| 16 The Finest Flower | Its deepest hue, its richest smell,
How bright its colors are.
Nor half its beauties show;
Transplanted to its native air,
Its beauty never dies;
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| 18 Praise Our Redeemer | Freed from the earth with its sorrow and pain.
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| 36t Lovely Vine | Its circling branches rise,
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| 41b Ardor | Then hell has lost its prey.
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| 44t Morning Sun | Its heav'nly parent sing,
And to its great Original,
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| 45b Lofty Sky | Declares its Maker God,
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| 63t Condescension | Drew forth its dreadful sword,
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| 74 God's Helping Hand | The tribute of its love to bring,
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| 79 Kingwood | Time, like the tide, its motion keeps,
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| 82t Lady Touch Thy Harp Again | While I catch its echoes sweet,
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| 88 Pisgah | And find its long-sought rest,
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| 93 Something New | Soon loses its gay hue;
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| 97 The Guiding Star | Its comforts never die.
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| 99 Pleasant Hill | May I its great importance learn,
Its sov'reign virtues know.
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| 133 Juniata | And shed its fragrance there,
The noblest balm of all its wounds,
The cordial of its care.
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| 139 The Wanderer's Grave | And told its tale of woe,
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| 146t Solemn Warning | While on its branches green,
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| 158 The Land of Rest | In its glories to share,
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| 175 O How I Love Jesus | I love to sing its worth;
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| 179 Traveling On | Its glitt'ring tow'rs the sun outshine,
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| 194 O Happy Day | And tell its raptures all abroad.
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| 202 Immensity | Nor ear hath caught its sounds of joy:
One half its blessedness unfold:
With a pure rad'ance all its own;
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| 209 The Lord's Supper | Its heavy vengeance in our stead.
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| 218b Harmony | After death its joys will be
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| 226t Rock of Ages | Cleanse me from its guilt and pow'r.
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| 233 Believer and His Soul | To its full perfection,
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| 234 The Singing Christian | Its wonted fruit shall bear;
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| 237 Remember Thy Creator | Ere life resigns its trust,
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| 242 Come, Ye Disconsolate | Come, ere the lamp of life ceases its burning,
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| 250t Realms of the Blest | And oft are its glories confessed,
We speak of its freedom from sin,
We speak of its service of love,
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| 281b Palmetto | Had I heart to hold its pleasure,
Had I tongue to tell its bliss;
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| 282 Friendship | Beauty, with all its gaudy shows,
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| 286 Ganges | It poured its curses on my head.
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| 288 Morris | Drew forth its dreadful sword,
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| 303 The Unclouded Day | Sheds its fragrance through the unclouded day.
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| 307 True Happiness | Of a soul in its earliest love.
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| 331 A Home in Heaven | By the Spirit stroke, for its evil deeds.
Does the hope inspire of its home in Heav'n –
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| 340 Concord | There, there, its bright summit appears.
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| 350 The Rock | When my heart is o'erwhelmed with its sorrow and care;
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| 354 Summer | Are enough for life's woes, full enough for its cheer.
Since Jesus hath lain there, I dread not its gloom;
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| 355 Homeward Bound | Softly we drift on its bright silver tide,
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| 357 The Trumpet | The char'ot! the char'ot! its wheels roll in fire,
Lo! self-moving it drives on its pathway of cloud,
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| 365 The Indian's Petition | No more from its life-cheering fond pleasures to roam,
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| 366 Millennium (First) | But truth cuts its way and love melts down Zion's foes.
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| 368b Sweetest Pleasure | After death its joys will be
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| 390 Crown of Light | See heav'n its sparkling portals wide display,
While ev'ry land its joyous tribute brings.
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| 419b Fountain | Shall never lose its pow'r,
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| 424 Nightingale | My life with all its active pow'rs
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| 429 Charming Name | And sheds its fragrance there;
The noblest balm of all its wounds,
The cordial of its care.
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| 493b Day-Star | Jesus scatters all its gloom;
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| 531 Little Worth | Arouse its senses and awake
Life, like its glories glides away,
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| 535 Trial's Hour | Though sighs and tears its language be,
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| 539 Rest for the Weary | And its sting shall be withdrawn;
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| 542 The Heavenly Home | Its glitt'ring tow'rs the sun outshine;
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