358 TABLE OF FIRST LINES. Now spring returns, but not to me returns, 152 217 O Thou dread Pow'r, whe reign'st above, O spare me, Lord, nor o'er my head, O King eternal and divine, O thou great Power! in whom we move, O Thou! the first, the greatest, friend, O God of Abraham! by whose hand, O That those lips had language! Life has pass'd weep O why should the spirit of mortal be proud! O the wrath of the Lord is a terrible thing, O Lord, my God, in mercy turn, O Thou great being! what thou art, Of all my race there breathes not one, Oh! thou who dry'st the mourner's tear, 273 327 329 310 259 341 9 66 100 173 174 176 88 253 216 208 307 192 86 98 180 148 158 One morning in the month of May, "On us and on our children be his blood," Once more 'tis night, and Life's dull weight, Orpheus, for so the Gentiles call'd thy name, Patroits have toil'd, and in their country's cause, Plac'd on the verge of youth, my mind, Roll on, thou deep and dark blue ocean-roll! See, how rude Winter's icy hand, 342 She is not now amid my dreams, She left her infant on a sunday morn, 145 354 Sing to the Lord with joyful voice, 134 Soon will that solemn hour appear, Sleep, sweet babe! my cares beguiling, Sound the loud timbrel o'er Egypt's dark sea, TABLE OF FIRST LINES. 350 Still young and fine, but what is still in view, 308 Still seems it strange, that thou shouldst live for ever, 235 Supreme and universal Light, 114 Sweet day of rest! for the I'd wait, Sweet Day! so cool, so calm, so bright, 87 310 Take one example, to our purpose quite, 3 Ten thousand talents once I ow'd, 66 These hearts, alas! cleave to the dust, The spirit of Beauty smiles over the earth, The poplars are fell'd, farewell to the shade, $19 331 323 344 348 There is an hour of peaceful rest 311 This is the month, and this the happy morn, 338 The grass is green and the spring floweret blooms, These emmets, how little they are in our eyes, 124 These are thy glorious works, Parent of good, 205 218 The festal morn, my God, is come, 220 The voice of nature, yea, the voice of God. 249 The Assyrian came down like the wolf on the fold, 34 Thou art, O God, the life and light 35 The spacious firmament on high, The scene was more beaurul far, to my eye, Thou art gone to the grave, but we will not deplore thee, 76 The Lord will come! the earth shall quake, There is a family on earth, The golden palace of my God, The air of death breathes through our souls, The world's forgotten while I gaze on thee, 104 110 7 12 20 |