Heart, weary heart! what means thy wild unrest? 227 Holy, holy, holy! unceasing anthems swelling, 334 Late, late, so late! and dark the night and chill, Labour's strong and merry children, Let all the world rejoice, 4 350 38 307 231 314 60 8 214 238 Let all the world in every corner sing, Let the scholar and divine, Let them bring them to my chamber, Let me be with Thee where Thou art, 242 87 86 173 356 194 359 Lord God, the Holy Ghost, Lord, who shall bear day so dread, so splendid, Lord, unto Thee we cry, "Look up," cried the seaman, with nerves like steel, My fairest child, I have no song to give you, 8 My God, my Father, while I stray, . 265 Index of First Lines. 389 Nearer, my God, to Thee, Never complain, though thy sorrows be many, Oh! the world is bright, and to life we cling, Oh, teach me to love Thee, to feel what Thou art, . Oh! weep for those that wept by Babel's stream, O Lord, my best desire fulfil, O Lord, how little do we know, O Lord, how happy should we be, O Lord, I would delight in Thee, O mother, it is hard to die, Once more, through God's high will and grace, One cannot choose but love the bells, On Jordan's bank the Arab's camels stray, O Ruler of the storm, whose might, O Spirit of the living God, O Thou the contrite sinner's friend, O Thou who dry'st the mourner's tear, O Thou unknown Almighty Cause, Pause in this desert, Pour forth the oil, pour boldly forth, Praise, oh, praise our God and King, Ride on, ride on in majesty, . 288 ΙΟ Say, watchman, what of the night? Since first Thy word awaked my heart, Silence without, and calm within the dwelling, Sleep baby, sleep! what ails my dear, Soaring nd singing, bird of the day, Soon-and for ever! Some murmur when the sky is clear, Sound the loud timbrel o'er Egypt's dark sea, Sometimes I catch sweet glimpses of His face, Star of morn and even, Strew his early grave with flowers, Sweet Robin, I have heard them say, Take them, O Death! and bear away, 383 357 115 45 358 197 366 340 12 14 The Assyrian came down like the wolf on the fold, The cloud-capp'd towers, the gorgeous palaces, 300 The Head that once was crown'd with thorns, 316 116 373 289 153 There was hope in the ark at the dawn of the day, 99 107 There is a bleak desert, where daylight grows weary, 124 190 112 This is the day the Lord of life, This world is not our home, Thou art gone to the grave, but we will not deplore thee, 370 26 16 75 Thou art, O God, the life and light, Thou wert fair, Lady Mary, . Thou, great Creator, art possest, Thou art with me, ever with me, 148 149 236 288 |