I've seen the beauteous flowers of spring PAGE 215 217 221 King of the forest which through years gone by Kind stranger, dost thou ask me why 216 50 76 Kind maidens, if the sweetness of your strain 127 Knell of departed years 254 Know'st thou the value of a soul immortal? 267 Lord as the rain comes down to earth from heaven 28 My son, the wanderings of thy way 37 My grovelling spirit, Lord, in mercy raise 42 62 Mysterious are His ways 96 Mark the golden grains that pass 105 My God! my Father! blissful name 114 May she for whom these lines are penned 140 May you always, my brother, enjoy 179 My God! is any hour so sweet 196 My weary soul with patience waits My years roll on, the tide of time Now one day's journey less divides No page No grief is there, no tears of sorrow flow Not to a few and favoured nooks No graven image would he blindly use 202 210 225 280 289 35 39 65 95 167 278 O child of sorrow be it thine to know Oh! tell me not of earthly joys O words of wonder! Saviour can it be ? O God! thy name they well may praise Oh! how unlike the complex works of man` O Salem who in proud disdain O help me, Lord, to cast my care Oh what a night was that which wrapped O God, that madest earth and sky O could I write that I myself could save Oh for a faith that will not shrink PAGE 19 43 46 48 58 66 71 75 99 125 134 149 152 181 194 196 205 208 208 218 223 238 247 260 Often the clouds of deepest woe 268 Oh! come with thy olive branch, Spirit of love See the fair and fragrant flowers Reflected on the lake I love Spirit of God! descend upon my heart See how beneath the moonbeam's smile 60 Swift to its close ebbs out life's little day 65 86 See with a smile of gladness, meek Sickness and pain, and sin and death, no more 92 101 101 103 122 Serve God before the world 143 Soldier, go, but not to claim Sweet bird who taught thee thus to raise Stranger, if e'er by chance or feeling led Sweet book, by God our Maker given 159 169 175 176 192 222 The works of man inherit as is just The path of sorrow, and that path alone The holy Book of God unfolds to view The hour of my departure's come The night is dark, the sea runs high PAGE 62 63 67 71 72 78 82 83 89 The lapse of time and rivers is the same 100 108 112 They dread no more the storm that lowers 119 129 129 133 141 144 Though the fig tree should not blossom |