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Now gladdeth every living creáture
When I look back, and in myself behold
The pleasant years that seem, so swift that run
Love, lift me up upon thy golden wings
Leave me, O Love, which reachest but to dust
Poor Soul, the centre of my sinful earth
O mighty God, Which for us men
Here is the spring where waters flow
As I in hoary Winter's night stood shivering in the snow
Let folly praise that fancy loves, I praise and love that Child
O Gracious God, O Saviour sweet
Heavenly Messias, (sweet anointed King
Who to the golden Sun's long restless race
Triumphant conqueror of death and hell
Thou hast made me, and shall Thy work decay
As due by many titles, I resign
At the round earth's imagined corners blow
Wilt Thou forgive that sin where I begun
View me, Lord, a work of Thine
Seek the Lord, and in His ways perséver
To music bent is my retired mind
Never weather-beaten sail more willing bent to shore
If I could shut the gate against my thoughts
I sing the Birth was born to-night
More oft than once Death whisper'd in mine ear
As are those apples, pleasant to the eye
Beneath a sable veil and shadows deep
The last and greatest Herald of heaven's King
Soul, which to hell wast thrall
Methinks I draw but sickly breath
My God, where is that ancient heat towards Thee
Cho. Let all the world in every corner sing
Lord, with what care hast Thou begirt us round
While that my soul repairs to her devotion
Mark you the floor? that square and speckled stone
All after pleasures as I rid one day
When first Thou didst entice to Thee my heart
When my devotions could not pierce
Sweet day, so cool, so calm, so bright
Lord, make me coy and tender to offend
Lord, Let the angels praise Thy name
Meeting with Time, 'Slack thing,' said I
Sweet Peace, where dost thou dwell,--I humbly crave
I travell'd on, seeing the hill, where lay
Away despair! my gracious Lord doth hear
How fresh, O Lord, how sweet and clean
When first Thy sweet and gracious eye
A wreathéd garland of deservéd praise
Death, thou wast once an uncouth hideous thing
Love bade me welcome; yet my soul drew back
Iesu is in my heart; His sacred name
What am I who dare call Thee, God
You Spirits! who have thrown away
Time! where didst thou those years inter
Show me more love, my dearest Lord
Lord, what unvalued pleasures crown'd
Eternal Mover, whose diffuséd glory
Rise, O my soul! with thy desires to heaven
This is the month, and this the happy morn
Ye flaming Powers, and wingéd warriors bright
Fly, envious Time, till thou run out thy race
Blest pair of Sirens, pledges of Heaven's joy
When I consider how my light is spent
Frail Life! in which, through mists of human breath
Thou Whose nature cannot sleep
Fairest of morning lights appear
O sing the glories of our Lord
In this world, the Isle of Dreams
What God gives, and what we take
Lord, Thou hast given me a cell
Each thing below here hath its day
Justice doth call for vengeance on my sins
I sought for Peace, but could not find
Where the remote Bermudas ride
When for the thorns with which I long, too long
Dear Lord, 'tis finish'd! and now he
Happy those early days, when I
I cannot reach it; and my striving eye
When first thy eyes unveil, give thy soul leave
Bright shadows of true Rest! some shoots of bliss
O Thy bright looks! Thy glance of love
O Book! Life's guide! how shall we part
Fair, solitary path! whose blesséd shades
Unfold! unfold! Take in His light
Since I in storms used most to be
Whither, O whither didst thou fly
And do they so? have they a sense
Fresh fields and woods! the Earth's fair face
With what deep murmurs, through Time's silent stealth
I walk'd the other day, to spend my hour
Sure thou didst flourish once! and many springs
Hither thou com'st: the busy wind all night
'Twas so; I saw thy birth:--That drowsy lake
Through that pure virgin shrine
Sweet, harmless lives!--[up]on whose holy leisure
Thou cam'st from Heaven to Earth, that we
Bright Queen of Heaven! God's Virgin Spouse
Dear, beauteous Saint! more white than Day
The lucky World shew'd me one day
I saw Eternity the other night
Weighing the steadfastness and state
Thou art not Truth! for he that tries
Thou that know'st for whom I mourn
They are all gone into the world of light
