About the holy city rolls a flood. A glorious remnant of the Gothic pile A moment is a mighty thing And haft thou fought thy heavenly home And who is He? the vaft, the awful form A parish Prieft was of the pilgrim train A Sunday well spent A sweet but folitary beam . Author of Being, Source of Light. Avenge, O Lord, Thy flaughtered faints, whofe bones Beam on us brightly, bleffed day . Be calm in arguing, for fierceness makes Bleffed city, Heavenly Salem Bread of the World, in mercy broken Brief life is here our portion Brightest and beft of the fons of the Morning T Give me the Priest these graces shall poffefs God is love, His mercy brightens . 132 226 Hail to the Lord's Anointed Hallelujah, fong of sweetness Hark! the fong of Jubilee 104 30 98 Hail! glad'ning Light, of His pure glory poured 49 17 97 Hark! the Vefper Hymn is stealing Haft thou a charm to ftay the Morning Star He hath gone to the place of his rest 112 78 201 He lived for others, while he fojourned here He loved the world that hated Him PAGE 229 253 Her charm around, the enchantress, Memory, threw 241 Honour to women! entwining and braiding How welcome thofe untrodden spheres 29 231 251 132 150 237 163 199 147 140 270 269 72 Lamb of God, who Thee receive. Let not the ftealing god of fleep surprise Live while you live, the Epicure will fay 141 248 141 Lord, Thy life let us receive Love is a ftream which evermore doth flow Love! lift me up upon thy golden wings . Maker of all, the Lord. Meek and lowly, pure and holy Mid the deep filence of the pathless wild My joy, my life, my crown Nor can the fnows, which now cold age hath shed Nor fecond he that rode fublime . Not as the worldling bids farewell Now is the stately column broke. Now the bright spring comes forth to clothe the trees Oh! deem not they are bleffed alone O Head fo full of bruifes. Oh! Father of Heaven! look down from above Oh! give me Faith Oh! it is sweet to die to part from earth Oh! I would walk Oh! land of the godly, how lone and deserted Oh! what a chorus fhall the ranfomed fing O man, confider thoughtfully One Sun by day, by night ten thousand shine On that great, that awful day On the dewy breath of Even O facred folitude! divine retreat. O fay amid the wilderness of life. O Thou by Heaven ordained to be O Thou Eternal One! whose presence bright O Thou, whom neither time nor space O what a bright and bleffed world O what is death? "Tis life's last shore O what terror in thy forethought Prayer is the foul's fincere defire. . |