The Treasury of Sacred Song by Francis Turner Palgrave, 1824-1897 About The Treasury of Sacred Song by F. T. Palgrave Title: The Treasury of Sacred Song URL: http://www.ccel.org/ccel/palgrave/sacredsong.html Author(s): Palgrave, Francis Turner Publisher: Grand Rapids, MI: Christian Classics Ethereal Library Description: Anthology of sacred poetry selected from the English lyrical poetry of four centuries "for poetry©s sake," with notes. First Published: 1889 Publication History: Unknown Print Basis: London: Henry Frowde, 1890 Source: London: Henry Frowde. 1890 Rights: Public domain. Date Created: 2006-04 Editorial Comments: ·ThML markup. · Contributor(s): Project Gutenberg Distributed Proofreaders (Transcriber) Stephen Hutcheson (Formatter) LC Call no: PR1191 .P2 1890 The Treasury of Sacred Song Francis Turner Palgrave, 1824-1897 Table of Contents About This Book . p. ii Title Page . p. 1 Preface . p. 2 Now gladdeth every living creáture . p. 6 When I look back, and in myself behold . p. 8 The pleasant years that seem, so swift that run . p. 10 Love, lift me up upon thy golden wings . p. 11 Leave me, O Love, which reachest but to dust . p. 20 Poor Soul, the centre of my sinful earth . p. 21 O mighty God, Which for us men . p. 22 Here is the spring where waters flow . p. 23 Sweet Music, sweeter far . p. 24 As I in hoary Winter©s night stood shivering in the snow . p. 26 Let folly praise thatthat, what fancy loves, I praise and love that Child . p. 27 O Gracious God, O Saviour sweet . p. 28 Heavenly Messias, (sweet anointed King . p. 30 Who to the golden Sun©s long restless race . p. 31 Triumphant conqueror of death and hell . p. 32 Hierusalem, my happy home . p. 33 Thou hast made me, and shall Thy work decay . p. 35 As due by many titles, I resign . p. 36 At the round earth©s imagined corners blow . p. 37 Wilt Thou forgive that sin where I begun . p. 38 Lo, when back mine eye . p. 39 View me, Lord, a work of Thine . p. 40 Seek the Lord, and in His ways perséver . p. 41 To music bent is my retired mind . p. 42 Never weather-beaten sail more willing bent to shore . p. 43 Let not the sluggish sleep . p. 44 If I could shut the gate against my thoughts . p. 45 I sing the Birth was born to-night . p. 46 Hear me, O God . p. 47 More oft than once Death whisper©d in mine ear . p. 48 As are those apples, pleasant to the eye . p. 49 Beneath a sable veil and shadows deep . p. 50 iii The Treasury of Sacred Song Francis Turner Palgrave, 1824-1897 The last and greatest Herald of heaven©s King . p. 51 Soul, which to hell wast thrall . p. 52 Jerusalem, that place divine . p. 53 Methinks I draw but sickly breath . p. 54 My God, where is that ancient heat towards Thee . p. 55 Cho. Let all the world in every corner sing . p. 56 My Joy, my Life, my Crown . p. 57 Lord, with what care hast Thou begirt us round . p. 58 While that my soul repairs to her devotion . p. 59 Mark you the floor? that square and speckled stone . p. 60 O day most calm, most bright . p. 61 All after pleasures as I rid one day . p. 62 When first Thou didst entice to Thee my heart . p. 63 When my devotions could not pierce . p. 65 Sweet day, so cool, so calm, so bright . p. 66 Lord, make me coy and tender to offend . p. 67 How soon doth man decay . p. 68 Lord, Let the angels praise Thy name . p. 70 The merry World did on a day . p. 72 Meeting with Time, ©Slack thing,© said I . p. 73 Sweet Peace, where dost thou dwell,--I humbly crave . p. 74 Hark how the birds do sing . p. 76 The fleet astronomer can bore . p. 77 I travell©d on, seeing the hill, where lay . p. 78 King of glory, King of peace . p. 80 With sick and famish©d eyes . p. 81 Away despair! my gracious Lord doth hear . p. 83 When God at first made Man . p. 85 How fresh, O Lord, how sweet and clean . p. 86 When first Thy sweet and gracious eye . p. 88 If we could see below . p. 89 Let wits contest . p. 90 A wreathéd garland of deservéd praise . p. 91 Throw away Thy rod . p. 92 Teach me, my God and King . p. 93 Death, thou wast once an uncouth hideous thing . p. 94 Love bade me welcome; yet my soul drew back . p. 95 Iesu is in my heart; His sacred name . p. 96 Alas! my Lord is going . p. 97 What am I who dare call Thee, God . p. 98 iv The Treasury of Sacred Song Francis Turner Palgrave, 1824-1897 Welcome, thou safe retreat . p. 99 You Spirits! who have thrown away . p. 100 Time! where didst thou those years inter . p. 102 When I survey the bright . p. 104 Show me more love, my dearest Lord . p. 106 Lord, what unvalued pleasures crown©d . p. 107 Eternal Mover, whose diffuséd glory . p. 108 Rise, O my soul! with thy desires to heaven . p. 110 This is the month, and this the happy morn . p. 111 Ye flaming Powers, and wingéd warriors bright . p. 118 Fly, envious Time, till thou run out thy race . p. 119 Blest pair of Sirens, pledges of Heaven©s joy . p. 120 When I consider how my light is spent . p. 121 Frail Life! in which, through mists of human breath . p. 122 Thou Whose nature cannot sleep . p. 123 Fairest of morning lights appear . p. 124 O sing the glories of our Lord . p. 125 In this world, the Isle of Dreams . p. 126 Thou bidst me come away . p. 127 O Years! and Age! Farewell . p. 128 What God gives, and what we take . p. 129 Lord, Thou hast given me a cell . p. 130 In the hour of my distress . p. 132 Each thing below here hath its day . p. 134 Justice doth call for vengeance on my sins . p. 136 I sought for Peace, but could not find . p. 137 Where the remote Bermudas ride . p. 138 When for the thorns with which I long, too long . p. 140 Dear Lord, ©tis finish©d! and now he . ..