Ah! what time wilt Thou come? when shall that cry
When with these eyes, closed now by Thee
O day of life, of light, of love
Come, we shepherds, whose blest sight
Lord, when the sense of Thy sweet grace
What's this Morn's bright eye to me
Never yet could careless Sleep
What is House and what is Home
Fountain of Sweets! Eternal Dove
Lift up your heads, great Gates, and sing
Where's now the object of thy fears
Sing aloud, His praise rehearse
How long, great God, how long must I
Through Contemplation's optics I have seen
E'en like two little bank-dividing brooks
You holy Virgins, that so oft surround
Close now thine eyes, and rest secure
My glass is half unspent; Forbear t'arrest
Behold the sun, that seem'd but now
Sweet baby, sleep! what ails my dear
My soul doth pant towards Thee
Lord, it belongs not to my care
Sweet place, sweet place alone
Fain would my thoughts fly up to Thee
Hark, my soul, how every thing
Wake, all my hopes, lift up your eyes
Behold we come, dear Lord, to Thee
My Lord, my Love, was crucified
There is a Stream, which issues forth
Alas, my God, that we should be
These sweeter far than lilies are
The Holy Book, like the Eighth Sphere does shine
How are Thy servants blest, O Lord
When all Thy mercies, O my God
The spacious firmament on high
Awake, my Soul, and with the sun
Glory to Thee, my God, this night
My God, now I from sleep awake
O fool,--of short-lived goods possest
Sighs--whether swift to Heaven they rise
As in the night I restless lie
A saint, to few but God well known
While shepherds watch'd their flocks by night
No; 'tis in vain to seek for bliss
'Shepherds, rejoice, lift up your eyes
Fairest of all the lights above
Where'er my flattering passions rove
Hear what the voice from Heaven proclaims
Give me the wings of faith, to rise
Hush! my dear, lie still and slumber
Ye golden lamps of Heaven, farewell
Ye humble souls, that seek the Lord
Jesus! I love Thy charming name
Hark the glad sound! The Saviour comes
When Israel's ruler on the royal bed
He sang of God--the mighty source
When Jesus, by the Virgin brought
Ah! give me, Lord, the single eye
Compared with Christ, in all beside
Come, Thou long-expected Jesus
Come, O Thou Traveller unknown
Hark! how all the welkin rings
Christ, Whose glory fills the skies
All praise to Him who dwells in bliss
Times without number have I pray'd
Come, let us join our friends above
Approach, my soul, the mercy-seat
How sweet the Name of Jesus sounds
The Lord will happiness divine
Far from the world, O Lord, I flee
O Thou unknown, Almighty Cause
The door of death is made of gold
Prayer is the soul's sincere desire
When gathering clouds around I view
Praise to God, immortal praise
Awake, my soul, lift up thine eyes
Brightest and best of the Sons of the morning
Oh weep not o'er thy children's tomb
Holy, holy, holy, Lord God Almighty
I praised the Earth, in beauty seen
The sound of war! In earth and air
Oh God that madest earth and sky, the darkness and the day
God that madest Earth and Heaven
Beneath our feet and o'er our head
Oh help us, Lord! each hour of need
When our heads are bow'd with woe
A rock there is whose homely front
Where will they stop, those breathing Powers
Doom'd as we are our native dust
Dear be the Church, that, watching o'er the needs
Tax not the royal Saint with vain expense
Glory to God! and to the Power Who came
It is a beauteous evening, calm and free
Not seldom, clad in radiant vest
There is a book, who runs may read
Where is Thy favour'd haunt, eternal Voice
Ye hermits blest, ye holy maids
'Tis true, of old th' unchanging sun
I mark'd a rainbow in the north
Red o'er the forest peers the setting sun
Sin is with man at morning-break
When Nature tries her finest touch
O Lord my God, do Thou Thy holy will
Strange to our ears the church-bells of our home
Lord of my heart, by Thy last cry
Wish not, dear friends, my pain away
Why should we faint and fear to live alone
We were not by when Jesus came
The mid-day sun, with fiercest glare
Where is it mothers learn their love
Oh! say not, dream not, heavenly notes
Draw, Holy Ghost, Thy seven-fold veil
Hues of the rich unfolding morn
'Tis gone, that bright and orbéd blaze
What, many times I musing ask'd, is Man
Oh thou of dark forebodings drear
Oh blessing, wearing semblance of a curse
