INDEX OF FIRST LINES.

HYMN.

A voice from the desert comes awful and shrill,

32

HYMN.

Blest is the man whose tender care,

117

Be thou exalted, O my God,

144

Be firm and be faithful; desert not the right,

274

Death! what is that which we call death,

280

HYMN.

For a season called to part,

307

Farewell, dear friends, we soon must part,

Farewell, my dear brethren, the time is at hand,

315

316

Go to thy brother, now feeble and low,

116

Hark! what mean those holy voices,
Hark! the glad sound, the Savior comes,
How beauteous were the marks divine,
How happy is he born or taught,

Had I the tongues of Greeks and Jews,

Happy the man, whose cautious steps,

34

35

49

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89

97

Hark, hark, the sweet music that sounds,

185

HYMN.

Hear ye not the voice of anguish,

209

How brightly they lie, on the ocean's deep surge,

211

How long shall Afric's sons,

214

How glad was the anthem the bright angels sung,

240

Ho, all ye that bloom in the morning of life,

303

I pity the slave-mother, care-worn and weary,

202

HYMN.

Joy, joy to the world, for the sword shall be broken,

223

Join us, in one spirit join,

249

Lord, thou hast won, at length I yield,
Lord, who's the happy man that may,
Lord, what offering shall we bring,
Let Pharisees of high esteem,

Let men of high conceit and zeal,
Lord, I believe a rest remains,
Lord, let the gospel tidings spread,
Lo, what a glorious sight appears,
Look not upon the sparkling wine,
Let Mammon hold, while Mammon can,
Lord, send thy word, and let it run,
Let warriors tremble, when they dare,
Lo! shameless on each vessel's deck,

Let selfishness no more,

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111

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Lord, give me a place with the humblest of saints,