He gave us eyes to see them, : INDEX TO FIRST LINES Abide with me! fast falls the even-tide. A chapel, like a wild bird's nest A handful of red sand, from the hot clime Alas! what secret tears are shed. All is o'er; - the pain, the sorrow Almighty Father! . . . . The rolling year And is there care in Heaven, and is there love As the hardy oat is growing As grew the power of sacred lays. PAGE 254 317 315 56 327 307 142 108 67 169 280 121 214 269 233 145 265 192 II 48 But let my due feet never fail But on before me swept the moonlit stream Calm me, my God, and keep me calm Calm on the bosom of thy God Child, amidst the flowers at play 182 32 89 43 79 243 211 144 Far from the world, O Lord, I flee For Thou wert born of woman! Thou didst come Happy soul! thy days are ended. Hark! hark! my soul! angelic songs are swelling. Hark, my soul! it is the Lord. Hast thou seen with flash incessant Hear me, O God. ΙΟΣ 244 13 35 210 137 123 39 33 326 62 9 265 109 174 236 231 8 61 97 77 He, who on earth as man was known Holy! Holy! Holy! Lord God Almighty How pleasant to me thy deep blue wave If heavenly flowers might bloom unharmed on earth If you 're waking, call me early, call me early, mother dear. I got me flowers to strew Thy way I heard the voice of Jesus say. I hear thee speak of the better land I looked with pride on what I'd done 64 5 30 309 26 123 92 187 222 60 234 272 262 In the days of our forefathers, the gallant days of old Late, late, so late! and dark the night, and chill 102 82 Launch thy bark, mariner! Christian, Heaven speed thee Lord, with what care hast thou begirt us round Lord, who art merciful as well as just Lost! lost! lost! Love thy God, and love Him only Merrily, merrily, goes the bark Methought I heard a sound, methought it came My conscience is my crown. My fairest child, I have no song to give you Nearer, my God, to Thee Near yonder copse, where once the garden smiled. 168 241 47 125 13 129 246 313 219 251 133 260 172 297 259 246 23 158 49 Once more, through God's high will and grace 232 184 O rich the tint of earthly gold. O shame upon thee, listless heart O that those lips had language! Life has passed O Thou that driest the mourner's tear |