There is a book, who runs may read The swift-declining day. The swift not always in the race The uplifted eye and bended knee The vineyard of the Lord The wandering star and fleeting wind The winds are hushed; the peaceful moon . Think gently of the erring one! 446 Thou art gone to the grave; but we will not deplore thee 650 Thou art, O God, the life and light 151 Thou art the Way; and he who sighs. 254 Through night to light! And though to mortal eyes 681 Thus far on life's perplexing path Thus shalt thou love the Almighty Lord. 411 When all thy mercies, O my God! When arise the thoughts of sin When God, of old, came down from heaven When Hagar found the bottle spent When I can read my title clear With glory clad, with strength arrayed With one consent, let all the earth With reverence let the saints appear With stately towers and bulwarks strong 165 144 1 145 61 318 334 207 129 330 630 284 419 733 482 |