Nearer this long night's close, Nearer death's final strife, Nearer the coming cloudless morn, Nearer eternal life. This sweetly solemn thought Jesus! I'm nearer Thee. e; INDEX. A bright-hair'd company of youthful slaves Behold! the mountain of the Lord Birds have their quiet nest Bless God, my soul!-Thou, Lord, alone Blest pair of Syrens, pledges of heaven's joy But whence came they who for the Saviour Lord Change is our portion here Cheer up, desponding soul Child of man, whose seed below Child of the dust! if e'er thine eye Come, my soul, Thy suit prepare Fair sea! whose lines of rolling wave Far down the ages now Far from the world, O Lord! I flee Father, I know that all my life Fear was within the tossing bark Fierce was the wild billow; dark was the night For thee, O dear, dear country Friend after friend departs From Olivet's sequester'd seats Give to the winds thy fears Glorious Shepherd of the sheep God calling yet! and shall I never hearken God is our refuge, our strong tower Grace does not steel the faithful heart Great, without controversy great Hail to the Lord's Anointed Happiness! thou lovely name He wept by Lazarus' grave-how will He bear How sweet shall be the incense of my prayer! I have a heritage of joy I heard the voice of Jesus say I sing the birth was born to-night I the good fight have fought .. I think that look of Christ might seem to say I thirst, Thou wounded Lamb of God In age and feebleness extreme .. In all extremes, Lord, Thou art still In every object here I see In heavenly love abiding In the hour of my distress Interval of grateful shade It came upon the midnight clear It is a place where poets crown'd may feel the heart's Lo! at Thy feet Thy children fall "Lord, and what shall this man do?” PAGE 325 265 6 92 218 73 98 33 131 .. 287 310 23 55 PAGE Lord, it belongs not to my care Lord of earth! Thy forming hand Lord, many times I am a weary quite Lord, what is man? why should he cost Thee Love craves the presence and the sight My God, my Father, blissful name My heart is fix'd, O God, my strength My soul, amid this stormy world O that my heart was right with Thee O Zion! when I think on thee Of all the thoughts of God that are Oh, cling not, Trembler, to life's fragile bark Oh for a closer walk with God Oh! where shall rest be found .. |