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1 | Ring out, wild bells, to the wild sky | | | | | | | |
2 | I said it in the meadow path | | | | | | | |
3 | O Life that maketh all things new | | | | | | | |
4 | I ask not wealth, but power to take | | | | | | | |
5 | Oh, yet we trust that somehow good | | | | | | | |
6 | With wider view come loftier goal | | | | | | | |
7 | The heart it hath its own estate | | | | | | | |
8 | Live thou thy life; nor take thou heed | | | | | | | |
9 | The very blossoms of our life | | | | | | | |
10 | God of the earth, the sky, the sea! | | | | | | | |
11 | There is a something sweet and pure | | | | | | | |
12 | Now I resolve with all my heart | | | | | | | |
13 | O God, whose presence glows in all | | | | | | | |
14 | Oh, sometimes comes to soul and sense | | | | | | | |
15 | In quiet hours the tranquil soul | | | | | | | |
16 | He liveth long who liveth well | | | | | | | |
17 | Again, as evening's shadow falls | | | | | | | |
18 | Not always on the mount may we | | | | | | | |
19 | Now is the seed time; God alone | | | | | | | |
20 | Abide not in the realm of dreams | | | | | | | |
21 | From all that dwell below the skies | | | | | | | |
22 | Now with creation's morning song | | | | | | | |
23 | New every morning is the love | | | | | | | |
24 | Saint Augustine has truly said | | | | | | | |
25 | Go forth to life, O child of earth! | | | | | | | |
26 | 'Tis winter now; the fallen snow | | | | | | | |
27 | O God! I thank Thee for each sight | | | | | | | |
28 | How happy is he, born and taught | | | | | | | |
29 | To-day be joy in every heart | | | | | | | |
30 | Here, like the birds that wander free | | | | | | | |
31 | There grew a little flower once | | | | | | | |
32 | Wherever in the world I am | | | | | | | |
33 | Father, I know that all my life | | | | | | | |
34 | Prune thou thy words, the thoughts control | | | | | | | |
35 | Scorn not the slightest word or deed | | | | | | | |
36 | New words to speak, new thoughts to hear | | | | | | | |
37 | One thought I have, my ample creed | | | | | | | |
38 | O God, whose law is in the sky | | | | | | | |
39 | The cattle on a thousand hills | | | | | | | |
40 | Who is thy neighbor? He whom thou | | | | | | | |
41 | O Love divine, of all that is | | | | | | | |
42 | Sing praise to God for sun and shade | | | | | | | |
43 | We pray no more, made lowly wise | | | | | | | |
44 | Father, we would not dare to change | | | | | | | |
45 | Oh, not in far-off realms of space | | | | | | | |
46 | O Name, all other names above | | | | | | | |
47 | Be true to every inmost thought | | | | | | | |
48 | Welcome from God, O glad new year | | | | | | | |
49 | Speak gently—it is better far | | | | | | | |
50 | There is a book, who runs may read | | | | | | | |
51 | Think gently of the erring one | | | | | | | |
52 | As pants the hart for cooling springs | | | | | | | |
53 | I want a principle within | | | | | | | |
54 | How glad the tone when summer's sun | | | | | | | |
55 | All as God wills! who wisely heeds | | | | | | | |
56 | All men are equal in their birth | | | | | | | |
57 | Make channels for the streams of love | | | | | | | |
58 | O little birds that all day long | | | | | | | |
59 | Not only for some task sublime | | | | | | | |
60 | I cannot think of them as dead | | | | | | | |
61 | I little see, I little know | | | | | | | |
62 | One holy Church of God appears | | | | | | | |
63 | I long for household voices gone | | | | | | | |
64 | It surely is a wasted heart | | | | | | | |
65 | Many in one, our fathers said | | | | | | | |
66 | Walk in the light! so shalt thou know | | | | | | | |
67 | Our Father, through the coming year | | | | | | | |
68 | He always wins who sides with God | | | | | | | |
69 | I do not plead because I would | | | | | | | |
70 | The dove, let loose in eastern skies | | | | | | | |
71 | From lips divine, like healing balm | | | | | | | |
72 | Ope, ope, my soul! around thee press | | | | | | | |
73 | We bring, O Lord, our hearts to Thee | | | | | | | |
74 | There is a mother's voice of love | | | | | | | |
75 | The softened mold is brown and warm | | | | | | | |
76 | The harp at nature's advent strung | | | | | | | |
77 | Rouse up to work that waits for us | | | | | | | |
78 | I hear it often in the dark | | | | | | | |
79 | The Lord is in His holy place | | | | | | | |
80 | Lord! when I all things would possess | | | | | | | |
81 | Sweet morn! from countless cups of gold | | | | | | | |
82 | While Thee I seek, protecting Power | | | | | | | |
83 | I look to Thee in ev'ry need | | | | | | | |
84 | Sow in the morn thy seed | | | | | | | |
85 | Through dangers of the night | | | | | | | |
86 | Blest are the pure in heart | | | | | | | |
87 | Send down Thy truth, O God | | | | | | | |
88 | At first I prayed for Light | | | | | | | |
89 | My God, my strength, my hope | | | | | | | |
90 | Teach me, my God and King | | | | | | | |
91 | Lead, kindly Light, amid the encircling gloom | | | | | | | |
92 | Little by little the time goes by | | | | | | | |
93 | What is the law of thy beauty? | | | | | | | |
94 | Out of the darkness | | | | | | | |
95 | Kind words can never die | | | | | | | |
96 | Nearer, my God, to Thee | | | | | | | |
97 | My country, 'tis of thee | | | | | | | |
98 | Purer yet and purer | | | | | | | |
99 | Little deeds of kindness | | | | | | | |
100 | Pluck the rose while blooming | | | | | | | |