HYMNS.

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A

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After labour sweet is rest34

A helpless sinner in Thy sight39

A holy warfare, Lord, is mine79

An angel of comfort from heaven sped18

At the foot of the Cross where my Saviour is bleeding102

B

Before the morning’s toil begin49

D

Day after day my weary task I ply51

Death is not dreadful, no!106

E

Earth’s bright hopes must fade31

Ere our first parents fell, the ground67

F

Far from the friends to me most dear59

Father of Heaven, Thy guidance we implore43

“Feed thou My lambs,” the Saviour said47

Forsake not thou thy father’s friend111

Forth from the city gate of Nain95

H

Help me, Lord Jesus, to fulfil71

How beautiful is Nature’s face!75

How highly blest were those who saw85

How swiftly flies man’s mortal thread41

I

I bless Thee, Lord, in early spring69

I cannot see the sunny gleam23

I dare not raise my guilty eye21

I do not dare, O holy Lord15

In daily rounds my constant course I keep61

In the silence of night when the stars glimmer o’er me57

In the year that hath passed o’er us121

I’ve laid the earth above the child27

I would not take what is not mine, for hoards of wealth untold53

L

“Lord! carest Thou not that we perish!”88

N

Not alone in God’s house, or in seasons of prayer73

Now in the East Hope’s trembling light29

O

O God of Hosts, our fathers’ God77

S

Souls are perishing before thee119

Standing upon the awful brink117

T

The awful night hath passed, the day100

The balmy spring awakes the flowers35

The day of life is closing104

The fear of God most high113

The precious blood of Christ my Lord11

There is a sword of glittering sheen32

There were fishermen once by the blue Galilee45

The Sabbath sun has risen high55

The stately mansion riseth beneath the builder’s hand25

The summer blossoms fast decay13

To whom do I obedience owe63

W

When from the branches’ leafy screen92

When in our breasts we feel the flame of love97

When on Zion’s hill we rest37

When Peter by the miracle90

When shades of night around him close16

When verdant fields are seen no more65

Where is thy new-born Lord, O Judah? Zion—where thy King?81

Who wisdom’s path forsakes115

Why dread the future, trembling one109

POEMS.

I dreamed that in the stilly hush of night 153

Life’s deep afflictions not alone demand 136

Proud—and of what! poor vain and helpless worm 149

Through the majestic forest shade 125