Singers and Songs of the Liberal Faith

Editor: Alfred P. Putnam
Publisher: Roberts Brothers, Boston, 1875
Denomination: Liberal Church of America
Language: English
Notes: Selections of hymns and other sacred poems of the Liberal Church in America, with biographical sketches of the writers, and with historical and illustrative notes
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299O thou great Friend to all the sons of menPage Scan
300O brother, who for us didst meekly wearPage Scan
301Father, I will not ask for wealth or famePage Scan
302Through crooked paths thou hast conducted mePage Scan
303For all the trials of my earlier dayPage Scan
304Yes, Holy One, thou the good Shepherd artPage Scan
305While thus thy throne of grace we seekPage Scan
306Lo the day of rest declinethPage Scan
307Calm on the listening ear of nightPage Scan
308It came upon the midnight clearPage Scan
309Ho ye that rest beneath the rockPage Scan
310Above the storm and thunder jarsPage Scan
311A holy air is breathing round a fragrancePage Scan
312So soft, so white, so coldPage Scan
313Come, let us away, Far, far to the dayPage Scan
314Still will we trust, though earth seem dark and drearyPage Scan
315Their brows should wear a holy lightPage Scan
316O deem not that earth's crowning blissPage Scan
317We ask not that our path be always brightPage Scan
318Father, beneath thy sheltering wingPage Scan
319Fades from the west the farewell lightPage Scan
320Abide not in the realm of dreamsPage Scan
321Father, thy servant waits to do thy willPage Scan
322Thou art our master, Thou of God the SonPage Scan
323Thou art my morning, God of lightPage Scan
324Thou art, O God, my east, In thee I dawnedPage Scan
325Savior when thy bread we breakPage Scan
326Down toward the twilight driftingPage Scan
327O thou who changest not though centuries rollPage Scan
328With sandals gemmed iwth morning dewPage Scan
329Through Baca's vale my way is castPage Scan
330The waves of light are drifting fromPage Scan
331Mute in the studio the artist standsPage Scan
332My Father, take my hand, for I am pronePage Scan
333All seeing One, whose presence fillsPage Scan
334To thee, great Spirit, by whose willPage Scan
335Of old, on priest and prophet camePage Scan
336Father, I wait thy word, The sun doth standPage Scan
337Father, thy wonders do not singly standPage Scan
338Father, there is no change to live with theePage Scan
339Wilt Thou not visit mePage Scan
340I gazed upon thy face, and beating lifePage Scan
341'Tis a new life, thoughts move not as they didPage Scan
342I sit within my room, and joy to findPage Scan
343I saw on earth another lightPage Scan
344The bud will soon become a flowerPage Scan
345The minutes have their trusts as they go byPage Scan
346'Tis not the copious rains alonePage Scan
347Pray mother for thy prayer may keepPage Scan
348Strew all their graves with flowersPage Scan
349When from their sight the Savior wentPage Scan
350I hear again my childhood's songsPage Scan
351How come the dead we anxious askPage Scan
352Come suddenly, O LordPage Scan
353Behold but motes of animated dustPage Scan
354Old mountains! dim and gray ye risePage Scan
355Through haughty realms that low and wasted liePage Scan
356O Isr'l, at the trumpet turnPage Scan
357God of the morning and the nightPage Scan
358Hosanna unto David's SonPage Scan
359Entranced among the rocks and treesPage Scan
360The poor ye always have with youPage Scan
361Golden gleams of noonday fellPage Scan
362Spirits of the mighty deadPage Scan
363Rejoice, O weary soulPage Scan
364Once more on balmy wingsPage Scan
365Great God, within these temple gatesPage Scan
366O God, in thy autumnal skiesPage Scan
367The break of morn and MayPage Scan
368O friend, endeared to heart and mindPage Scan
369Great Lord of all, our Father, GodPage Scan
370Earth rolls round from day to nightPage Scan
371Life is a sea, like ships we meetPage Scan
372A voice from the sea to the mountainsPage Scan
373At thy call, O voice divinePage Scan
374Father of the world and soulPage Scan
375Father, beneath thy chastening strokePage Scan
376Lamb of God's fold, 'tis well with theePage Scan
377God bless our native land, Firm may shePage Scan
378I say to every man I meetPage Scan
379I know not whither I goPage Scan
380Humanity is found kneeling in every zonePage Scan
381Brook said to stream: Ah me! swallowed so suddenlyPage Scan
382Devoutly read, and then all books will edify theePage Scan
383Sleep on, sleep on, beneath the sodPage Scan
384The snow has come o'er field and hillPage Scan
385There cometh o'er the spiritPage Scan
386A shadow steals across the sunPage Scan
387Not by vast piles of sculptured stonePage Scan
388Have faith in man, thy brotherPage Scan
389O trust not, youth, to the visions fairPage Scan
390There's a light gone out of the sunshinePage Scan
391How glad the tone when summer's sunPage Scan
392From Zion's holy hill there rosePage Scan
393'Tis sweet, when life's last work is donePage Scan
394As from these hallowed scenes we goPage Scan
395O maiden, at the dawn of dayPage Scan
396The flower that opened to the lightPage Scan
397The year, as now it dies awayPage Scan
398The mountains wide and valleys farPage Scan

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