The Gift of the Publisher.
Ron Jan 7 1854

Entered according to Act of Congress, in the year 1853, by

JOHN BARTLETT,

in the Clerk's Office of the District Court of the District of Massachusetts.

CAMBRIDGE:

METCALF AND COMPANY, STEREOTYPERS AND PRINTERS.

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785.5
N88360
1854

INDEX.

Almighty Father! I am weak

Almighty Father! Thou hast many a blessing
Almighty God, in humble prayer
Another day its course hath run.
As every day thy mercy spares
Awake, my soul! stretch every nerve

Behold, where, in a mortal form
Blest is the man who fears the Lord
Bright was the guiding star that led
By cool Siloam's shady rill

Calm on the listening ear of night
Come to God's altar! O, draw near

Eternal and immortal King

Father and Friend! thy light, thy love
Father! I love to read of thee.
Father! whate'er of earthly bliss
Forth went the heralds of the cross

From the recesses of a lowly spirit

In holy books we read how God hath spoken
In silent sorrow, from the gates of Nain

In sleep's serene oblivion laid

Israel's Shepherd, guide me, feed me
It was no path of flowers

66

73

43

24

84

45

33

41

77

61

50

See, from on high, a light divine
"See how he loved!" exclaimed the Jews
See! the kind Shepherd, Jesus, stands
Shine on our souls, Eternal God

Teach us to pray

There is a book, who runs may read

There is a world above

The spacious firmament on high

The truth from God, which Jesus brought

The year begins with promises

Though lonely be thy path, fear not, for He

Thou, Lord, who rear'st the mountain's height

Thy will be done! In devious way

Thy will be done! I will not fear
'T is not the gift, but 't is the spirit
To learn and do thy will .

When up to nightly stars we gaze

When, with uplifted hearts, we kneel

While shepherds watched their flocks by night
While thee I seek, protecting Power
Why weep for those, frail child of woe

Young though we are, and in the prime .