The Treasury of American Sacred Song with Notes Explanatory and Biographical

Editor: W. Garrett Horder
Publisher: Oxford University Press, London; New York, 1896
Language: English
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201The night is made for cooling shadePage Scan
202I bring my hymn of thankfulnessPage Scan
203Fold up thy hands, my weary soulPage Scan
204I plucked it in an idle hourPage Scan
205O beauteous things of earthPage Scan
206The ship may sinkPage Scan
207Since Eden, it keeps the secretPage Scan
208How do the rivulets find their wayPage Scan
209Guest from a holier worldPage Scan
210Great Maker, teach us how to hope in manPage Scan
211Lord, send us forth among thy fields to work!Page Scan
212Because I could not stop for deathPage Scan
213I never saw a moorPage Scan
214Death is a dialoguePage Scan
215Exultation is the going of an inland soul to seaPage Scan
216The bustle in a housePage Scan
217Afraid, of whom am I afraidPage Scan
218If I can stop one heart from breakingPage Scan
219Look back on time with kindly eyesPage Scan
220They dropped like flakes, they dropped like starsPage Scan
221She died this was the way she diedPage Scan
222At least to pray is left, is leftPage Scan
223Let down the bars, O deathPage Scan
224Through the straight pass of sufferingPage Scan
225I am old and blindPage Scan
226O Christian soldier, shouldst thou ruePage Scan
227In youth, when blood was warm and fancy highPage Scan
228Blindfolded and alone I standPage Scan
229They bade me cast the thing awayPage Scan
230As when on some great mountain-peak we standPage Scan
231Like a blind spinner in the sunPage Scan
232Angel of pain, I think thy facePage Scan
233Like a cradle rocking, rockingPage Scan
234I cannot think but God must knowPage Scan
235Good tidings every dayPage Scan
236Mysterious death, who in a single hourPage Scan
237Could we but know the landPage Scan
238I have a little kinsmanPage Scan
239The city's shining towers we may not seePage Scan
240O little town of Bethlehem, How still we seePage Scan
241Gray distance hid each shining sailPage Scan
242All moveless stand the ancient cedar-treesPage Scan
243Speechless sorrow sat with mePage Scan
244This is the feast time of the yearPage Scan
245The day is ended, Ere I sink to sleepPage Scan
246A golden twinkle in the wayside grassPage Scan
247The eagle nestles near the sunPage Scan
248Crimsoning the woodlands dumb and hoaryPage Scan
249The legend says, in paradisePage Scan
250He leant, at sunset, on his spadePage Scan
251Yes, God is good, I'm told, you seePage Scan
252Then shall he answerPage Scan
253Shut in a close and dreary sleepPage Scan
254God's will is the bud of the rose for your hairPage Scan
255Long is the way O LordPage Scan
256Some day or other I shall surely comePage Scan
257I hear the soft September rain intonePage Scan
258How, we, poor players on life's little stagePage Scan
259Dear and blessed dead onesPage Scan
260That longed for door stood openPage Scan
261I hear the low voice that bids me comePage Scan
262Across the sea I sail, and do not knowPage Scan
263Because I seek thee not, oh seek thou mePage Scan
264At end of love, at end of lifePage Scan
265Round among the quiet gravesPage Scan
266From the soft south the constant bird comes backPage Scan
267The glad dawn sets his fires upon the hillsPage Scan
268Fain would I climb the heightsPage Scan
269In those high heavens wherein the fair stars flowrePage Scan
270Just come from heaven, how bright and fairPage Scan
271Whenever my heart is heavyPage Scan
272Still Sundays, rising o'er the worldPage Scan
273Thou art alive, O gravePage Scan
274In the bitter waves of woePage Scan
275Sick of myself and all that keeps the lightPage Scan
276When to soft sleep we give ourselves awayPage Scan
277Knowledge, who hath it, Nay, not thouPage Scan
278Sing, children, singPage Scan
279Upon the sadness of the seaPage Scan
280Across the narrow beach we flitPage Scan
281Come with a smile, when come thou mustPage Scan
282The Star I worship shines alonePage Scan
283Build a little fence of trustPage Scan
284Lord, for the erring thoughtPage Scan
285If he could doubt on his triumphant crossPage Scan
286If I lay waste, and wither up with doubtPage Scan
287As I stand by the cross on the lone mountain's crestPage Scan
288Bells of the past, whose long forgotten musicPage Scan
289Serene, I fold my hands and waitPage Scan
290Mysterious presence, source of allPage Scan
291Nay, I will pray for them until I goPage Scan
292The blast has swept the clouds awayPage Scan
293For the dead and for the dyingPage Scan
294We know not what it is, dear, this sleep so deepPage Scan
295The Master walked in GalileePage Scan
296Life is unutterably dearPage Scan
297A form not always dark, but ever dreadPage Scan
298Eternal Ruler of the ceaseless roundPage Scan
299It singeth low in every heart, we hear it each and allPage Scan
300O Friend your face I cannot seePage Scan

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