INDEX OF FIRST LINES. Page A cloud lay cradled near the setting sun 187 245 302 Awake, my soul, in joyful lays As pants the wearied hart for cooling springs As some lone captive on a foreign shore 'As when a child, secure of harms Awake, sweet harp of Judah, wake Blame not the monumental stone we raise. Breathe thoughts of pity o'er a brother's fall Brightest and best of the sons of the morning Brother, thou art gone before us But who shall see the glorious day By the rivers of waters, where Babylon dwells "Cease here longer to detain me" "Child of Man, whose seed below" Child of sorrow, lend thine ear Come let us join our cheerful songs Dark river of death, that is flowing Death's but a path that must be trod Enthroned upon a hill of light Ere yet the ev'ning star, with silver ray Even thus amid thy pride and luxury 240 Fallen is thy throne, O Israel 210 189 91 "Feed my Lambs," 'twas kindly spoken 277 Fierce passions discompose the mind 138 Forgive, blest shade, the tributary tear 23 For me! was it rightly I heard? 339 For thou wert born of woman; thou didst come 25 For what shall I praise thee, my God and my King? 300 Friend after friend departs 267 Grief for the dead, what heart can e'er reprove 147 High in yonder realms of light 152 Hope, with uplifted foot, set free from earth 275 How blest is the Christian, bereft 155 How blest the sacred tie that binds 188 How cheering the thought, that the spirits in bliss 345 How long the time since Christ began 353 How sweetly parts the Christian sun 112 How tedious and tasteless the hours 266 If ever it could come to pass I heard thee-not the seraph's strain I love to think of heaven, where I shall meet I'm going to leave all my sadness In a dream of the night I was wafted away In evil long I took delight In heart divided, and in spirit rent In search of enjoyment I wander'd in vain Interval of grateful shade In trouble and in grief, O God I quit the world's fantastic joys 114 Is there a time when moments flow 123 It happen'd on a solemn eventide 232 It matters little at what hour o' the day Let no proud stone with sculptur'd virtues rise 342 113 Let the proud veil of darkness be roll'd from be fore thee. 173 Lift up your eyes of faith and see Man like a flower at morn appears No longer I follow a sound 37 Nor for thee, nor for me, was earth's valley decreed 97 Not seldom, clad in radiant vest 194 Now let us join with hearts and tongues 170 O child of sorrow, be it thine to know Of all my race there breathes not one O God! my heart within me faints O grieve not for him with wildness of sorrow O had I the wings of a dove Oh! child of grief, why weepest thou Page Oh! for a closer walk with God 88 Oh! for a glance of heavenly day 329 Oh! long is that life which endeavours to measure 221 Oh! never, never canst thou know 191 O how unlike the complex works of man 246 Oh! sweet is morn's first breeze that strays on the mountain 124 Oh! that in unfetter'd union 117 Oh! thou who dryest the mourner's tear 47 Oh thou whose mercy guides my way 23 Oh! weep for those that wept by Babel's stream 103 On this labour of love may a blessing attend 184 "Poor and afflicted," Lord, are thine Prayer is the soul's sincere desire Remember thee! Remember Christ! Rise, my soul, and stretch thy wings 811 59 360 319 116 318 106 |