The Truth Seeker Collection of Forms, Hymns and Recitations, Original and Selected, for the Use of Liberals

Publisher: D. M. Bennett, Liberal and Scientific Publications, New York, N.Y., 1877
Denomination: Liberal Church of America
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d401This world is not all fleeting show
d402Thou friend of every clime
d403Thou hast seen two streamlets gushing
d404Thou, the ethereal spirits flow
d405Though darkness long has veiled the earth
d406Though it lead o'er rock and mountain
d407Three angel [royal] spirits walk the earth
d408Through darkness and silence
d409Through realms of earnest, lofty thought
d410Tiny seeds make boundless harvests
d411'Tis education's potent arm
d412'Tis the last rose of summer, left blooming alone
d413'Tis true the world is very bad
d414'Tis wisest and best at all times to do right
d415To all earth's blessings deaf and blind
d416To spread the truth, and truth alone
d417To wisdom, mercy, truth and love
d418Toiling in the earthly vineyard
d419True worth is in being, not seeming
d420Trust thyself, believe, endeavor
d421Truth is dawning, see the morning
d422Truth is great and must prevail
d423Truth is our watchword, let it be
d424Truth is shining, earth's awaking
d425Two worlds there are
d426Up, man of reason, rouse thee up
d427Wake, oppressors, leave your slumbers
d428Watchman, tell us of the night
d429We are living, we are dwelling In a grand and awful time
d430We are marching on, we are marching on
d431We have the morning star
d432We love no triumphs sprung of force
d433We may not praise the good old times
d434We need it every hour
d435We see it, feel it, know its power
d436We shall meet beyond the river
d437We want no counsel from the priest
d438We'll lay her to rest where the cypress waves
d439What a storm through earth is brewing
d440What a world of deep sweetness
d441What art thou, death that I should fear
d442What art thou, freedom, O, could slaves
d443What book is filled with tales so wild
d444What is noble, that which places
d445What is that that steals like slumber on me
d446What might be done if men were wise
d447What of the night, watchman
d448What of thy life, O friend of mine
d449What power shall break that stern decree
d450What, shall the future fate of man
d451What though his form lies mouldering
d452What were life without some one to cheer us
d453When earth produces free and fair
d454When for us this life is o'er
d455When, from each temple of the free
d456When I ask myself the question
d457When I can read my title clear
d458When I sit in life's beautiful sunset
d459When o'er the trodden paths of life
d460When quiet in a darkened room
d461When the humid shadows gather
d462When the mists have [mist has] rolled in splendor
d463When the sun fadeth out in the far away west
d464When the trumpet shall lead us home
d465When virtue and beauty Are wedded
d466When warm impetuous passions rise
d467When we stand on the brink
d468When worth and genius are combined
d469Where oppression's iron hand
d470Where search for truth ye seek
d471Where the skies are bright and clear
d472While ignorance darkens our heaven made soul
d473While on this earth ye stay
d474While praising my maker, O Christian, we'd ask
d475While with ceaseless [careless] course the sun
d476Who blesses now thy servants, Lord
d477Who pants and struggles to be free
d478Who would not be a radical
d479Why repine we, why despair
d480Why should the man of honest doubt
d481Why should we pluck the dewy rose
d482Why should we tremble or deplore
d483With a forest of green around it
d484With banners unfurled to the breezes of heaven
d485With many a stroke and strong
d486With the bright sword of truth go forth
d487Work, for the night is coming, work through the morning hours
d488Workmen rouse in every land
d489Ye clouds, that so gorgeously repose
d490Ye realms below the skies
d491Ye sons of Columbia who bravely have fought
d492Ye starving, superstitious souls
d493Ye that weep in sleep
d494Ye toilers millions, led astray
d495Years steal on with noiseless footstep
d496You say, but with no touch of scorn
d497You speak to me of God, and say
d498You tell me I'm conceited, blind

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