INDEX OF FIRST LINES.

A bright or dark eternity in view,

A poor wayfaring man of grief,

Ah how empty, ah how fleeting,

Ah, why this disconsolate frame,

All hail, thou lengthener of my days,

And dost thou say, 'Ask what thou wilt,'
And must thou die my darling boy,
And wilt thou hear the fevered heart,
And shall I, Lord, the cup decline,
Are nature's charms all hidden,
Around Bethesda's healing wave,.
Art thou a pilgrim and alone,
Ask and ye shall receive,

As oft with worn and weary feet,
As panting in the sultry beam,
At evening time let there be light,

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197

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93

174

47

250

146

87

94

58

96

166

165

200

27

44

189

Came at length the dreadful night,

Cease here longer to detain me,

Chamber of sickness, much to thee I owe,

Change is written every where,

Child of man whose seed below,

40

222

76

196

42

For what shall I praise thee,
Fountain of grace, rich, full, and free,
Fountain of light and living breath,
From every stormy wind that blows,
From the depths of grief and fear,
Full of trembling expectation,

Gently, gently lay thy rod,

Gentle stranger, fearless come,

Give me the voice of mirth,

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61

253

78

163

63

143

72

59

97

94

99

73

15

172

31

I am weary of straying-O fain would I rest,

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In health, O Lord, and prosperous days,

130

It is good when we lay on our pillow our head,

185

Long have I viewed, long have I thought,

50

Lord, I would thank thee, if thine hand,

70

Much have I borne, but not as I should bear,

55

Nay, shrink not from the word 'farewell,'

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O cheer thee, cheer thee, suffering saint,
O God! from whom my spirit came,
O God! may I look up to thee,

O God, the Lord of place and time,

O, how soft that bed must be,

O, let my trembling soul be still,

O lightly, lightly tread,

O Lord! how happy should we be,

O Lord, my best desire fulfil,

O Lord, our strength and righteousness,
O thou, all holy, wise, and just,

O thou faithful God of love,

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O, weep not for me! I can never be blest,

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Of all the thoughts of God that are,

Oft as the leper's case I read,
One prayer I have - all prayers in one,
One time I was allowed to steer,

Parting soul! the flood awaits thee,
Peace of God, which knows no measure,

Perfect love, Lord, can it be,

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Pilgrim, is thy journey drear,
Pleasant are thy courts above,
Polar star of life's dark sea,

Precious Bible! what a treasure,