INDEX TO FIRST LINES. As these that watch for day... Art thou weary? Art thou languid ? 37 And whither came these goodly stores.. 44 Ah, many a time we look on starlit nights...W. ALEXANDER, 71 84 All the day you sit here idle And he drew near and talked with them. A friend stands at the door.. Alone with Thee, my God! alone with Thee !.. ........ PAGE ...... ........... Cometh sunshine after rain. Come, drink yî, drink ye, an of it.. .......ANNA SHIPTON. Come to Jesus are you lonely... Clarer than vision of inspired dreamer!.. Close, close, beloved mine.... Dropping down the troubled river.. Father, thy will, not mine, be done..... Bury thy sorrow... Be thou content; be still before ..... Behold me here, in grief draw near.....JOACHIM NEANDER. 251 8. L. GOODWIN. 200 16 .ANNA SHIPTON. 4 223 CYGNUS. 277 .HETTY BOWMAN. 246 ..BONAR 24 60 141 God sends us bitter, that the sweet..CHAS. LAWRENCE FORD Give me a song, and I will sing it !........ 236 God's right-hand angel bright and calm......CARL SPENCER. 255 78 217 INDEX TO FIRST LINES. He leads us on Hold on, my heart, in tay believing.. Heart, be still... Have faith in God, for He who reigns on high I have done at length with dreaming... In the quiet nursery chambers... I marvel night and day and cannot cease. Is there no balm in Gilead? I have a Saviour He's pleading in glory.. In the nɩoonlight when no murmur............ In unto me, oh, Christ, Divine One, come ! It is not heavy agonizing woe..... I would not stay the years that wing. Have mercy on me, Lord !.... Hope, Christian soul! in every stage Holy Ghost, dispel our sadness... How much the hear may bear, and yet not break !..... ...GUTHRIE. ........ I'm kneeling at the threshold I ask if thou canst love me still, O God! It lies around us like a cloud.. .......H. BEECHER STOWE. It was the Sabbath's blessed hour ..... 285 117 187 10 181 76 I love Thee, O my God! but not.......... FRANCIS ZAVIER. .A. W. D. HEZEKIAH BUTTER- I know not what shall befall me! God hangs a mist o'er ....... 118 252 31 51 75 95 170 112 165 137 127 114 210 219 232 238 243 my eyes.. 248 I thought me near the pearly gate... REV. J. E. RANKIN, D.D. 249 251 239 177 Jesus, I am never weary.. Knocking, knocking, ever knocking.. ...H. BEECHER STOWE. 69 Lord, thou art mine.. ......BONAR. .GEORGE NEUMARK. Leave God to order all thy ways. 29 INDEX TO FIRST LINES. 286 Lord, I have toiled all night. Lord, Thou hast sought this wayward heart..W. R. WEALE. Light of the World, to Thee I come !... Not what I am, O Lord, but what Thou art !....... No bird-song floated down the hill......JOHN G. WHITTIER. No sorrow is unmingled here.......... No more, my own Lord Jesus!... Not as He was, a homeless stranger Not here, not here! not where the sparkling waters Nothing but leaves; the spirit grieves... Not they alone who from the bitter strife. O Jesus! friend unfailing Oh, day most calm, most bright Once slow and sad the evening fell... Oh, never say that the door is shut... 151 158 107 98 65 O wonderful! round whose birth-hour..REV. W. ALEXANDER One touch from Thee-the Healer of diseases BONAR. 129 Over the river on the hill.. O'er the distant mountains breaking 220 206 ROSE TERRY. 181 116 126 237 225 272 264 91 156 184 77 100 185 179 176 172 259 Poor trembling lamb, ah! who outside the fold.. Rest remaineth: oh, how sweet!... 79 155 163 178 INDEX TO FIRST LINES. "Ready, O Master !" with eager lip.. Say not 'twas all in vain 1.. Saviour by thy sweet compassion...... Two buds plucked from the tree.. Two ways! only two! One leadeth. To do Thy holy will!..... Soft falls through the gathering twilight... The child leans on its parent's breast......ISAAC WILLIAMS. 120 167 63 The Shadow of the Rock... ...FABER. 7 .... The twilight falls, the night is near.. The way is long and dreary............ ADELAIDE A, PROCTOR. BURNS. The roseate hues of early dawn.. ..D. B. D. Two worlds there are, to one our eyes we strain. Thou, Lord, my path shalt choose MABEL. 258 274 189 160 149 123 121 .L. 213 RACHEL G. The world is very evil.... The box is not of stainless alabaster... 287 GEORGE COOPER. The look of sympathy, the gentle word. CARL SPENCER. ........... 13 19 20 22 55 49 53 135 138 142 158 47 42 38 191 216 238 241 INDEX TO FIRST LINES. 288 Till He come !"-oh, let the words. REV. E. H. BICKER- 263 68 Upward where the stars are burning.... Up, and away, like the dew of the morning..... We wait for Thee, all 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 When my sins in aspect dread. Within this leaf, to every eye.. What must it be to dwell above...... ....BONAR. Waiting for Spring. The mother watching lonely Where hast been toiling all day, sweet heart?.. ..... .SWAIN. ....... AT ICE CARY 242 105 26 93 25 97 29 143 34 50 108 147 109 211 261 |