Every thought should be directed
Fair daffodils, we weep to see
Fair flower that shunn'st the glare
Fair flower! thy scarlet bloom I see
Fair tree in thee delighted I behold
Faith, like a simple, unsuspecting child,
Father of our feeble race,
Fond memory's flower of azure dye
Forget-me-not; forget-me not
Give glory unto God on high!
Glory to Him who led us here
Green as thou art, obscurely green
Hail, day of holy rest!-faint emblem thou
Hail! sacred day of holy thought,
Hail Solitude! how sweet thy shade!
Hail, source of pleasures ever new!
Hailelujah! Praise to God!
He hears the utterance of desires
Here I would for ever stay
Honour and happiness unite
Hour of prayer! full well I know it,
How calm is the scene,
How cheering the thought that the spirits
How fair is the rose! what a beautiful
How joyous will that moment be
How sweet it is to drop the tear
How withered, perish'd seems the form
I do remember in a lovely spot
I've oft admir'd the lonely flower
I us'd to love thee, simple flower
I watched the dew upon the grass
I went into the house of prayer
I will be even with my bitterest foe
Kneel, my child, the God is here!
Lightly tread! 'tis hallowed ground
Little flower with starry brow
Lord, I come to thee for rest
Lord of my soul, I take thy name
Mark how delicately fair
Mild offspring of a dark and sullen sire
Millions within thy courts have met
Modest little stranger, say
Lord, I have wandered like the dove
Muse! take the harp of prophesy, behold!
Music of the bough that waves
My gracious Redeemer I love
My soul with rapture hails the day
No idle passion fills my breast
No sight of human form here meets
Not only in thy temple, Lord
Not worlds on worlds in phalanx deep
Oh! have we never seen an eye
Oh, how wise that God hath hidden
Oh! in an hour so still as this
Oh, it is lovely! saints delight to dwell
Oh, Man; when thou thinkest of the hours C. 46
Oh! sweet as vernal dews that fill
Once more the flower of childish fame
O pleasure, thine aspect is bright
O Rainbow! I hallow thy light
O that in unfetter'd union
O'tis not while the fairy breeze
Our babes shall richest comforts bring
Our earthly ties are weak
Our sabbath has its work
O! weep not, tho' weary and wild is thy
O welcome, thrice welcome the peace
People of the living God
Philosophers have measured mountains
Place me where winds and tempests reign
Prayer is the soul's sincere desire
Prayer is the vital breath of faith
Pure is the air, serene the sky
Religion! harbinger of good to man
Religion mild in thee is found
Sacred raptures, cheer my breast
Safely through another week
Saviour! when in dust to thee
See the glorious cherubim
See you this picture? such the once
Since first thy word awak'd my heart
Sin has stain'd creation o'er
Six days has man in duteous toil
Sleep,-sleep to-day, tormenting cares
Stranger, whose curious eye delighted
Sweet flower! Spring's earliest, loveliest
Sweet is the day for worship set apart
Sweet is the last, the parting ray
Sweet Jesus! when I think on thee
Sweet on the sacred Sabbath day
Sweet-scented flower! who art wont
Sweet the moments, rich in blessing
Teach me thy love to know
The angel of the flowers one day
The bird let loose in eastern skies
The cheerful supper done, with serious
The festal morn, my God, is come
The flowers of Spring are beautiful
The grave is not a place of rest
The modest lowly lily of the vale
The Preacher's merit rate not by thine
The primrose is pinch'd by the cold
There is a family on earth
The morning flowers display their sweets
The rose, the sweetly blooming rose
There is an hour of peaceful rest
There is a pure and peaceful wave
There is a spot, a lovely spot
There's a refuge of peace from the tempests S.
There the rose unveils
These hearts, alas! cleave to the dust
The solemn work is o'er-hear the priest
The Spirit breathes upon the Word
The subject would my heart rejoice
The tender mercies of our Lord
The week is past! and has it brought
The Winter rose is fair to view
Thine is Redemption
This book, this holy book, on every line
This flower, by Flora's hand array'd
This time, how lovely and how still!
This world is all a fleeting show
This world, which we so highly prize
Thou art, O God, the life and light
Thou blushing flower! no genial ray
Though pure the snow-drop's virgin hue
Though sometimes my way has been
Though 'tis in morning's gayer hour
Thou hidden love of God, whose height
Thou mystical shrub! whose bell
Thou smil'st amid December's cold
Thrice welcome, little English flower!
Through all the changes of the day
Through the skies when the thunder
Thy triumphs, Faith we need not take
"Tis done! the great transaction's done
"Tis past-the dreary week of toil
To die is gain, though finite thought
To Jesus, the crown of my hope
'Twas a lovely thought to mark the hours
'Twas in an hour when sin prevailed
Types of eternal rest-fair buds of bliss
Watch of Israel! we shall rest
Welcome, returning day of rest
Welcome the hour of sweet repose
Welcome thou peaceful dawn!
Well-pleased to see the roses bloom
What beauty adorns the sweet rose
What do I hear? the awful bell
What Nature, alas! has denied
What says the prophet, let that day
What when the scenes of earth are
When first at its Creator's will
When Nature hides her lovely face
When on the fragrant sandal tree
When the spark of life is waning
When time's dark winter shall be o'er
When with a serious musing I behold
Where hast thou been, thou pretty flower
Where is thy home? not where the soul
While marching on to Canaan's ground
While some give up themselves to sin
Who can paint
Why dost thou linger in thy cell
Why should earth with all its glory
With blood-but not his own
With silent awe, I hail the happy morn
Ye angels who stand round the throne
Ye objects of sense, and enjoyments
Yes, I shall behold his bright face
Yes, Salem! thou shalt rise
Yes, sweet it is on God to think
Ye to Zion are invited
You're spinning for my lady, worm
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