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

Publisher: D. Appleton & Co. / G.S. Appleton, New York, N.Y. ; Philadelphia, Penn., 1844
Denomination: (Protestant) Episcopal Church
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d101Poor wanderers, ye are sore distrest [distressed]
d102Prune thou thy words the thoughts control
d103Sad privilege is mine to show
d104Say, hast thou tracked a traveler's round
d105Say, who is he, in deserts seen
d106Secure in his prophetic strength
d107Seek we some realm where virgin souls may pray
d108Silence, unworthy, how should tones like thine
d109Son of sorrow, doomed by fate
d110Sons of our mother, such the indignant strain
d111Sunk not the sun behind yon dusky hill
d112Sweet bird, up earliest in the morn
d113The ark of God has hidden strength
d114The ark of God is in the field
d115The better portion didst thou chose
d116The fathers are in dust, yet live to God
d117The fire of heaven breaks forth
d118The flood is round thee
d119The Holy Jerusalem from highest heaven descending
d120The lions prowl around thy grave
d121The Lord hath set me o'er the kings of the earth
d122The thing that hath been it shall be
d123The time has been it seemed a precept plain
d124The world has cycles in its course
d125There is not on the earth a soul so base
d126There is one only bond in the wide earth
d127They are at rest, we may not stir the heaven
d128They do but grope in learning's pedant round
d129They say, the man is false, and falls away
d130Thou chosen judge of Isr'ls' race
d131Thou to wax fierce In the cause of the Lord
d132Thrice blest are they who feel their loneliness
d133Thus evermore the saints' avenging God
d134Thy words are good, and freely given
d135Time was, I shrank from what was right
d136Time was, though truth eterne
d137'Tis sad to watch time's desolating hand
d138Truth through the sacred volume lies
d139Truth, what is truth
d140'Twas on the day when England's church of yore
d141Two brothers freely cast their lot
d142Two sinners have been grace-endued
d143Tyre of the farther west
d144Tyre of the west, and glorying in the name
d145Unwearied God, before whose face
d146Voice of the wise of old
d147Wake, mother, dear, the foes are near
d148We are not children of a guilty sire
d149Weep, mother mine, and veil thine eyes with shame
d150Weep not for me, be blithe as wont
d151What time my heart unfolded its fresh leaves
d152When first earth's rulers welcomed home
d153When first God stirred me
d154When heaven sends sorrow, warnings go first
d155When I am sad, I say, What boots it me to strive
d156When I look back upon my former years
d157When I sink down in gloom or fear
d158When I would search the truths that in me burn
d159When mirth is full and free
d160When royal truth, released from mortal throne
d161When shall our northern church her champion see
d162Whence is this awe, by stillness spread
d163Whene'er across this sinful flesh
d164Whene'er goes forth thy dread command
d165Whene'er I seek the hold altar's rail
d166Where'er I roam in this fair English land
d167Wherefore shrink, and say, 'Tis vain
d168While Moses on the mountain lay
d169Why is our glorious angel seen to mourn
d170Why loiterest within Simon's walls
d171Why sittest thou on that sea-girt rock
d172Why, wedded to the Lord, still yearns my heart
d173Woe's me, the peaceful prophet cried
d174Ye cannot halve the gospel of God's grace
d175Yes, mark the words, deem not that saints alone

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