The Treasury of American Sacred Song with Notes Explanatory and Biographical

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101If with light head erect I singPage Scan
102Saviour sprinkle many nations, fruitful let Thy sorrows bePage Scan
103This little seed of life and lovePage Scan
104There is a city, builded by no handPage Scan
105This is Palm Sunday, Mindful of the dayPage Scan
106Mine eyes have seen the gloryPage Scan
107The day is quenched, and the sun is fledPage Scan
108Day will return with a fresher boonPage Scan
109There's a song in the airPage Scan
110I do not come to weep above thy pallPage Scan
111When a deed is done for freedomTextPage Scan
112I had a little daughter, and she was given to mePage Scan
113Bowing thyself in dust before a bookPage Scan
114One feast, of holy days crestPage Scan
115What means this glory round our feetPage Scan
116Tis winter now, the fallen snowPage Scan
117Now on land and sea descendingPage Scan
118One holy church of God appearsPage Scan
119I look to thee in every needPage Scan
120The golden sea its mirror spreadsPage Scan
121To love and seek returnPage Scan
122Passage, immediate passage, the blood burns inPage Scan
123One effort more, my altar this bleak sandPage Scan
124Whispers of heavenly death murnured I hearPage Scan
125Pensive and falteringPage Scan
126At the last, tenderlyPage Scan
127Now, trumpeter, for thy closePage Scan
128Be not much troubled about many thingsPage Scan
129Flower of the deep red zonePage Scan
130What is time, O glorious giverPage Scan
131The solemn wood had spreadPage Scan
132Sunset, a hush is on the airPage Scan
133If one had never seen the full completenessPage Scan
134Thy works, O Lord, interpret theePage Scan
135When steps are hurrying homewardPage Scan
136Sometimes, when rude, cold shadows runPage Scan
137Often I sit and spend my hourPage Scan
138Down in the darkness, deep in the darknessPage Scan
139Earth, with its dark and dreadful illsPage Scan
140Securely cabined in the ship belowPage Scan
141Beside my window, in the early springPage Scan
142She stood before a chosen fewPage Scan
143When on my ear your loss was knelledPage Scan
144Thou grace divine, encircling allPage Scan
145Thou, long disowned, reviled, oppressedPage Scan
146I cannot find thee, still on restless pinionPage Scan
147Let whosoever will, inquirePage Scan
148From past regret and present faithlessnessPage Scan
149The day is done, the weary dayPage Scan
150I bless thee, Lord, for sorrows sentPage Scan
151City of God, how broad and farPage Scan
152Poor prisoned bird, that sings and singsPage Scan
153At cool of day, with God I walkPage Scan
154Whichever way the wind doth blowPage Scan
155Not yet along the purpling skyPage Scan
156I had a treasure in my housePage Scan
157I cannot choose, I should have liked so muchPage Scan
158The wind ahead the billows highPage Scan
159Sweet voiced hope, thy fine discoursePage Scan
160Angles of growth, of old in that surprisePage Scan
161To thine eternal arms, O GodPage Scan
162No human eyes thy face may seePage Scan
163An easy thing, O Power divinePage Scan
164A mute companion at my sidePage Scan
165O gather, gather, standPage Scan
166Safe neath the violetsPage Scan
167When first I mark upon my child's clear browPage Scan
168Sad souls that harbor fears and woesPage Scan
169Because I wear the swaddling-bands of timePage Scan
170The yearly miracle of springPage Scan
171With song of birds and hum of beesPage Scan
172Faithless, perverse, and blindPage Scan
173I thought to find some healing climePage Scan
174Away in the dim and distant pastPage Scan
175I have been out today in field and woodPage Scan
176One sweetly solemn thoughtPage Scan
177It was an old distorted facePage Scan
178In His glory when the spheresPage Scan
179God sets some souls in shade, alonePage Scan
180A little, low-ceiled room. Four wallsPage Scan
181In Christ I feel the heart of GodPage Scan
182They whose hearts are whole and strongPage Scan
183Impossible, the eagle's flightPage Scan
184Into the heaven of thy heart, O GodPage Scan
185Old, we are growing oldPage Scan
186Breaks the joyful Easter dawnPage Scan
187When for me the silent oarPage Scan
188Out of the deeps of heavenPage Scan
189The angel came by nightPage Scan
190Thou who sendest sun and rainPage Scan
191God to whom we look up blindlyPage Scan
192Not so in haste my heartPage Scan
193How can I cease to pray for thee?Page Scan
194Thou who dost build the blind bird's nestPage Scan
195Yea, Lord, yet some must servePage Scan
196I would be quiet, LordPage Scan
197On the warm and perfumed darkPage Scan
198Breathing the summer scented airPage Scan
199From her own fair dominionsPage Scan
200Around this lovely valley risePage Scan

[This hymnal has not been proofed - data may be incomplete or incorrect]
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