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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,
Herbert Knowles. 260
Mrs. Barbauld. 267 Sir J. E. Smith. 268
E. T. 270
Mrs. Barbauld. 271
Sabbath Days-Modernized from "Son-Dayes," in
Vaughan's "Silex Scintillans,"
Bernard Barton. 271
The Spiritual Law-Deut. xxx. 11-14,
The Happiness of the Godly,
The Cross of Christ,
"God is Love,"
The Creator's Works,
J. Bowring. 276
Hymn-"It is I; be not afraid," Sir James E. Smith. 278
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
TABLE OF FIRST LINES.
A cloud lay cradled near the setting sun,
Ah me! these youthful bearers, robed in white,
A mother's love-how sweet the name,
And is there care in heaven? and is there love,
A Parish Priest was of the pilgrim train,
At the close of the day, when the hamlet is still,
Ay, there ye shine, and there have shone,
Bright be the skies that cover thee,.
Build'st thou on Wealth?-its wings are ever spread, 241
But who shall see the glorious day,
Child of the dust, I heard thee mourn,
Dear is the hallow'd morn to me,
Enthroned upon a hill of light,
Fallen is thy throne, O Israel,
Few are thy days, and full of wo,
Forgive thy foes;-nor that alone,.
From early childhood, even, as hath been said,
From Greenland's icy mountains,
Go, take the wings of morn,
Grace does not steel the faithful heart,
Group after group are gathering, such as prest,
Heave! mighty ocean, heave!
Here, in a little cave,
He sung of God, the mighty source,
He who delights to trace, with serious thought,
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,
I am monarch of all I survey,
If human kindness meets return,
If that high world, which lies beyond,
I had found out a sweet green spot,
I love to see the falling leaf,
I love the organ's joyous swell,
I seek the mountain cleft: alone,
It is the one true Light,
It must be sweet in childhood to give back,
King of the world! I worship thee, .
Knell of departed years, .
Lord, who art merciful as well as just,
Look on him-through his dungeon grate,
Low in the dim and sultry west,
Methinks it is good to be here,
Mother, I am dying now,
My God, all nature owns thy sway,
My mother's voice! how often creep,
Nay, William, nay, not so; the changeful year,
O, could the soul oppress'd with care,
O'er Kedron's stream, and Salem's height,
O God! whose thunder shakes the sky,
Oh mighty is the Lord of Hosts,
Oh! weep for those that wept by Babel's stream,
O most delightful hour by man,
O, the wrath of the Lord is a terrible thing!
O think that, while you're weeping here,
O thou whose lips can well repeat,
O Thou whom eye hath seen not-nor shall see,
O Thou Great Being! what thou art,
O! would you be assured you love your God,
Praise waits in Zion, Lord, for thee,
Prayer is the soul's sincere desire,
Sad and slow was the wanderer's tread,
Sad, solitary Thought, who keep'st thy vigils,
Salt of the earth! ye virtuous few,
Say not the law divine,
Shall man, to sordid views confined,
She said she was alone within the world,
Sleep, sleep to-day, tormenting cares,
Spirit of spirits! who, through every part,
Sweet bird, again that plaintive strain,
Sweet Peace, where dost thou dwell? &c.
Take, holy earth, all that my soul holds dear,.
The Assyrian came down like the wolf on the fold,.
The autumnal winds had stripp'd the field,
The bird, let loose in eastern skies,.
The clouds! the clouds! they are beautiful,
The heavens, O Lord, thy power proclaim,
The groves were God's first temples. Ere man learn'd,
The hour, the hour, the parting hour,
The melancholy days are come, the saddest, &c.