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"Every plant which my heavenly Father hath not

planted shall be rooted up," "It is good to be here," Despondency corrected, An Evening Service,

The Folly of Atheism,

Sabbath Hymn,

Public Worship, .

Light from Religion,

Love to God,

Sabbath Hymn,

Page.

Cunningham. 259

Herbert Knowles. 260

Wadsworth. 262

Bowring. 263

Darwin. 265

Mrs. Barbauld. 267 Sir J. E. Smith. 268

Bowring. 269

E. T. 270

Mrs. Barbauld. 271

Sabbath Days-Modernized from "Son-Dayes," in

Vaughan's "Silex Scintillans,"

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Bernard Barton. 271

The Spiritual Law-Deut. xxx. 11—14,

The Happiness of the Godly,

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"God is Love,"

M. 272

Id. 273

Milton. 274

J. Bowring. 276

Id. 277

Hymn "It is I; be not afraid," Sir James E. Smith. 278

The Creator's Works,

Hymn,.

The Bible,

Love of God,

To a Butterfly resting on a Skull,

A Thought on Death,

†The Widow of Nain,

The Autumn Evening,

Wallace. 279 Thompson. 279 Cowper. 283 Caroline Fry. 284 Anonymous. 285 Mrs. Barbauld. 286

Furness. 287

Peabody. 288

TABLE OF FIRST LINES.

A cloud lay cradled near the setting sun,
Ah! when did wisdom covet length of days,

Ah me! these youthful bearers, robed in white,
All I feel, and hear, and see,

A mother's love-how sweet the name,

And is there care in heaven? and is there love,
And Rachel lies in Ephrath's land,

A Parish Priest was of the pilgrim train,
As the good shepherd leads his sheep,

At the close of the day, when the hamlet is still,
Ay, there ye shine, and there have shone,

Begin, my soul, the exalted lay!
Behold the western evening light,
Behold this ruin! 'Twas a skull,
Bereft of all, when hopeless care,
Beyond, beyond that boundless sea,

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166

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17

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Build'st thou on Wealth?-its wings are ever spread, 241

But who shall see the glorious day,

139

Child of the dust, I heard thee mourn,

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Few are thy days, and full of wo,

117

Forgive thy foes;-nor that alone, .

220

From early childhood, even, as hath been said,

126

From Greenland's icy mountains,

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He sung of God, the mighty source,

Group after group are gathering, such as prest,

Heave! mighty ocean, heave!

Here, in a little cave,

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He who delights to trace, with serious thought,
How fair is the rose! what a beautiful flower,
How shall I know thee in the sphere which keeps,
How shall I praise thee, Lord of light?
How sweetly flow'd the Gospel's sound,
How sweet, upon this sacred day,
How sweet and solemn, all alone,
How wither'd, faded, seems the form,
"Humility," said Lena, as she drew,

I am monarch of all I survey,
I dream'd:-I saw a rosy child,
If all our hopes and all our fears,
If human kindness meets return,
If I had Jubal's chorded shell,
If love, the noblest, purest, best,
If that high world, which lies beyond,

I had found out a sweet green spot,
I hear thee speak of a better land,
I love to muse, when none are nigh,

51

63

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I seek the mountain cleft: alone,

Is there a time when moments flow,
Is there a lone and dreary hour,

It is not that my lot is low,

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152

110

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92

It is the one true Light, .

215

It must be sweet in childhood to give back,

32

It thunders! sons of dust, in reverence bow!

151

I will not sing a mortal's praise,

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Look on him-through his dungeon grate,

27

Lord, who art merciful as well as just,
Low in the dim and sultry west,

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My God, all nature owns thy sway,

169

O, could the soul oppress'd with care,

My mother's voice! how often creep,

Nay, William, nay, not so; the changeful year,

No moon hung o'er the sleeping earth,
Now breathes the ruddy Morn around,

O'er Kedron's stream, and Salem's height,
O fear not thou to die,

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72

18

213

71

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131

O God! whose thunder shakes the sky,

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Oh mighty is the Lord of Hosts,

20

Oh! weep for those that wept by Babel's stream,

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O, the wrath of the Lord is a terrible thing!

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O think that, while you're weeping here,

113

O thou whose lips can well repeat, .

193

O Thou whom eye hath seen not-nor shall see,

209

O Thou Great Being! what thou art,

226

! would you be assured you love your God,

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