INDEX OF FIRST LINES.

A fitly spoken word

A holy air is breathing round

A thousand years have come and gone

A voice by Jordan's shore.

A voice upon the midnight air

Abide with me; fast falls the eventide
Across the sky the shades of night
Again, as evening's shadow falls
Ah, why should bitter tears be shed
All are architects of fate

All around us, fair with flowers

All as God wills, who wisely heeds
All before us lies the way

All hail, God's angel, Truth
All hidden lie the future ways
All that's good, and great, and true

All things are thine; no gift have we
Alone, to land alone upon that shore
Angels holy, high and lowly
Another hand is beckoning us.
Another year
is swallowed by the sea

Another year of setting suns

As darker, darker, fall around

Art thou weary, art thou languid.

As shadows, cast by cloud and sun
Ask and receive, 'tis sweetly said
At first I prayed for Light
Awake our souls, away our fears

Call the Lord thy sure salvation
Calm me, my God, and keep me calm
Calm, on the listening ears of night

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For the beauty of the earth.

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For the dear love that kept us through the night

5

For thy mercy and thy grace

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Forth from the dark and stormy sky

448

From heart to heart, from creed to creed

418

From the eternal shadow rounding

414

From the recesses of a lowly spirit

241

Hand in hand with angels

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Happy soul, that free from harms

Happy who in early youth

Hark, hark, my soul; angelic songs are swelling

Hark the glad sound! the Saviour comes

Hast thou, 'midst life's empty noises

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339

Have you heard the golden city

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178

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83
276

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337

302

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375

468

441

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89

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167

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410

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191

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309

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Many things in life there are
Men, whose boast it is, that
My God, how wonderful Thou art
My God, I rather look to Thee
My God, my Father, while I stray
My God, why dost Thou longer stay
My song and city is

Mysterious Presence, Source of all
Mysterious Spirit, unto whom

Nearer, my God, to Thee

No human eyes thy face may see
No longer forward or behind
No, not for these alone I pray.

Not always on the mount may we
Not so fearful, doubting pilgrim
Not so in haste, my heart
Now is the time approaching
Now on land and sea descending.
Now slowly, slowly darkening.
Now that day its wings has furled
Now the joyful Christmas morning

O blessed life! the heart at rest
O deem not they are blest alone
O Eternal Life, whose power
O everlasting Light

O fairest-born of Love and Light
O Father of our spirits

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O Freedom, on the bitter blast