Nearer this long night's close, Nearer the coming cloudless morn, This sweetly solemn thought INDEX. A bright-hair'd company of youthful slaves Behold! the mountain of the Lord Birds have their quiet nest Bless God, my soul!-Thou, Lord, alone Blest pair of Syrens, pledges of heaven's joy But whence came they who for the Saviour Lord Change is our portion here Cheer up, desponding soul Child of man, whose seed below Child of the dust! if e'er thine eye PAGE. 143 148 197 141 32 293 278 188 139 133 21 154 252 Fair sea! whose lines of rolling wave Far down the ages now Far from the world, O Lord! I flee Father, I know that all my life Fear was within the tossing bark Fierce was the wild billow; dark was the night For thee, O dear, dear country Friend after friend departs From Olivet's sequester'd seats Give to the winds thy fears Glorious Shepherd of the sheep God calling yet! and shall I never hearken God is our refuge, our strong tower Happiness! thou lovely name He wept by Lazarus' grave-how will He bear Hear me, O God! Help, Lord, to whom for help I fly Her eyes are homes of silent prayer High on His everlasting throne Hope of the coming glory How sweet shall be the incense of my prayer! 83 49 192 I have a heritage of joy I heard the voice of Jesus say I sing the birth was born to-night I the good fight have fought I think that look of Christ might seem to say I thirst, Thou wounded Lamb of God In age and feebleness extreme .. In all extremes, Lord, Thou art still In every object here I see In the hour of my distress Interval of grateful shade It came upon the midnight clear .. It is a place where poets crown'd may feel the heart's decaying Jesu, thy blood and righteousness Jesus, and shall it ever be ! Jesus, cast a look on me Jesus, my all, to heaven is gone Jesus, Thy Church with longing eyes Jesus, while he dwelt below Just as I am, without one plea Knell of departed years Leaves have their time to fall Left in her little room alone Like to the falling of a star Lo! at Thy feet Thy children fall 58 Lord, it belongs not to my care Lord of earth! Thy forming hand Lord, many times I am a weary quite Lord, what is man? why should he cost Thee Love craves the presence and the sight Man of sorrows, and acquainted My Father and my God My God, it is not fretfulness My God, my Father, blissful name My heart is fix'd, O God, my strength My soul, amid this stormy world My spirit longeth for Thee My stock lies dead, and no increase O God unseen, but not unknown O lovely voices of the sky O that my heart was right with Thee O Thou great power! in whom I move O Zion! when I think on thee Of all the thoughts of God that are Oh, cling not, Trembler, to life's fragile bark Oh for a closer walk with God Oh! where shall rest be found |