Far from the world, O Lord, I flee 93 228 12 For Thou wert born of woman! Thou didst come 33 Happy soul! thy days are ended 161 Hark! hark! my soul! angelic songs are swelling 221 Hark, my soul! it is the Lord 216 Hast thou seen with flash incessant 260 He, Who on earth as man was known Holy, holy, holy, Lord Holy! holy! holy! Lord God Almighty Hope springs eternal in the human breast 71 59 4 28 290 If you're waking, call me early, call me early, mother dear In the days of our forefathers, the gallant days of old Jesu! bless our slender boat Late, late, so late! and dark the night, and chill 19 16 18 237 93 Latest born of Jesse's race 76 Launch thy bark, mariner! Christian, Heaven speed thee 135 Let me be with Thee where Thou art 231 Let other thoughts, where'er I roam 205 Lord, with what care hast thou begirt us round 114 Lord! who art merciful as well as just 12 Lost! lost! lost! 117 My fairest child, I have no song to give you. 120 O, fairest flower! no sooner blown but blasted 166 Page O rich the tint of earthly gold 287 O, shame upon thee, listless heart 225 Oh that those lips had language! Life has pass'd 184 Receive him, earth, unto thine harbouring shrine. 170 She had been told that God made all the stars 257 The flower is small that decks the field The Holy Son of God most high Sweet maiden, for so calm a life Sweet nurslings of the vernal skies Sweet Robin, I have heard them say Take them, O Death! and bear away The air of death breathes through our souls The child leans on its parent's breast The cloud-capp'd towers, the gorgeous palaces 190 290 275 176 157 The Assyrian came down like the wolf on the fold 79 271 110 171 116 34 264 6 30 The sea of Fortune doth not even flow 119 The seas are quiet when the winds are o'er 138 292 283 252 247 36 This world is all a fleeting show Thou art, O God! the life and light Thou canst accomplish all things, Lord of might 140 Thou art gone to the grave! but we will not deplore thee 167 254 82 Thou spakest and the waters roll'd 65 Thou wert fair, Lady Mary. Thou, who dost dwell alone Thou whom chance may hither lead Through sorrow's path, and danger's road Through the love of God, our Saviour "Tis folly all that can be said 'Tis not one blossom makes a spring Vital spark of heavenly flame. 177 223 142 121 245 174 282 29 174 272 164 When first thine eyes unveil, give thy soul leave When Spring unlocks the flowers to paint the laughing soil |