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As down in the sunless retreats of the
ocean,

Moore
He sendeth sun, He sendeth shower, Mrs. Adams
Chamber of sickness ! much to thee I owe, Grinfield
Father! Thy gentle chastisement, H. Ware, Jr.
Lowly and solemn be,

Mrs. Hemans
Father! that in the olive shade,

Mrs. Ilemans
Lead, kindly light, amid the encircling
gloom,

Newman
Death comes to take me where I long to
be,

Nicoll
I like that ancient Saxon phrase, which
calls,

Longfellow
There is a land where everlasting suns, Bowring
Oh! deem not they are blest alone, Bryant
O Thou, whose wise paternal love, Wesley
Nearer, my God, to thee,

S. F. Adams
Commit thou all thy griefs,

Moravian
Lord, I believe a rest remains,

Wesley
Thou, infinite in love,

Mrs. Miles
Faint not, poor traveller, though the way, Norton
My God! I thank Thee; may no thought, Norton
Father! in mysterious presence kneeling, S. Johnson
Thou that art strong to comfort, look on
me!

Anonymous

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Oh, who, in such a world as this,

Montgomery
Is there a lone and dreary hour,

Mrs. Gilman
Is thy path lonely? fear it not, for He, Sacred Offering
Great Author of the world, I bow, Anonymous
My Father! when around me spread, Miss Roscoe
Thou who didst stoop below,

Mrs. Miles
I will not let thee go,

Deszler He knelt; the Saviour knelt,

Mrs. Hemans I heard the voice of Jesus say,

Bonar Jesus, lover of my soul,

C. Wesley Rock of Ages, cleft for me,

Toplady
Thy way, not mine, O Lord,

Bonar
I think we are too ready with complaint, Mrs. Browning
Forever with the Lord,

Montgomery
Wilt Thou not visit me ?

Jones Very
When I am weak, I'm strong,

N. L. Frothingham
Pain's furnace heat within me quivers, Sturm
God liveth ever!

Zihn
Leave God to order all thy ways,

Neumarck I only would be spent — in pain,

Mrs. Browning Therefore, O friend, I would not, if I might,

Rosetti Calm me, my God, and keep me calm, Bonar 'Tis first the true, and then the beautiful, Bonar Through night to light! Translated by C. T. Brooks We will not weep; for God is standing by us,

Anonymous,
God! whom I as Love have known, Richter
Hold on my heart in thy believing ! Schmolk
Whate'er my God ordains is right,

Cath. Winkworth
I cannot always, always trace the way, Anonymous
I cannot, cannot say,

W. C. R.
All as God wills, who wisely heeds, Whittier
Beyond the smiling and the weeping, Bonar
Abide with me. Fast falls the eventide, Lyte
My God! I know that I must die,

Schmolk
How blest the righteous when he dies, Barbauld
Go to the grave in all thy glorious prime, Montgomery

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