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INDEX TO FIRST LINES.

"Till He come !"-oh, let the words. REV. E. H. BICKER-

STETH.

270

G. Z. G. 265

BONAR

The Lord knoweth where each flower groweth....

Upward where the stars are burning..

Upon the hills the wind is sharp and cold .......
Up, and away, like the dew of the morning...
Under Thy loving care....

When my sins in aspect dread.....

Within this leaf, to every eye......
What must it be to dwell above..

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We wait for Thee, a'i glorious One!..
Whether there many oe or few...
We praise Thee oft for hours of bliss....JOHN PAGE HOPPS.

Who would not go ?.......

.J. H. T.

Weep not for her, for she hath crossed the river

We stood beside the river

Where hast been toiling all day, sweet heart?.
Wildly falls the night around me..
Weary and faint..

...BONAR.

Waiting for Spring. The mother watching lonely
We dwell this side of Jordan's stream..

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26

93

25

97

29

143

34

50

103

147

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AI ICE CARY 211
HETTI BOWMAN. 968

H. N. E. 242

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SWAIN.

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