"Every plant which my heavenly Father hath not

planted shall be rooted up,' "It is good to be here," Despondency corrected, An Evening Service, The Folly of Atheism, Sabbath Hymn, Public Worship,

Light from Religion,

Love to God,

Sabbath Hymn,

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Cunningham. 259

Herbert Knowles. 260

Wadsworth. 262

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Bowring. 263

Darwin. 265

Mrs. Barbauld. 267 Sir J. E. Smith. 268

Bowring. 269

E. T. 270

Mrs. Barbauld. 271

Sabbath Days-Modernized from "Son-Dayes," in

Vaughan's "Silex Scintillans,"

Bernard Barton. 271

The Spiritual Law-Deut. xxx. 11-14,

The Happiness of the Godly,

Id. 272

Id. 273

Morning Hymn,.

The Cross of Christ,

"God is Love,"

The Creator's Works,

Milton. 274

J. Bowring. 276
Id. 277

Hymn-"It is I; be not afraid," Sir James E. Smith. 278

Love of God,

To a Butterfly resting on a Skull,

A Thought on Death,

The Widow of Nain,

The Autumn Evening,

Wallace. 279 Thompson. 279 Cowper. 283 Caroline Fry. 284 Anonymous. 285

Mrs. Barbauld. 286

Furness. 287

Peabody. 288

TABLE OF FIRST LINES.

A cloud lay cradled near the setting sun,
Ah! when did wisdom covet length of days,

Ah me! these youthful bearers, robed in white,
All I feel, and hear, and see,

A mother's love-how sweet the name,

And is there care in heaven? and is there love,
And Rachel lies in Ephrath's land,

A Parish Priest was of the pilgrim train,
As the good shepherd leads his sheep,

178

17

At the close of the day, when the hamlet is still,

137

Ay, there ye shine, and there have shone,

139

Bright be the skies that cover thee,.

236

Build'st thou on Wealth?-its wings are ever spread, 241

But who shall see the glorious day,

139

Child of the dust, I heard thee mourn,
Come, Disappointment, come!
Creature of air and light,

Dear is the hallow'd morn to me,
Dull Atheist! could a giddy dance,

Enthroned upon a hill of light,

Fallen is thy throne, O Israel,
Farewell, thou vase of splendor,

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Few are thy days, and full of wo,

117

Forgive thy foes;-nor that alone,.

220

From early childhood, even, as hath been said,

126

From Greenland's icy mountains,

173

Go, take the wings of morn,

Grace does not steel the faithful heart,

Group after group are gathering, such as prest,

Heave! mighty ocean, heave!

60

161

51

63

Here, in a little cave,

He sung of God, the mighty source,

20.2

242

He who delights to trace, with serious thought,
How fair is the rose! what a beautiful flower,

How shall I know thee in the sphere which keeps,

243

192

19

How shall I praise thee, Lord of light?

How sweetly flow'd the Gospel's sound,

How sweet, upon this sacred day,

122

166

180

How sweet and solemn, all alone,
How wither'd, faded, seems the form,
Humility," said Lena, as she drew,

I am monarch of all I survey,
I dream'd:-I saw a rosy child,
If all our hopes and all our fears,

If human kindness meets return,
If I had Jubal's chorded shell,
If love, the noblest, purest, best,

If that high world, which lies beyond,

I had found out a sweet green spot,
I hear thee speak of a better land,
I love to muse, when none are nigh,

I love to see the falling leaf,

I love the organ's joyous swell,

224

41

47

207

107

269

101

23

219

153

190

116

102

198

212

I seek the mountain cleft: alone,
Is there a time when moments flow,
Is there a lone and dreary hour,
It is not that my lot is low,

It is the one true Light,

It must be sweet in childhood to give back,
It thunders! sons of dust, in reverence bow!
I will not sing a mortal's praise,

King of the world! I worship thee, .

Knell of departed years, .

Lord, who art merciful as well as just,

Look on him-through his dungeon grate,

Low in the dim and sultry west,

Methinks it is good to be here,

Mother, I am dying now,

My God, all nature owns thy sway,

My mother's voice! how often creep,

Nay, William, nay, not so; the changeful year,
No moon hung o'er the sleeping earth,
Now breathes the ruddy Morn around,

O, could the soul oppress'd with care,

O'er Kedron's stream, and Salem's height,
O fear not thou to die,

O God! whose thunder shakes the sky,

Oh mighty is the Lord of Hosts,

Oh! weep for those that wept by Babel's stream,
O, mingle with the widow's tears,

O most delightful hour by man,
O my soul, with all thy powers,
On yonder shore, on yonder shore,
-One adequate support, &c.,

O, the wrath of the Lord is a terrible thing!

O think that, while you're weeping here,

113

O thou whose lips can well repeat,

193

O Thou whom eye hath seen not-nor shall see,

209

O Thou Great Being! what thou art,

226

O! would you be assured you love your God,

284

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Praise waits in Zion, Lord, for thee,

268

Prayer is the soul's sincere desire,

57

Sad and slow was the wanderer's tread,

54

Sad, solitary Thought, who keep'st thy vigils,

99

Salt of the earth! ye virtuous few,

74

Say not the law divine,

272

Shall man, to sordid views confined,

40

She said she was alone within the world,

182

Sleep, sleep to-day, tormenting cares,

267

Spirit of spirits! who, through every part,

183

Sweet bird, again that plaintive strain,
Sweet harp of Judah! shall thy sound,
Sweet is the scene when virtue dies,

168

107

218

Sweet Peace, where dost thou dwell? &c.
Swift the tempest strips the wood,

Take, holy earth, all that my soul holds dear,.

The Assyrian came down like the wolf on the fold,.

133

The autumnal winds had stripp'd the field,

103

The bird, let loose in eastern skies,.

163

The clouds! the clouds! they are beautiful,

25

The heavens, O Lord, thy power proclaim,

The groves were God's first temples. Ere man learn'd,

157

50

The hour, the hour, the parting hour,

The melancholy days are come, the saddest, &c.