Down the swift stream we glide apace, And carry death within; Then break, and scarcely leave a trace To show that we have been. The man, the wisest of our kind, THE BAD. OF FIRST LINES. According to thy gracious word A cloud lay cradled near the setting sun Across a trackless sea Adieu, ye toyish reeds, that once could please Alas! what hourly dangers rise All after pleasures as I rid one day All praise to thee, my God, this night Along the dim valley, aslant from the mountain As o'er the past my memory strays As pants the wearied hart for cooling springs Awake, my soul, and with the sun Be with me, Lord, where'er I go Bless thou the living Lord, my Soul Blest are they . Bold is the wretch, and blasphemous the man But if there be one attribute divine 29 But hear the word divine, to me convey'd 394 But who shall scan the future? as we pace 68 Ere the morning's sy ray Father of all, in whom alone Father of peace, and God of love Few, few and evil are thy days Fond mother! how those mild and mellow'd orbs. For thou wert born of woman! thou didst come From Greenland's icy mountains Full of trembling expectation Gentle, as if descended from the skies Glory to the eternal God Glory to the Father give. God of my life, and all my powers. God's perfect power did this great world create Grace does not steel the faithful heart Greatest of beings! source of life! 123 Great God! how awful is the scene Hark, the glad sound, the Saviour comes Hail to thee! thou little fly Hark! 'tis the bell with solemn toll Hast thou been in the woods with the honey-bee! He left his Christian friends and native strand He who, upon the world's vain shore How sweet, how heavenly is the sight I ask not honour, pomp, or praise I bade the Day-break bring to me I deemed it he-for each word thou hast spoken I knew them when the rosiest light of love was on their brow I know that my Redeemer lives I'm not ashamed to own my Lord Jairus heard, and doubt and fear Jesus, Thou Man of sorrows, born. King of the dead! how long shall sweep Leaves have their time to fall Let observation with extensive view Life's May-day may be jocund, and its eve Lord, Thou hast search'd and seen me through Man is an insect, life his cell My days, and weeks, and months, and years My God, I heard this day. My God, I humbly call Thee mine. My God, I now from sleep awake My God, thy service well demands My great Preserver! to thy gracious hand My soul before Thee prostrate lies Night is the time for rest. No mortal eye hath seen thy bed Now to thine altar, Lord. O fairest flower, no sooner blown but blasted O Father, glorify thy name O Father! raise me from these clouds of time O for a thousand tongues to sing O first-born of creation, glad wert thou. Oft hast Thou, Lord, in tender love O God, how doth thy love and grace O God of Bethel, by whose hand O God of Abram, by whose hand · 441 83 O happy day that fix'd my choice Oh, lov'd and lost, thy widow'd mother's pride Oh thou, by long experience tried. 494 17 246 403 69 462 479 42 Oh: thou didst die for me, thou Son of God. O may the power which melts the rock O Sacred Providence, who, from end to end O stranger, welcome as a long-lost dream She bow'd ber head before the throne Should some seraph wing his flight. Show pity, Lord; O Lord, forgive. Sing to the Lord! let harp, and lute, and voice Sing with me! sing with me Sleep, little baby! sleep Sing, ye redeemed of the Lord Soldier, go-but not to claim So Satan fell; and strait a fery globe Soon shall this earthly frame, dissolved Stern daughter of the voice of God. Spirit of Death! whose outstretch'd pennonsdread Sweet day, so cool, so calm, so bright Still shall unthinking man substantial deem Sweet Eve! I love to wander 'mid thy shades "Tell them, I am,' Jehovah said That first farewell to home and friends The Assyrian came down like the wolf on the fold The cheerful supper done, with serious face Thee will love, my strength and tower: |