"Every plant which my heavenly Father hath not planted shall be rooted up,' "It is good to be here," Despondency corrected, An Evening Service, The Folly of Atheism, Sabbath Hymn, Public Worship, Light from Religion, Love to God, Sabbath Hymn, Page. Cunningham. 259 Herbert Knowles. 260 Wadsworth. 262 . Bowring. 263 Darwin. 265 Mrs. Barbauld. 267 Sir J. E. Smith. 268 Bowring. 269 E. T. 270 Mrs. Barbauld. 271 Sabbath Days-Modernized from "Son-Dayes," in Vaughan's "Silex Scintillans," Bernard Barton. 271 The Spiritual Law-Deut. xxx. 11-14, The Happiness of the Godly, Id. 272 Id. 273 Morning Hymn,. The Cross of Christ, "God is Love," The Creator's Works, Milton. 274 J. Bowring. 276 Hymn-"It is I; be not afraid," Sir James E. Smith. 278 Love of God, To a Butterfly resting on a Skull, A Thought on Death, The Widow of Nain, The Autumn Evening, Wallace. 279 Thompson. 279 Cowper. 283 Caroline Fry. 284 Anonymous. 285 Mrs. Barbauld. 286 Furness. 287 Peabody. 288 TABLE OF FIRST LINES. A cloud lay cradled near the setting sun, Ah me! these youthful bearers, robed in white, A mother's love-how sweet the name, And is there care in heaven? and is there love, A Parish Priest was of the pilgrim train, 178 17 At the close of the day, when the hamlet is still, 137 Ay, there ye shine, and there have shone, 139 Bright be the skies that cover thee,. 236 Build'st thou on Wealth?-its wings are ever spread, 241 But who shall see the glorious day, 139 Child of the dust, I heard thee mourn, Dear is the hallow'd morn to me, Enthroned upon a hill of light, Fallen is thy throne, O Israel, Page. Few are thy days, and full of wo, 117 Forgive thy foes;-nor that alone,. 220 From early childhood, even, as hath been said, 126 From Greenland's icy mountains, 173 Go, take the wings of morn, Grace does not steel the faithful heart, Group after group are gathering, such as prest, Heave! mighty ocean, heave! 60 161 51 63 Here, in a little cave, He sung of God, the mighty source, 20.2 242 He who delights to trace, with serious thought, How shall I know thee in the sphere which keeps, 243 192 19 How shall I praise thee, Lord of light? How sweetly flow'd the Gospel's sound, How sweet, upon this sacred day, 122 166 180 How sweet and solemn, all alone, I am monarch of all I survey, If human kindness meets return, If that high world, which lies beyond, I had found out a sweet green spot, I love to see the falling leaf, I love the organ's joyous swell, 224 41 47 207 107 269 101 23 219 153 190 116 102 198 212 I seek the mountain cleft: alone, It is the one true Light, It must be sweet in childhood to give back, King of the world! I worship thee, . Knell of departed years, . Lord, who art merciful as well as just, Look on him-through his dungeon grate, Low in the dim and sultry west, Methinks it is good to be here, Mother, I am dying now, My God, all nature owns thy sway, My mother's voice! how often creep, Nay, William, nay, not so; the changeful year, O, could the soul oppress'd with care, O'er Kedron's stream, and Salem's height, O God! whose thunder shakes the sky, Oh mighty is the Lord of Hosts, Oh! weep for those that wept by Babel's stream, O most delightful hour by man, O, the wrath of the Lord is a terrible thing! O think that, while you're weeping here, 113 O thou whose lips can well repeat, 193 O Thou whom eye hath seen not-nor shall see, 209 O Thou Great Being! what thou art, 226 O! would you be assured you love your God, 284 Page. Praise waits in Zion, Lord, for thee, 268 Prayer is the soul's sincere desire, 57 Sad and slow was the wanderer's tread, 54 Sad, solitary Thought, who keep'st thy vigils, 99 Salt of the earth! ye virtuous few, 74 Say not the law divine, 272 Shall man, to sordid views confined, 40 She said she was alone within the world, 182 Sleep, sleep to-day, tormenting cares, 267 Spirit of spirits! who, through every part, 183 Sweet bird, again that plaintive strain, 168 107 218 Sweet Peace, where dost thou dwell? &c. Take, holy earth, all that my soul holds dear,. The Assyrian came down like the wolf on the fold,. 133 The autumnal winds had stripp'd the field, 103 The bird, let loose in eastern skies,. 163 The clouds! the clouds! they are beautiful, 25 The heavens, O Lord, thy power proclaim, The groves were God's first temples. Ere man learn'd, 157 50 The hour, the hour, the parting hour, The melancholy days are come, the saddest, &c. |