Hymns for All Christians

Editor: Charles F. Deems, Phoebe Cary
Publisher: Hurd and Houghton , New York, 1869
Language: English
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L1A mighty fortress is our GodPage Scan
L2A poor wayfaring man of griefPage Scan
L3Abide with me; fast falls the eventidePage Scan
L4Another day of heavenly restPage Scan
L5As, down in the sunless retreats of the oceanPage Scan
L6At the cross, her station keepingPage Scan
L7Behold the Saviour of mankindPage Scan
L8Bound upon the accursed treePage Scan
L9Brightest and best of the sons of the morningPage Scan
L10Brief life is here our portionPage Scan
L11Burst, ye emerald gates, and bringPage Scan
L12Calm on the bosom of thy GodPage Scan
L13Chafed and worn with worldly carePage Scan
L14Cheek grow pale, but heart be vigorous!Page Scan
L15Come Holy Ghost, our souls inspirePage Scan
L16Come, let us join our friends abovePage Scan
L17Come, let us pray; 'tis sweet to feel Page Scan
L18Comfort, ye ministers of gracePage Scan
L19Day of wrath! that day of burningPage Scan
L20Days of my youth, ye have glided awayPage Scan
L21Dear Friend, whose presence in the housePage Scan
L22Earth has nothing sweet or fairPage Scan
L23Father, I know that all my lifePage Scan
L24Father of all! in every agePage Scan
L25Fear not, O little flock, the foeText InfoPage Scan
L26Friend after friend departsPage Scan
L27Forever with the Lord!Page Scan
L28God moves in a mysterious wayPage Scan
L29Had I the tongues of Greeks and JewsPage Scan
L30Happy the man that finds the gracePage Scan
L31Heaven is not reached by a single boundPage Scan
L32Hither, ye faithful, adoring triumphantPage Scan
L33Holy Spirit, come, we prayPage Scan
L34How are Thy servants blest, O Lord!Page Scan
L35How blest the righteous when he dies!Page Scan
L36How beauteous are their feetPage Scan
L37How shalt thou bear the cross that nowPage Scan
L38I love to steal awhile awayPage Scan
L39I mourn no more my vanished yearsPage Scan
L40If life's pleasures cheer theePage Scan
L41In evil long I took delightPage Scan
L42In the cross of Christ I gloryPage Scan
L43In the hour of my distressPage Scan
L44In the silent midnight watchesPage Scan
L45It is not death to diePage Scan
L46Jesus, my Redeemer, livesPage Scan
L47Judge not; the workings of his brainPage Scan
L48Lord, with what care hast thou begirt us round!Page Scan
L49Mercy, O thou Son of David!Page Scan
L50Morning breaks upon the tombPage Scan
L51Night prays with rosary of starsPage Scan
L52O God, O Kinsman loved, but not enough!Page Scan
L53O Sacred Head, now woundedPage Scan
L54O the hour when this materialPage Scan
L55O thou in whose presence my soul takes delightPage Scan
L56O thou who driest the mourner's tearPage Scan
L57O yet we trust that somehow goodPage Scan
L58Of all the thoughts of God that arePage Scan
L59One sweetly solemn thoughtPage Scan
L60Praise ye the Lord! 'tis good to raisePage Scan
L61Prayer is the soul's sincere desirePage Scan
L62Return, O wanderer, returnPage Scan
L63Ring out, wild bells, to the wild skyPage Scan
L64Salvation! O the joyful sound!Page Scan
L65Sister Sorrow! sit beside mePage Scan
L66Sometimes a light surprisesPage Scan
L67Sow in the morn thy seedPage Scan
L68Stand up, and bless the LordPage Scan
L69Sweet day! so cool, so calm, so brightPage Scan
L70Sweet the moments, rich in blessingPage Scan
L71The chariot! the chariot! its wheels roll in firePage Scan
L72The day is ended, Ere I sink to sleepPage Scan
L73The God of Abraham praisePage Scan
L74The Lord descended from abovePage Scan
L75The Lord my pasture shall preparePage Scan
L76The Lord our God is clothed with mightPage Scan
L77The man that looks on glassPage Scan
L78The pangs of death are nearPage Scan
L79The perfect world by Adam trodPage Scan
L80The royal banners forward goPage Scan
L81The spacious firmament on highPage Scan
L82There is no flock, however watched and tendedPage Scan
L83Therefore, O friend, I would not, if I mightPage Scan
L84Thy cruel crown of thorns!Page Scan
L85'Tis first the true, and then the beautifulPage Scan
L86To think for aye; to breathe immortal breathPage Scan
L87Unveil thy bosom, faithful tombPage Scan
L88Vital spark of heavenly flame!Page Scan
L89Wake, and lift up thyself, my heartPage Scan
L90We know, by faith we knowPage Scan
L91We sat down and wept by the watersPage Scan
L92When I consider how my light is spentPage Scan
L93When Jordan hush'd his waters stillPage Scan
L94When languor and disease invadePage Scan
L95When, marshaled on the nightly plainPage Scan
L96When this passing world is donePage Scan
L97When through the torn sail the wild tempest is streamingPage Scan
L98Whilst the careless world is sleepingPage Scan
L99Without haste! without rest!Page Scan
L100Without Thy presence earth gives no reflectionPage Scan

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