Never was to chosen race That unftinted tide confined; Thine is every time and place, Fountain sweet of heart and mind! Secret of the morning ftars, Breathing in the thinker's creed, Consecrating art and song, Holy book and pilgrim track, Hurling floods of tyrant wrong From the sacred limits back, Life of Ages, richly poured, Love of God, unspent and free, Flow ftill in the Prophet's word And the People's liberty! Rev. S. Johnson. 1863. As, down in the sunless retreats of the ocean 240 Author of good, to Thee we turn A voice from the desert comes awful and fhrill. Awake, my soul, awake to prayer Awake, ye saints, and raise your eyes I and my house are ready, Lord I beg of you, I beg of you, my brothers I cannot find Thee! Still on reftless pinion I look to Thee in every need I love to steal awhile away I'm returning, not departing In the beginning was the Word 211 166 223 122 314 222 270 195 248 46 304 61 250 107 ΙΟΙ 158 83 235 168 117 279 31 Kingdoms and thrones to God belong Let deepest filence all around Let me count my treasures Lord, a happy child of Thine Lord of all being! throned afar Lord, teach us how to pray aright Lord, the lights are gleaming from the distant shore Lord, Thou haft given me a cell Lord, many times I am a-weary quite Love constitutes my crime Love! if thy destined sacrifice am I. Men of thought! be up and stirring Mine eyes have seen the glory of the coming of the Lord My God! in life's most doubtful hour My God, in Thee all fulness lies My God! is any hour so sweet My God, my Father! while I ftray II 226 135 323 192 123 313 82 264 136 147 184 186 23 5 89 236 86 301 74 212 My God! Thy boundless love I praise My God, whose gracious pity I may claim My heart is easy and my burden light. 238 45 189 |