e'er was gentle hand
d96	O that thy creed were sound
d97	Once as I brooded o'er my guilty state
d98	Once cast with men of language strange
d99	One only may to life
d100	Peace loving man, of humble heart and true