A cloud lay cradled near the fetting fun And haft thou fought thy heavenly home. Author of Being, Source of Light PAGE 262 234 211 133 125 239 187 216 240 257 I 257 236 52 63 Be thou content, be ftill before Bird of the Wilderness Bleffed city, Heavenly Salem 33 154 12 PAGE Care mi Jesu 39 Come, Brethren, let us go 106 Come, bright Improvement, in the car of Time 232 Give me the Priest these graces fhall poffefs God is love, His mercy brightens . God moves in a mysterious way Good when He gives, fupremely good Hail! Hail! Hail! Hail to thee, blythe Spirit Hark! ten thousand, thousand voices 102 40 244 220 123 He who hath bent him o'er the dead High thoughts at first, and visions high Honour to women! entwining and braiding 141 29 218 242 130 147 226 How fine has the day been, how bright was the Sun 166 How pleasant to me thy deep blue wave 190 How poor, how rich, how abject, how august 145 How swiftly glide life's tranfient scenes away How welcome thofe untrodden spheres I am old and blind Jerufalem! Jerufalem ! enthroned once on high I love to fee yon glorious Sun 225 I'm apt to think the man 214 In de dark woods, no Indian nigh 250 Let not the stealing god of fleep surprise. . 137 Lift thine eyes, and from afar 252 Like mufic on the waters 237 Like the gale that fighs along Live while you live, the epicure will fay Lord, as a tender mother day by day Love is a stream which ever more doth flow Love makes the mufic of the bleffed above Lumen hilare fanctæ gloriæ 238 245 236 60 81 211 212 42 Nor can the fnows, which now cold age hath shed 233 243 |