The School Hymn-Book: for normal, high, and grammar schools

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Publisher: Wm. Crosby and H. P. Nichols, Boston, 1850
Language: English
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201Father of light! conduct my feetPage Scan
202Be it my only wisdom herePage Scan
203How sweet, how heavenly, is the sightPage Scan
204How sweet to be allowed to prayPage Scan
205HAPPY the meek, whose gentle breastPage Scan
206Wherefore should man, frail child of clayPage Scan
207If high or low our station bePage Scan
208How blest the sacred tie that bindsPage Scan
209Thine, Lord, these heavens on highPage Scan
210Awake, my soul! lift up thine eyesPage Scan
211If solid happiness we prizePage Scan
212How beautiful the sightPage Scan
213Come, ye disconsolate, where'er ye languishPage Scan
214Great Author of all nature's frame!Page Scan
215What was it made my bosom swellPage Scan
216Sweet day, so cool, so calm, so brightPage Scan
217Deem not that they are blest alonePage Scan
218My God! I thank thee; may no thoughtPage Scan
219Gently fall the dews of evePage Scan
220Affliction's faded form draws nighPage Scan
221Behold the lily's silken vestPage Scan
222Think gently of the erring one!Page Scan
223Speak gently, - it is better farPage Scan
224A little word, in kindness spokenPage Scan
225Speak not harshly;--much of carePage Scan
226Speak gently to the little child, so guileless and so freePage Scan
227A young rose in summer timePage Scan
228Poison drops of care and sorrowPage Scan
229Tell me not, in mournful numbersPage Scan
230All around us, fair with flowersPage Scan
231Hast thou, 'midst life's empty noisesPage Scan
232Sweet is the pleasurePage Scan
233How happy is he born and taughtPage Scan
234Scorn not the slightest word or deedPage Scan
235Thus said Jesus:-- "Go and doPage Scan
236Who is thy neighbour? He whom thouPage Scan
237Teach me, my God and KingPage Scan
238O, know ye not that yePage Scan
239Sow in the morn thy seedPage Scan
240How many ways the young may findPage Scan
241The morning hours of cheerful lightPage Scan
242What if the little rain should sayPage Scan
243He who walks in virtue's wayPage Scan
244My son, be this thy simple planPage Scan
245Joy! joy! a year is bornPage Scan
246Time speeds away--away--away!Page Scan
247Our Father! through the coming yearPage Scan
248O God! to thee our hearts would payPage Scan
249Like shadows gliding o'er the plainPage Scan
250Gently glides the stream of lifePage Scan
251A minute,-- how soon it is flown!Page Scan
252God of eternity, from theePage Scan
253Another hand is beckoning usPage Scan
254Dear as thou wert, and justly dearPage Scan
255Lowly and solemn bePage Scan
256The morning flowers display their sweetsPage Scan
257Calm on the bosom of thy GodPage Scan
258Sister, thou wast mild and lovelyPage Scan
259Death has been here, and borne awayPage Scan
260Beneath our feet and o'er our headPage Scan
261Look around thee,--see DecayPage Scan
262The young, the lovely, pass awayPage Scan
263Blessed, blessed are the deadPage Scan
264Where, for a thousand milesPage Scan
265In the green realm of summer,--this pomp of the treesPage Scan
266The freshly blooming flowersPage Scan
267With joy once more we hail theePage Scan
268In pleasant lands have fallen the linesPage Scan
269Beneath Thy trees to-day we meetPage Scan
270My country, 't is of theePage Scan
271God bless our native land!Page Scan
272To Him from whom our blessings flowPage Scan
273Lord, while for all mankind we prayPage Scan
274Now pray we for our countryPage Scan
275Exotic blossoms, brought to gracePage Scan
276Sons of renownèd siresPage Scan
277Low sinks the setting sun, the day-beams haste awayPage Scan
278O thou, at whose dread name we bendPage Scan
279O thou, whose presence went beforePage Scan
280Our fathers, Lord, to seek a spotPage Scan
281When, driven by oppression's rodPage Scan
282Now, Lord, we part awhilePage Scan
283The breaking waves dashed highPage Scan
284Hush the loud cannon's roarPage Scan
285God's spirit smiles in flowersPage Scan
286There's music, music everywherePage Scan
287Dewy honeysuckles springingPage Scan
288The light pours down from heavenPage Scan
289An offering at the shrine of powerPage Scan
290Turn, turn thy hasty foot asidePage Scan
291Mark, the soft-falling snowPage Scan
292Soft are the fruitful showers that bringPage Scan
293In life's gay spring, enchanting hours!Page Scan
294Into the sunshine, full of the lightPage Scan
295Up to the throne of God is bornePage Scan
296At first her mother earth she holdeth dearPage Scan
297O spirit, freed from earthPage Scan
298O ignorant, poor man! what dost thou bearPage Scan
299"Flow on, thou shining river"Page Scan
300'T is winter's jubilee!--this dayPage Scan

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