The Christian Harmony
INDEX

INDEXES FOR ALL EDITIONS OF WILLIAM WALKER’S CHRISTIAN HARMONY

Songs With the Word "Look"

1 Weary RestLook unto Me, thy morn shall rise, “Look unto Me, thy morn shall rise,
4 CopelandTo Him we ever more should look;
17 Call to ArmsArise and look around you;
72b Joyful NewsDear Saviour look upon a child
110 VolunteersThey look like men of war.
118 CampbellOn earthly good look down;
135 RaymondAnd you, mine eyes look down and view
149 A Good Time ComingThen I look across with longing eye;
161b Awake, JerusalemLook up thy broken heart prepare,
199 VernonLook on Thy hands and read it there.
233 Believer and His SoulLook to Jesus, kind as strong,
242 Come, Ye DisconsolateAngels with sympathy, look down from heaven
246 The Good PhysicianThen bid me look unto Him,
249 Green FieldsThe fields strive in vain to look gay,
255 Watchman (Second)Pilgrims, rise, and look around thee;
265 Mourner's LamentationFrom day to day I look for peace,
266 Chrystler's FieldArise and look around you;
270 LenaLook, ye sinners, ye that hung Him, Look how deep your sins have stung Him! Dying sinners, look and live. Look on Phoebus, struck with wonder,
287 Indian ConvertDen me look heb'n and send up cry,
310b Weary SinnerLook thy doubts and cares away.
312 PenitenceTurn, and look upon me, Lord, Turn, and look upon me, Lord,
335 When I am GoneLook up on high and believe that I'm there,
355 Homeward BoundLook, yonder lie the bright heavenly shores,
357 The TrumpetO mercy! O mercy! look down from above,
411 The TrumpetersThey look like men of war:
412t HowardTo Thee devoutly I'll look up,
418b Union ValeLook how we grovel here below,
423t CoventryWith one reviving look of Thine
440b RobinsonWith one reviving look of Thine,
492b SupplicationBehold them not with angry look,
493b Day-StarLook on His deserted grave;
505 WaterfordLook on Him ye pierced, and mourn
506 Dying LoveTo Thy cross we look and live.
512 Missionary SongLook, my soul! be still and gaze;
514 CrownLook, ye saints, the sight is glor'ous;
532 BoerneThe fields strive in vain to look gay,