This did not once so trouble me
If we with earnest effort could succeed
To leave unseen so many a glorious sight
In token that thou shalt not fear
Be not afraid to pray--to pray is right
She sat and wept beside His feet; the weight
In stature perfect, and with every gift
Hail, scenes of holy grandeur! hail
The Lord hath builded for Himself
She is not dead--she only sleeps
The song of God, so nobly sung
Abide with me! Fast falls the eventide
Oft have I read of sunny realms, where skies are pure at even
When travail hours are spent and o'er
Give me a tender spotless child
We scatter seeds with careless hand
I mark'd when vernal meads were bright
Lo, cast at random on the wild sea sand
Heaven in the depth and height is seen
'Tis only our dull hearts that tire so soon
'Nurse, let me draw the baby's veil aside
Lord, in Thy Name Thy servants plead
Wherefore shrink, and say 'Tis vain
I thought to meet no more, so dreary seem'd
Lord Jesus, loving hearts and dear
Bethlehem, above all cities blest
The church do zeem a touchèn zight
Avore the time when zuns went down
Ah! ev'ry day mid bring a while
When weakness now do strive wi' might
I do not ask, O Lord, that life may be
This Advent moon shines cold and clear
Give me the lowest place: not that I dare
When thy lone dreams sweet visions see
How beautiful it is to be alive
What wealth to earth our God hath given
My little son, who looked from thoughtful eyes
O only Source of all our light and life
Who seeketh finds: what shall be his relief
While they here sojourn'd, their presence drew us
I have a life with Christ to live
'Twixt gleams of joy and clouds of doubt
Yes, mark the words, deem not that Saints alone
Lord, in this dust Thy sovereign voice
In childhood, when with eager eyes
I saw thee once, and nought discern'd
Say, who is he in deserts seen
This is the Saint of gentleness and kindness
Two brothers freely cast their lot
The world has cycles in its course, when all
The Church shone brightly in her youthful days
Each trial has its weight; which, whoso bears
Why, wedded to the Lord, still yearns my heart
Say, hast thou track'd a traveller's round
When I look back upon my former race
When first God stirr'd me, and the Church's word
Prune thou thy words, the thoughts control
Unveil, O Lord, and on us shine
O comrade bold, of toil and pain
O holy Lord, who with the Children Three
Time was, I shrank from what was right
O Lord, how wonderful in depth and height
Death was full urgent with thee, Sister dear
The number of Thine own complete
Whene'er goes forth Thy dread command
Take me away, and in the lowest deep
Praise to the Holiest in the height
Praise to the Holiest in the height
I rise and raise my claspéd hands to Thee
O holiest Truth! how have I lied to Thee
Lead, Kindly Light, amid the encircling gloom
We look around, the murky sky is still
Why they have never known the way before
In some lone walk through sunburnt fields
The night is come, and all the world is still
Lord, I have wrestled through the livelong night
Lord, when I lift mine eyes to Thee
What is it that amid some earthly home
The flash of youthful light is past and gone
Light of the lonely pilgrim's heart
I heard the voice of Jesus say
What is the saddest sweetest lowest sound
The golden gates are lifted up
Hark, the sound of holy voices, chanting at the crystal sea
God of the living, in Whose eyes
Go not far from me, O my Strength
That was the Shepherd of the flock; He knew
Jesus! why dost Thou love me so
Oh I could go through all life's troubles singing
Why dost thou beat so quick, my heart
I worship Thee, Sweet Will of God
From pain to pain, from woe to woe
Oh come and mourn with me awhile
At midnight, when yon azure fields on high
At the Lord's Table waiting, robed and stoled
At noon a shower had fallen, and the clime
O God, impart Thy blessing to my cries
As on my bed at dawn I mused and pray'd
When the four quarters of the world shall rise
How peacefully the broad and golden moon
Tho' death met love upon thy dying smile
Thy servants pray, O hear us, Lord
Great God Who knowest each man's need
Late, late, so late! and dark the night and chill
When Lazarus left his charnel-cave
Her eyes are homes of silent prayer
Our doctor had call'd in another, I never had seen him before