The heart dies down-O mightiest then,

Come ever true, come ever near, And wake their slumbering love again,

Spirit of God's most holy Fear!

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AND is there in God's world so drear a place

96

At length the worst is o'er, and Thou art laid
Awake-again the Gospel-trump is blown

136

9

Fill high the bowl, and spice it well, and pour

120

First Father of the holy seed

152

Foe of mankind! too bold thy race

82

Page

Go not away, thou weary soul
Go up and watch the new-born rill

Hold up thy mirror to the sun

222

144

340

1

Hues of the rich unfolding morn

I mark'd a rainbow in the north

61

O hateful spell of Sin! when friends are nigh

205

O holy mountain of my God

128

O Lord my God, do Thou thy holy will

123

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O Youth and Joy, your airy tread
Of the bright things in earth and air
Oh! day of days! shall hearts set free
Oh say not, dream not, heavenly notes
Oh Thou who deign'st to sympathize
Oh! who shall dare in this frail scene

380

21

140

371

315

319

Soft cloud, that while the breeze of May
Star of the East, how sweet art Thou
Stately thy walls, and holy are the prayers

172

50

257

Sweet Dove! the softest, steadiest plume
Sweet nurslings of the vernal skies

T'en cleans'd, and only one remain
'Tis gone, that bright and orbed blaze
'Tis true, of old th' unchanging sun
The bright hair'd morn is glowing

86

251

248

5

38

287

The prayers are o'er; why slumberest thou so long

389

The world's a room of sickness, where each heart

325

The year begins with Thee

42

There are, who darkling and alone

74

There is an awe in mortals' joy

There is a book, who runs may read
They know th' Almighty's power
Thou first-born of the year's delight
Thou thrice denied, yet thrice belov'd

'Twas silence in thy temple, Lord
Twice in her season of decay

Two clouds before the summer gale

377

79

66

148

333

409

329

353