Quarles Abide with me! Fast falls the eventide Iyte Ah! whither shall I fly? what path untrod Ah! why should this immortal mind Steele A Saint! Oh, would that I could claim Ask the bird that soars on high As o'er the past my memory strays As when a felon, whom his country's laws As when the weary trav'ller gains 13 64 Barton 97 PAGE Fair Daffodills! we weep to see . Fair pledges of a fruitful tree Fair sea! whose lines of rolling wave Faith, like a simple, unsuspecting child Far from the world, O Lord, I flee Father! whate'er of earthly bliss Fight the good fight; lay hold Forgive, blest shade, the tributary tear For thou didst die for me, O Son of God! Full of trembling expectation God moves in a mysterious way La Trobe Schæner Hark! while I sing, our village clock He is the freeman whom the truth makes free Cowper Help, Lord, to whom for help I fly How brightly to a Christian's trembling eye I ask'd the Lord that I might grow "I hear thee speak of the better land" I met a fairy child, whose golden hair If human kindness meets return If, rising from the bed of death In cold misfortune's cheerless day In vain our fancy strives to paint I will take refuge in my God Jesus! and can it ever be Wesley Newton Newton Wordsworth 252 Wesley Newton Conder Noel 'Lord, and what shall this man do?' . Lord of the Sabbath, hear our vows Oh, for a glance of heavenly day Oh, from the world's vile slavery Oh! God unseen, but not unknown Oh, seek no bliss, but to fulfil |