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101 | If with light head erect I sing | | | | | | | |
102 | Saviour sprinkle many nations, fruitful let Thy sorrows be | | | | | | | |
103 | This little seed of life and love | | | | | | | |
104 | There is a city, builded by no hand | | | | | | | |
105 | This is Palm Sunday, Mindful of the day | | | | | | | |
106 | Mine eyes have seen the glory | | | | | | | |
107 | The day is quenched, and the sun is fled | | | | | | | |
108 | Day will return with a fresher boon | | | | | | | |
109 | There's a song in the air | | | | | | | |
110 | I do not come to weep above thy pall | | | | | | | |
111 | When a deed is done for freedom | | | | | | | |
112 | I had a little daughter, and she was given to me | | | | | | | |
113 | Bowing thyself in dust before a book | | | | | | | |
114 | One feast, of holy days crest | | | | | | | |
115 | What means this glory round our feet | | | | | | | |
116 | Tis winter now, the fallen snow | | | | | | | |
117 | Now on land and sea descending | | | | | | | |
118 | One holy church of God appears | | | | | | | |
119 | I look to thee in every need | | | | | | | |
120 | The golden sea its mirror spreads | | | | | | | |
121 | To love and seek return | | | | | | | |
122 | Passage, immediate passage, the blood burns in | | | | | | | |
123 | One effort more, my altar this bleak sand | | | | | | | |
124 | Whispers of heavenly death murnured I hear | | | | | | | |
125 | Pensive and faltering | | | | | | | |
126 | At the last, tenderly | | | | | | | |
127 | Now, trumpeter, for thy close | | | | | | | |
128 | Be not much troubled about many things | | | | | | | |
129 | Flower of the deep red zone | | | | | | | |
130 | What is time, O glorious giver | | | | | | | |
131 | The solemn wood had spread | | | | | | | |
132 | Sunset, a hush is on the air | | | | | | | |
133 | If one had never seen the full completeness | | | | | | | |
134 | Thy works, O Lord, interpret thee | | | | | | | |
135 | When steps are hurrying homeward | | | | | | | |
136 | Sometimes, when rude, cold shadows run | | | | | | | |
137 | Often I sit and spend my hour | | | | | | | |
138 | Down in the darkness, deep in the darkness | | | | | | | |
139 | Earth, with its dark and dreadful ills | | | | | | | |
140 | Securely cabined in the ship below | | | | | | | |
141 | Beside my window, in the early spring | | | | | | | |
142 | She stood before a chosen few | | | | | | | |
143 | When on my ear your loss was knelled | | | | | | | |
144 | Thou grace divine, encircling all | | | | | | | |
145 | Thou, long disowned, reviled, oppressed | | | | | | | |
146 | I cannot find thee, still on restless pinion | | | | | | | |
147 | Let whosoever will, inquire | | | | | | | |
148 | From past regret and present faithlessness | | | | | | | |
149 | The day is done, the weary day | | | | | | | |
150 | I bless thee, Lord, for sorrows sent | | | | | | | |
151 | City of God, how broad and far | | | | | | | |
152 | Poor prisoned bird, that sings and sings | | | | | | | |
153 | At cool of day, with God I walk | | | | | | | |
154 | Whichever way the wind doth blow | | | | | | | |
155 | Not yet along the purpling sky | | | | | | | |
156 | I had a treasure in my house | | | | | | | |
157 | I cannot choose, I should have liked so much | | | | | | | |
158 | The wind ahead the billows high | | | | | | | |
159 | Sweet voiced hope, thy fine discourse | | | | | | | |
160 | Angles of growth, of old in that surprise | | | | | | | |
161 | To thine eternal arms, O God | | | | | | | |
162 | No human eyes thy face may see | | | | | | | |
163 | An easy thing, O Power divine | | | | | | | |
164 | A mute companion at my side | | | | | | | |
165 | O gather, gather, stand | | | | | | | |
166 | Safe neath the violets | | | | | | | |
167 | When first I mark upon my child's clear brow | | | | | | | |
168 | Sad souls that harbor fears and woes | | | | | | | |
169 | Because I wear the swaddling-bands of time | | | | | | | |
170 | The yearly miracle of spring | | | | | | | |
171 | With song of birds and hum of bees | | | | | | | |
172 | Faithless, perverse, and blind | | | | | | | |
173 | I thought to find some healing clime | | | | | | | |
174 | Away in the dim and distant past | | | | | | | |
175 | I have been out today in field and wood | | | | | | | |
176 | One sweetly solemn thought | | | | | | | |
177 | It was an old distorted face | | | | | | | |
178 | In His glory when the spheres | | | | | | | |
179 | God sets some souls in shade, alone | | | | | | | |
180 | A little, low-ceiled room. Four walls | | | | | | | |
181 | In Christ I feel the heart of God | | | | | | | |
182 | They whose hearts are whole and strong | | | | | | | |
183 | Impossible, the eagle's flight | | | | | | | |
184 | Into the heaven of thy heart, O God | | | | | | | |
185 | Old, we are growing old | | | | | | | |
186 | Breaks the joyful Easter dawn | | | | | | | |
187 | When for me the silent oar | | | | | | | |
188 | Out of the deeps of heaven | | | | | | | |
189 | The angel came by night | | | | | | | |
190 | Thou who sendest sun and rain | | | | | | | |
191 | God to whom we look up blindly | | | | | | | |
192 | Not so in haste my heart | | | | | | | |
193 | How can I cease to pray for thee? | | | | | | | |
194 | Thou who dost build the blind bird's nest | | | | | | | |
195 | Yea, Lord, yet some must serve | | | | | | | |
196 | I would be quiet, Lord | | | | | | | |
197 | On the warm and perfumed dark | | | | | | | |
198 | Breathing the summer scented air | | | | | | | |
199 | From her own fair dominions | | | | | | | |
200 | Around this lovely valley rise | | | | | | | |