| 5b Always Something New | The soul forsakes her vain pursuits,
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| 28b Watchman (First) | And not her speech be heard?
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| 36t Lovely Vine | With lovely charms she spreads her arms,
With clusters in her hands.
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| 46b Waiting Church | Her absent Lord to see;
That shall restore her comeliness,
And make her wastes rejoice.
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| 59b Dove of Peace | To build her downy nest,
To win her to my breast.
I sought her in the groves of love,
I knew her tender heart;
I sought her on the flow'ry lawn,
Where pleasure holds her train;
I sought her there, though vainly still,
She builds her downy nest;
And win her to your breast.”
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| 62b Joy to the World | Let earth receive her King;
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| 66t Balerma | More precious are her bright rewards
Her right hand offers to the just
Her left, imperishable wealth
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| 68 Bright Mansions | Mother, too was in her place,
Beams of love shone on her face;
On her loved ones gathered there.
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| 77 How Beautiful Heaven Must Be | There yielding her fruit is the tree;
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| 82t Lady Touch Thy Harp Again | And her song would always be
With her voice attuned to praise
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| 85 Mercy Seat | O let my hand forget her skill,
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| 119 Weary Souls | That mourns her absent mate;
Her woes she doth relate;
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| 125t Endless Joy | My soul would stretch her wings in haste
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| 130t Sacred Love | Be Thou her refuge and her trust,
Her everlasting Friend.
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| 134 Liberty | Which freedom calls her own.
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| 137 Antioch | Let earth receive her King!
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| 144t Tribulation | To seek her last abode.
In vain to heav'n she lifts her eyes;
Still drags her downward from the skies,
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| 145t Milledgeville | And grace her mean abode,
She communes with her God.
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| 165 Babylon is Fallen | And her watchmen publish peace.
All her merchants stand with wonder,
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| 174t Prospect | My soul should stretch her wings in haste,
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| 207t Windham | Nature must count her gold but dross,
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| 270 Lena | Earth unto her centre quaking,
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| 284 Don't Grieve Your Mother | For her dear children, out of her sight,
Don't grieve your mother, don't grieve her so,
Soon you will miss her, how sad and lone!
Some mother's darling, her own dear boy,
Down at the dram shop, sapping her joy,
Soon you will miss her from earth below.
She called us round her then passed away.
Where I will meet her, she whom I love.
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| 290 Amity | My tongue repeats her vows,
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| 317 The Christian Soldier | Spreads the world her downy pillow;
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| 332 Babylonian Captivity | Her friends, her children mingled with the dead.
O'ertake her foes with terror and dismay,
His arm avenge her desolated walls
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| 365 The Indian's Petition | At the sight of her child, let me go, let me go,
At the sight of her child, oh! there let me go.
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| 366 Millennium (First) | No spots on her count'nance, in that glorious day,
In sight of her enemies she rises above.
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| 412b Colchester | Like her united tow'rs.
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| 435 Shenley | Like her united tow'rs.
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| 436b It Is I | The ship her course delayed;
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| 441 The Lonesome Dove | That mourns her absent mate;
Her woes she doth relate;
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| 454 Heavenly Light (or Eden) | When nature drops her warning fire;
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| 472t Sunset | My soul would stretch her wings in haste,
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| 495 The Sailor's Home | The soul for joy then claps her wings,
And loud her lovely sonnet sings,
And loud her lovely sonnet sings, I'm going home.
Again for joy she plumes her wings,
And loud her lovely sonnet sings,
And loud her lovely sonnet sings, I'm almost home.
More eager all her pow'rs expand;
Her anchor drops within the veil:
And now for joy she folds her wings,
And her celestial sonnet sings,
And her celestial sonnet sings, I'm home at last.
And loud her hallelujahs sing, We're safe at last.
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| 524 When Shall We Meet Again? | When will peace wreathe her chain
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| 533 Prospect of Heaven | There, faith lifts up her cheerful eye,
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