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Eighteen hundred years agone
Ere last year's moon had left the sky
Ethereal race, inhabitants of air .
Ethereal minstrel, pilgrim of the sky
Far away where the tempests play
Far from the world, O Lord, I flee
Father, I know that all my life
For Thou wert born of woman! Thou didst come

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Gently speak and lightly tread
Give me a tender spotless child
Give me my scallop shell of quiet
Gloomy night embraced the place
Glory to Thee, my God, this night
God is love; the heavens tell it
God is ascended up on high
God moves in a mysterious way
God scatters love on every side
Going home from the House of God
Happy soul! thy days are ended
Hark! hark! my soul ! angelic songs are swelling
Hark, my soul ! it is the Lord
Hast thou seen with flash incessant
Hear me, O God
He is gone beyond the skies.
Her eyes are homes of silent prayer
He stopp'd at last .
He, Who on earth as man was known
Holy, holy, holy, Lord
Holy'! holy! holy ! Lord God Almighty
Hope springs eternal in the human breast
How blest Thy creature is, O God
How happy is he born and taught
How pleasant to me thy deep blue wave
If Heavenly flowers might bloom unharm'd on earth
If you're waking, call me early, call me early, mother dear
I got me flowers to strew Thy way
I heard the voice of Jesus say
I hear thee speak of the better land
I look'd with pride on what I'd done
I mourn no more my vanish'd years
In pride, in reasoning pride our error lies
In the hour of my distress
In the hour of trial
In the silent midnight watches
In the days of our forefathers, the gallant days of old
Into a desolate land
In token that thou shalt not fear
I praised the earth, in beauty seen

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I say to thee-Do thou repeat
Is Resignation's lesson hard ?
I sing the birth was born to-night
It came upon the midnight clear.
It chanced upon the merry merry Christmas eve
It is not growing like a tree

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Jesu ! bless our slender boat
Jesus, my strength, my hope
Jesu, the very thought of Thee
Just as I am, without one plea

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Late, late, so late! and dark the night, and chill
Latest born of Jesse's race
Launch thy bark, mariner ! Christian, Heaven speed thee
Let me be with Thee where Thou art
Let other thoughts, where'er I roam
Let us quit the leafy arbour
Little pomp or earthly state
Like as the damask rose you see
Look westward, pensive little one
Lord Jesu, when we stand afar
Lord, with what care hast thou begirt us round
Lord! who art merciful as well as just
Lost! lost! lost !
Love thy God, and love Him only
Merrily, merrily, goes the bark
Methought I heard a sound, methought it came
My conscience is my crown
My fairest child, I have no song to give you
My God, my Father, while I stray
My life's a shade, my days
My little doves have left a nest
My soul, there is a country
My spirit longs for Thee.

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Nearer, my God, to Thee
Near yonder copse, where once the garden smiled

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O come and mourn with me awhile
O day most calm, most bright!
O, fairest flower! no sooner blown but blasted .
of all the thoughts of God that are
O, happy is the man who hears
O'happy soul, that lives on high .
O Lord! how happy should we be
O miserable man
Once more, through God's high will and grace
One day to Helbeck I had stroll'd
On the cross the dying Saviour
O Paradise ! O Paradise !

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O rich the tint of earthly gold
0, shame upon thee, listless heart
Oh that those lips had language ! Life has pass'd .
O Thou that driest the mourner's tear .
Pause not to dream of the future before us
Poor little Willie
Praise be Thine, most Holy Spirit
Prayer is the soul's sincere desire
Receive him, earth, unto thine harbouring shrine.
Religion does not censure or exclude
Return, O wanderer, to thy home
Rise, crown'd with light, imperial Salem rise
Robert of Sicily, brother of Pope Urbane
Rock of Ages, cleft for me.

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Sabbath of the saints of old
Saviour, when in dust to Thee
Say, watchman, what of the night?
Sea-bird ! haunter of the wave
She had been told that God made all the stars
Slowly fashioned, link by link
Some murmur when their sky is clear .
Soon and for ever
So rest, for ever rest, o Princely Pair !
Star of morn and even
Summer is a glorious season
Sun of my soul, Thou Saviour dear .
Sweet day, so calm, so cool, so bright .
Sweet maiden, for so calm a life .
Sweet nurslings of the vernal skies
Sweet Robin, I have heard them say

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Take them, O Death! and bear away
The air of death breathes through our souls
The Assyrian came down like the wolf on the fold
The child leans on its parent's breast
The cloud-capp'd

towers, the gorgeous palaces .
The day is cloudy; it should be so
The flower is small that decks the field
The Holy Son of God most high .
The lights o'er yonder snowy range
The Lord my pasture shall prepare
The roseate hues of early dawn
The sea of Fortune doth not even flow
The seas are quiet when the winds are o'er
The scene was more beautiful far to my eye
The skylark has perceiv'd his prison door
The spacious firmament on high .
The stars shine bright while earth is dark
The time draws near the birth of Christ

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The time so tranquil is, and clear
The turf shall be my fragrant shrine
The tempest rages wild, and high
The way is long and dreary
The yellow poplar leaves came down
Then constant faith, and holy hope shall die
There is a fountain fill'd with blood
There is a Reaper, whose name is Death
There is a thought so purely blest
There is no flock, however watch'd and tended .
There is no love like the love of Jesus.
They sin who tell us love can die
This world I deem.
This world is all a fleeting show
Thou art gone to the grave! but we will not deplore thee
Thou art, O God! the life and light
Thou canst accomplish all things, Lord of might
Thou spakest and the waters rollid
Thou wert fair, Lady Mary.
Thou, who dost dwell alone
Thou whom chance may hither lead
Through sorrow's path, and danger's road
Through the love of God, our Saviour
'Tis folly all that can be said
'Tis not one blossom makes a spring
- To our high-raised phantasy present.
To these, whom death again did we
Triumphal arch, that fill'st the sky
Vital spark of heavenly flame .
Waves, waves, waves !
We beside the wondrous river
We have lost him; he is gone!
We've no abiding city here.
We walk'd within the churchyard bounds
What is good for a bootless bene?
What is the Church, and what am I?
What mourner ever felt poetic fire?
What though my harp and viol be
When brothers part for manhood's race
When first thine eyes unveil, give thy soul leave
When I survey the wondrous cross .
When Lazarus left his charnel-cave
When marshalld on the nightly plain
When my breast labours with oppressive care
When our heads are bow'd in woe
When Spring unlocks the flowers to paint the laughing soil
When the great Hebrew king did almost strain
When the hours of Day are number'd
Where high the heavenly temple stands

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Where the remote Bermudas ride
Which is the happiest death to die
While snows even from the mild south-Fest.
Who for the like of me will care ?
Who has this Book and reads it not
Within this leaf to every eye .

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Yes, God is good : in earth and sky.
Yes, so it was ere Jesus came.
Yes, surely there's a love abroad
Yet though the fig-tree should no burden bear

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R. CLAY, SON, AND TAYLOR, PRINTERS.

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