Unblam'd each prayer and longing guides To the one couch where Pain abides :He who is Love, and owns Love's Name, Is in His ocean springs the same As in each little murmuring rill That cheers soft mead or pastoral hill : Brighter the joy, be sure, Before Him, where one sinner weeps, Than where, in Heaven's unchanging deeps, A thousand orbs endure. A a Christ before thy door is waiting Come také a woodland walk with me Come, ye little revellers gay Comrades, haste; the tents' tall shading Page Didst thou not hear how soft the day-wind sighed 87 Even as the close of some grave melody Five loving souls, each one as mine Greatest art thou in least, O Lord Had I an infant, Lord, to rear I marked when vernal meads were bright Live ever in my heart, sweet awful hour Many the banners bright and fair 92 219 345 102 . 268 174 39 203 321 149 91 233 110 94 More and more stars, and ever as I gaze 214 Mother of Christ's children dear 97 99 O endless round of Nature's wheel Oft have I heard mine elders say Oft have I hid mine eyes Oft have I read of sunny realms Oft have I watched thy trances light O grief for Angels to behold O happy new-born babe, where art thou lying O Lord, behold these babes are Thine O Lord, give gracious humbleness of heart Once more unto thine Altar, Lord, once more Once in His Name Who made thee She did but touch with finger weak So keep thou by calm prayer and thought 277 |