"Every plant which my heavenly Father hath not planted shall be rooted up,' The Folly of Atheism, Light from Religion, Love to God, Sabbath Hymn, Page. Cunningham. 259 Herbert Knowles. 260 Wadsworth. 262 Bowring. 263 Mrs. Barbauld. 267 Sir J. E. Smith. 268 Bowring. 269 E. T. 270 Mrs. Barbauld. 271 Sabbath Days-Modernized from "Son-Dayes," in Vaughan's "Silex Scintillans," Bernard Barton. 271 The Spiritual Law-Deut. xxx. 11—14, The Happiness of the Godly, Morning Hymn,. The Cross of Christ, "God is Love," . The Creator's Works, Hymn,. Id. 272 Id. 273 Milton. 274 J. Bowring. 276 Id. 277 Hymn-"It is I; be not afraid," Sir James E. Smith. 278 The Bible, Love of God, To a Butterfly resting on a Skull, A Thought on Death, The Widow of Nain, The Autumn Evening, Wallace. 279 Thompson. 279 Cowper. 283 Caroline Fry. 284 Anonymous. 285 Mrs. Barbauld. 286 Furness. 287 Peabody. 288 TABLE OF FIRST LINES. A cloud lay cradled near the setting sun, A mother's love-how sweet the name, And is there care in heaven? and is there love, A Parish Priest was of the pilgrim train, At the close of the day, when the hamlet is still, Begin, my soul, the exalted lay! Blessed be thy name for ever,. 88 Blessed state! and happy he, 273 Brighter than the rising day, 124 Bright be the skies that cover thee,. 236 Build'st thou on Wealth?-its wings are ever spread, 241 But who shall see the glorious day, 139 Child of the dust, I heard thee mourn, 93 Come, Disappointment, come! 82 Creature of air and light, 285 Few are thy days, and full of wo, From early childhood, even, as hath been said, God is our refuge and defence, God moves in a mysterious way, God of the earth's extended plains! Go, take the wings of morn, Grace does not steel the faithful heart, 112 164 60 161 Group after group are gathering, such as prest, Heave! mighty ocean, heave! 51 63 Here, in a little cave, 202 He sung of God, the mighty source, 242 He who delights to trace, with serious thought, 243 How fair is the rose! what a beautiful flower, 192 How shall I know thee in the sphere which keeps, 19 How shall I praise thee, Lord of light? 122 How sweetly flow'd the Gospel's sound, 166 How sweet, upon this sacred day, 180 How sweet and solemn, all alone, How wither'd, faded, seems the form, "Humility," said Lena, as she drew, 224 41 47 I am monarch of all I survey, It is not that my lot is low, It must be sweet in childhood to give back, I seek the mountain cleft: alone, Is there a time when moments flow, It is the one true Light, It thunders! sons of dust, in reverence bow! I will not sing a mortal's praise, 37 King of the world! I worship thee, . 255 Knell of departed years, . 84 Leaves have their time to fall, 35 Let deepest silence all around, 222 Look on him-through his dungeon grate, 27 Lord, who art merciful as well as just, My mother's voice! how often creep, Nay, William, nay, not so; the changeful year, O, could the soul oppress'd with care, O'er Kedron's stream, and Salem's height, Oh! weep for those that wept by Babel's stream, O, the wrath of the Lord is a terrible thing! 233 O Thou whom eye hath seen not-nor shall see, 209 O Thou Great Being! what thou art, 226 O! would you be assured you love your God, 284 Page. Praise waits in Zion, Lord, for thee, 268 Prayer is the soul's sincere desire, 57 Sad and slow was the wanderer's tread,. 54 Sad, solitary Thought, who keep'st thy vigils, 99 Salt of the earth! ye virtuous few, 74 Say not the law divine, 272 Shall man, to sordid views confined, 40 She said she was alone within the world, 182 267 Spirit of spirits! who, through every part, 183 Sweet bird, again that plaintive strain, 168 107 Sweet is the scene when virtue dies, 218 Sweet Peace, where dost thou dwell? &c. 216 Swift the tempest strips the wood, 259 Take, holy earth, all that my soul holds dear,. The Assyrian came down like the wolf on the fold,. 133 The autumnal winds had stripp'd the field, 103 The bird, let loose in eastern skies, . 163 The clouds! the clouds! they are beautiful, The groves were God's first temples. Ere man learn'd, 157 The heavens, O Lord, thy power proclaim, 50 The hour, the hour, the parting hour, The melancholy days are come, the saddest, &c. |