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1 | O thou to whom in ancient time | | | | | | | |
2 | The winds are hushed the peaceful moon | | | | | | | |
3 | O God, I thank thee that the night | | | | | | | |
4 | Another day its course hath run | | | | | | | |
5 | Where ancient forests round us spread | | | | | | | |
6 | Gay, guiltless pair | | | | | | | |
7 | Remember me, the Saviour said | | | | | | | |
8 | O Lord of life, and truth, and grace | | | | | | | |
9 | A wail from beyond the desert | | | | | | | |
10 | To him who in love of nature holds | | | | | | | |
11 | Whither midst falling dew | | | | | | | |
12 | Not in the solitude | | | | | | | |
13 | The moon is at her full, and, riding high | | | | | | | |
14 | Lord, who ordainest for mankind | | | | | | | |
15 | As shadows cast by cloud and sun | | | | | | | |
16 | Standing forth on life's rough way | | | | | | | |
17 | Lift your glad voices in triumph on high | | | | | | | |
18 | In this glad hour, when children meet | | | | | | | |
19 | Like Noah's weary dove | | | | | | | |
20 | Behold the western evening light | | | | | | | |
21 | Fling out the banner, let it float | | | | | | | |
22 | Thought never knew material bound or place | | | | | | | |
23 | Never, my heart, wilt thou grow old | | | | | | | |
24 | When Jesus trod by thy blue sea | | | | | | | |
25 | Thou who dost all things give | | | | | | | |
26 | Slowly, by Thy hand unfurled | | | | | | | |
27 | Knows he who tills this lonely field | | | | | | | |
28 | The south wind brings | | | | | | | |
29 | Not from a vain or shallow thought | | | | | | | |
30 | In May, when sea winds pierced out solitudes | | | | | | | |
31 | And they serve men austerely | | | | | | | |
32 | We love the venerable house | | | | | | | |
33 | The lillied fields behold | | | | | | | |
34 | A single star how bright | | | | | | | |
35 | It is finished! Man of Sorrows | | | | | | | |
36 | There is a reaper whose name is death | | | | | | | |
37 | When the hours of day are numbered | | | | | | | |
38 | There is no flock, however watched and tended | | | | | | | |
39 | Christ to the young man said: 'Yet one thing more" | | | | | | | |
40 | As a fond mother, when the day is o'er | | | | | | | |
41 | Is it so far from thee | | | | | | | |
42 | Thou, who didst stoop below | | | | | | | |
43 | The perfect world by Adam trod | | | | | | | |
44 | My faith looks up to thee | | | | | | | |
45 | Jesus, these eyes have never seen | | | | | | | |
46 | Lord, my weak thought in vain would climb | | | | | | | |
47 | I mourn no more my vanished years | | | | | | | |
48 | O friends, with whom my feet have trod | | | | | | | |
49 | Immortal Love, forever full | | | | | | | |
50 | Beneath the moonlight and the snow | | | | | | | |
51 | All things are thine: no gift have we | | | | | | | |
52 | Dear Lord and Father of mankind | | | | | | | |
53 | My thoughts are all in yonder town | | | | | | | |
54 | When on my day of life the night is falling | | | | | | | |
55 | A tender child of summers three | | | | | | | |
56 | We trust and fear, we question and believe | | | | | | | |
57 | This is the ship of pearl, which, poets feign | | | | | | | |
58 | Not in the world of light alone | | | | | | | |
59 | Not charity we ask | | | | | | | |
60 | Lord of all being, throned afar | | | | | | | |
61 | O love divine, that stooped to share | | | | | | | |
62 | We gather to the sacred board | | | | | | | |
63 | Hath not thy heart within thee burned | | | | | | | |
64 | Hail to the Sabbath day | | | | | | | |
65 | There are some qualities, some incorporate things | | | | | | | |
66 | Dear Friend, whose presence in the house | | | | | | | |
67 | Jesus, there is no dearer name than thine | | | | | | | |
68 | In darker days, and nights of storm | | | | | | | |
69 | Lo! the day of rest declineth | | | | | | | |
70 | It came upon the midnight clear | | | | | | | |
71 | O bright ideals, how ye shine | | | | | | | |
72 | O deem not that earth's crowning bliss | | | | | | | |
73 | Still will we trust, though earth seem dark and dreary | | | | | | | |
74 | For the dear love that kept us through the night | | | | | | | |
75 | Be true, O poet, to your gift divine | | | | | | | |
76 | Through Baca's vale my way is cast | | | | | | | |
77 | Thou art, O God, my east, In thee I dawned | | | | | | | |
78 | Not all the beauties of this joyous earth | | | | | | | |
79 | I stand between the future and the past | | | | | | | |
80 | It lies around us like a cloud | | | | | | | |
81 | That mystic word of thine, O sovereign Lord | | | | | | | |
82 | When winds are raging o'er the upper ocean | | | | | | | |
83 | Still, still with thee, when purple morning breaketh | | | | | | | |
84 | Thought is deeper than all speech | | | | | | | |
85 | Tears wash away the atoms in the eye | | | | | | | |
86 | I am but clay in thy hands | | | | | | | |
87 | If death be final, what is life | | | | | | | |
88 | The bubbling brook doth leap | | | | | | | |
89 | The sweetbriar rose has not a form more fair | | | | | | | |
90 | It is not life upon Thy gifts to live | | | | | | | |
91 | I sit within my room, and joy to find | | | | | | | |
92 | I would not breathe | | | | | | | |
93 | Thou needest not rest, the shining spheres are thine | | | | | | | |
94 | Wilt thou not visit me | | | | | | | |
95 | I saw on earth another light | | | | | | | |
96 | Old mountains dim and gray ye rise | | | | | | | |
97 | Life is a sea, like ships we meet | | | | | | | |
98 | A voice from the sea to the mountains | | | | | | | |
99 | Underneath the sod low lying | | | | | | | |
100 | Softly | | | | | | | |