Master, to do great work for Thee My fairest child, I have no song to give you Naked on parent's knees, a new-born child Near yonder copse, where once the garden smiled . No abbey's gloom, nor dark cathedral stoops . Not a sparrow falleth, but its God doth know. O, ask not, hope thou not, too much O come to the merciful Saviour who calls you O Friends! with whom my feet have trod O happy glow! O sun-bathed tree! . O happy house! where Thou art loved the best Oh how the thought of God attracts Oh winter! ruler of the inverted year O lark! sweet lark! . O little town of Bethlehem O Love Divine, that stooped to share O Maker of sweet poets! O silence deep and strange O Thou bright and beautiful day O Thou, by long experience tried 41 211 31 237 343 370 166 O Thou, great Friend to all the sons of men O Thou who dry'st the mourner's tear! Over my window the ivy climbs Over the mountain wave O where will be the birds that sing O, why should the spirit of mortal be proud? Press on there 's no such word as fail Red roses need not tell us Remember Him, the only One. Said an ancient hermit, bending She doeth little kindnesses She stood breast high amid the corn Sleep, sleep to-day, tormenting cares So here hath been dawning . Some hearts go hungering through the world Some murmur when their sky is clear Something new for Easter! Something new to wear! Songs of praise the angels sang Songster of the russet coat Souls of men, why will ye scatter Speak low! tread softly through these halls Still young and fine, but what is still in view. Take my life, and let it be Take my soul and body's powers That which weeping ones were saying 281 56 299 125 251 228 15 5 39 170 23 138 The birds must know The birds when winter shades the sky 363 193 The ceaseless hum of men The chimes, the chimes of Motherland The groves were God's first temples 230 176 26 304 280 79 180 There's a wedding in the orchard, dear. The Sabbath day has reached its close 133 187 269 323 75 156 3 The way is dark, my Father! The weary teacher sat alone PAGE 301 315 120 The woman singeth at her spinning-wheel They are always together, the Master and she Thou art, O God! the life and light 364 373 122 Thou Grace Divine, encircling all Thou must be true thyself Thou, who dost feel Life's vessel strand . Three little words, but full of sweetest meaning 59 252 114 300 376 278 50 82 242 9 360 215 257 121 357 Two wandering angels, Sleep and Death . 235 17 Up in the wild, where no one comes to look 270 229 What wilt thou do with the year Weary of myself, and sick of asking We knew it would rain When beechen buds begin to swell Whene'er a noble deed is wrought . When marshall'd on the nightly plain When on my ear your loss was knelled When thou hast thanked thy God for every blessing sent Wherefore fallest thou Where lies the land to which the ship would go? Whilst Thee I seek, protecting Power Whither, 'midst falling dew PAGE 68 255 109 363 137 43 186 7 Who finds a woman good and wise. Why thus longing, thus forever sighing 238 72 22 |