112 | A Book of Hymns and Tunespage 113 | 114 |
Text: | Thou art gone before us, brother |
Text: | Like shadows gliding o'er the plain |
Author: | John Taylor |
Text: | Thou who hast called our being here |
Author: | James T. Fields |
Text: | The wild flower drinks the morning dew and greets the breezes free |
Text: | O thou who sendest sun and rain |
Text: | Now praise and thanks from all be given |