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403 | In the sky that is above us | | | | | |  | |
404 | Hath not thy heart within thee burned | | | | | |  | |
405 | The stars have lit their golden lights | | | | | |  | |
406 | Though wandering in a stranger-land | | | | | |  | |
407 | Approach not the altar | | | | | |  | |
408 | Be waiting and watching | | | | | |  | |
409 | We gladly come today | | | | | |  | |
410 | Let the still air rejoice | | | | | |  | |
411 | Onward, brother, though the region | | | | | |  | |
412 | Be thou ready, fellow-mortal | | | | | |  | |
413 | Up, my soul! with clear sedateness | | | | | |  | |
414 | Clay to clay, and dust to dust! | | | | | |  | |
415 | To the Father's love we trust | | | | | |  | |
416 | We would leave, O God, to thee | | | | | |  | |
417 | Praise to God! immortal praise | | | | | |  | |
418 | Nearer, my God, to thee | | | | | |  | |
419 | Come, ye disconsolate, where'er ye languish | | | | | |  | |
420 | Now to heaven our prayers ascending | | | | | |  | |
421 | As we part our prayer ascendeth | | | | | |  | |
422 | God comes, with succor speedy | | | | | |  | |
423 | Hark! hark! from grove and fountain | | | | | |  | |
424 | The morning light is breaking | | | | | |  | |
425 | Hark! through the waking earth | | | | | |  | |
426 | Should sorrow o'er thy brow | | | | | |  | |
427 | Be strong, O Soul of mine, be strong to bear | | | | | |  | |
428 | There is a state, unknown, unseen | | | | | |  | |
429 | Let monumental pillars rise | | | | | |  | |
430 | O, if thy brow, serene and calm | | | | | |  | |
431 | O, he whom Jesus loved has truly spoken! | | | | | |  | |
432 | For the wealth of pathless forests | | | | | |  | |
433 | Forth went the heralds of the cross | | | | | |  | |
434 | Almighty God! in humble prayer | | | | | |  | |
435 | There is a pure, a peaceful wave | | | | | |  | |
436 | Lo, God is here! Let us adore | | | | | |  | |
437 | One God there is, who reigns alone | | | | | |  | |
438 | Be ours the olive branch to strew | | | | | |  | |
439 | The voice of an angel | | | | | |  | |
440 | Wilt thou not visit me? | | | | | |  | |
441 | O thou who driest the mourner's tear | | | | | |  | |
442 | Sweet are the ties that bind in one | | | | | |  | |
443 | Who is thy neighbor? he whom thou | | | | | |  | |
444 | Speak gently, it is better far | | | | | |  | |
445 | High hopes that burn'd like stars sublime | | | | | |  | |
446 | Oft in the quiet night | | | | | |  | |
447 | My God, my Father, while I stray | | | | | |  | |
448 | No bitter tears for thee be shed | | | | | |  | |
449 | In every human mind we see | | | | | |  | |
450 | Hark! the vesper hymn is stealing | | | | | |  | |
451 | Oh! that I had wings | | | | | |  | |
452 | Fading, still fading, the last beam is shining | | | | | |  | |
453 | Holy, holy, holy, Lord God of Hosts | | | | | |  | |
454 | When Faith leads the heart sincere to breathe with emotion | | | | | |  | |
455 | Glory to God in the highest | | | | | |  | |
456 | Sacred peace, celestial treasure! | | | | | |  | |
457 | And ye shall seek me, and find me | | | | | |  | |
458 | Holy, Holy, Holy Lord God of Hosts | | | | | |  | |
459 | Spirit Divine, eternal and immortal | | | | | |  | |
460 | Hope on, hope ever! though today be dark | | | | | |  | |
461 | Beside the toilsome way | | | | | |  | |
462 | Look up, my weary soul | | | | | |  | |
463 | The Morning cometh, oh my soul, the Morning | | | | | |  | |
464 | If I were a voice, a persuasive voice | | | | | |  | |
465 | He sendeth sun, he sendeth shower | | | | | |  | |
466 | I saw a spirit, Godlike, vast and glorious | | | | | |  | |
467 | O thou, who art the fountain and the term | | | | | |  | |
468 | Tell me the song of the beautiful stars | | | | | |  | |
469 | Through thy protecting care | | | | | |  | |
470 | Truth only needs to be for once spoke out | | | | | |  | |
471 | Upon our pathway, wild and rugged | | | | | |  | |
472 | What dost thou see, lone watcher on the tower? | | | | | |  | |
473 | With silence only as their benediction | | | | | |  | |
474 | What hallows ground where heroes sleep? | | | | | |  | |
475 | Wrapped in the silence of the brooding night | | | | | |  | |
476 | Genius for us has wrought | | | | | |  | |
477 | I beheld a golden portal in the visions of my slumber | | | | | |  | |
478 | 'Mid life's tumultuous din | | | | | |  | |
479 | From the recesses of a lowly spirit | | | | | |  | |
480 | God, that madest earth and heaven | | | | | |  | |
481 | I live for those who love me | | | | | |  | |
482 | O, thou Eternal One! whose presence bright | | | | | |  | |
483 | God said, 'Let there be light!' The glorious word | | | | | |  | |
484 | Be still! how fearfully soever blended | | | | | |  | |
485 | There is no death! what seems so is transition | | | | | |  | |
486 | There is a dogma of the ancient sages | | | | | |  | |
487 | Weep not for her, weep not that she is passing | | | | | |  | |
488 | House of our God, with cheerful anthems ring | | | | | |  | |
489 | A voice within us speaks the startling word | | | | | |  | |
490 | We may not all, with powerful blow | | | | | |  | |
491 | We will not weep, for God is standing by us | | | | | |  | |
492 | Is there a gloom of sorrow on thy spirit? | | | | | |  | |
493 | Ye that for progress would be aught achieving | | | | | |  | |
494 | Forever wakefully the ear is turning | | | | | |  | |
495 | Walk with the beautiful and with the grand | | | | | |  | |
496 | The Sabbath sun was setting slow | | | | | |  | |
497 | Lord of universal Nature | | | | | |  | |
498 | Trust to the Future; tho' gloomy and cheerless | | | | | |  | |
499 | Wouldst thou from sorrow find a sweet relief? | | | | | |  | |
500 | Life is a wakening into spheres elysian | | | | | |  | |
501 | As I mused, in fancy friendless | | | | | |  | |
502 | God bless the brave ones, in our dearth | | | | | |  | |