Lyra Sacra Americana: or, Gems from American Sacred Poetry

#	Text	Tune
d101	Leave me, dear ones, to my slumber
d102	Let there be light, the eternal spoke
d103	Licensed, to make the strong man weak
d104	Lift not thou the wailing voice
d105	Lift your glad voices in triumph on high
d106	Light of the immortal father's glory
d107	Light waits for us in heaven
d108	Like Isr'l's hosts to exile driven
d109	Like Noah's weary dove that soared the earth around
d110	Live to do good, but not with thought to win
d111	Lord, lead the way the [my] [our] Savior went
d112	Lord, my weak thought in vain would climb
d113	Lord of all being, throned afar
d114	Lord, the shades of night surround us
d115	Lord, who ordainest for mankind
d116	Lord, with glowing heart I'd [I] [I'll] praise thee
d117	Love for all and can it be
d118	Mid the mad whirl of life
d119	Mount up on high. as if on eagles' wings
d120	My country, 'tis of thee, Sweet land of liberty
d121	My faith looks up to thee, Thou Lamb of Calvary
d122	My God, I thank thee, may no thought
d123	My God, my Father, may I dare
d124	No human eyes thy face may see
d125	Not in the solitude Alone, may man commune
d126	Not only doth the voiceful day
d127	Not with silver not with gold
d128	Now gird your patient loins again
d129	Now on land and sea descending
d130	O blessed Jesus, when I see thee bending
d131	O bread to pilgrims given
d132	O deem not that earth's crowning bliss
d133	O deem not they are blest alone
d134	O for the happy hour when God
d135	O God, beneath thy [your] guiding hand
d136	O heaven sweet heaven the home of the blest
d137	O holy comforter I hear
d138	O holy, holy, holy, Lord
d139	O is there aught on earth to share
d140	O Jesus, when I think of thee, thy manger
d141	O Lord of hosts, almighty King
d142	O Lord, thy work revive, In Zion's gloomy hour
d143	O love divine, that [who] stooped [stoop'st] [stoops] to share
d144	O Sacred Head now [once] [sore] wounded [surrounded]
d145	O still in accents sweet and strong
d146	O sweetly breathe the lyres above
d147	O thou eternal viewless God
d148	O thou, in whom alone is found
d149	O thou to whom in ancient time
d150	O thou who art above all height
d151	O thou whose own vast temple stands
d152	O walk with God, and thou shalt find
d153	O'er Kedron's stream and Salem's height
d154	One [A] sweetly [sweet] solemn thought comes to me o'er and o'er
d155	Onward, onward, men of heaven
d156	Onward, onward, though the region
d157	Onward speed thy conquering flight
d158	Perfect through sufferings, may it be
d159	Pilgrims in this vale of sorrow
d160	Planted in Christ, the living vine
d161	Prayer is the dew of faith
d162	Quiet Lord this trembling frame
d163	Quietly rest in the arms of affection
d164	Remember thy Creator, While youth's fair spring
d165	Return, O wanderer, to thy home
d166	Savior, happy would I be if I could but trust in Thee
d167	Savior, [Say], who thy flock are [art] feeding
d168	Shall we grow weary in our watch
d169	She died yet is not dead
d170	Since o'er thy footstool here below
d171	Slowly, by thy [God's] hand unfurled
d172	Softly fades the twilight ray
d173	Softly now the light of day
d174	Soldier, to the contest pressing
d175	Songs in the night full oft are given
d176	Sovereign and transforming grace
d177	Stand up, stand up for Jesus, ye soldiers of the cross
d178	Stealing from the world away
d179	Still as our day our strength shall be
d180	Still, still with thee, when purple morning breaketh
d181	Still will we trust, though earth seem dark and dreary
d182	Strangers no more we wildly rove
d183	Tell me not, in mournful numbers
d184	Thanks for the Sabbath's holy ray
d185	That mystic word of thine, O sovereign Lord
d186	The bud will soon become a flower
d187	The Christian banner, dread no loss
d188	The earth, all light and loveliness
d189	The moon is up, how calm and slow
d190	The morning light is breaking; the darkness disappears
d191	The organ played sweet music
d192	The Spirit in our hearts is whispering sinner come
d193	There is a reaper whose name is death
d194	There is an hour of peaceful rest
d195	There is no change of time and place with thee
d196	There is no flock, however watched and tended
d197	There's a beautiful land by the spoiler untrod
d198	They dread no storm that lowers
d199	They who have kept their spirit's virgin whiteness
d200	Thine holy day's returning