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Hymn For The House Of Worship At Georgetown, Erected In Memory Of A Mother
John Greenleaf Whittier
that we rear to thee. The heart and not the hand has wrought From sunken base to tower above The iRate it:

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Hymn For The Opening Of Plymouth Church, St. Paul, Minnesota
John Greenleaf Whittier
lay. Thy will was in the builders' thought; Thy hand unseen amidst us wrought; Through mortal motiRate it:

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Hymn For The Opening Of Thomas Starr King’s House Of Worship, 1864
John Greenleaf Whittier
bleeding heart we lay, And dare not ask Thy hand to stay; But, through the war-cloud, pray to TheeRate it:

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Hymn II
John Greenleaf Whittier
sits beneath his vine, The shackled soul and hand are free; Thanksgiving! for the work is Thine! PrRate it:

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Hymn Of Hippolytus To Artemis
Robert Fuller Murray
this garland to gather thy hair, Brought by a hand that is pure as the air. For I alone of all the Rate it:

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Hymn of The Dunkers
John Greenleaf Whittier
the wilderness! Our refuge when the spoiler's hand Was heavy on our native land; And freedom, to hRate it:

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Hymn of the Moravian Nuns of Bethlehem at the Consecration of Pulaski's Banner
Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
In the rush of steeds and men, His right hand will shield thee then. "Take thy banner! Rate it:

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Hymn of the Waldenses
William Cullen Bryant
firm land Tosses in billows when it feels thy hand; Thou dashest nation against nation, then StilleRate it:

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Hymn Sung At A Sacred Concert At Columbia, S.C.
Henry Timrod
darkness of the land Can hide the lifted eye and hand; Nor need the clanging conflict cease, To makRate it:

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Hymn Sung At The Consecration Of Magnolia Cemetery, Charleston, S.C.
Henry Timrod
Whose was the hand that painted thee, O Death! In the false aspect of a ruthless foe, Despair and sorrow waiting on thy breath -- O gentle Power! w...Rate it:

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Hymn to Adversity
Thomas Gray
head, Dread Goddess, lay thy chast'ning hand! Not in thy Gorgon terrors clad, Not circled with the Rate it:

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Hymn To Colour
George Meredith
web-like, sank and heaved. IV Love took my hand when hidden stood the sun To fling his robe on shRate it:

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Hymn To Light
Abraham Cowley
as she. Ah, goddess! would thou couldst thy hand withhold And be less liberal to gold; Didst thou Rate it:

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Hymn to Science
Mark Akenside
and thro' the sky, Disclose her working hand. Next, to thy nobler search resign'd, Rate it:

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Hymn Written Among The Alps
Helen Maria Williams
CREATION'S GOD ! with thought elate, Thy hand divine I see Impressed on scenes, where all is great, Where all is full of thee! Where stern...Rate it:

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Hymn XIII: Happy Soul that Free from Harms
John Wesley
I at last may stand With the sheep at thy right hand, Take the crown so freely given, Enter in by tRate it:

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Hymn XIII: Happy Soul that Free from Harms
Charles Wesley
I at last may stand With the sheep at thy right hand, Take the crown so freely given, Enter in by tRate it:

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Hymn, Sung At Christmas By The Scholars Of St. Helena’s Island, S.C.
John Greenleaf Whittier
face and mild, And help us sing and pray; The hand that blessed the little child, Upon our foreheadRate it:

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Hymns From The French Of Lamartine
John Greenleaf Whittier
it folds its weary wing Once more within the hand divine; So, weary from its wandering, My spirit tRate it:

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I am a Parcel of Vain Strivings Tied
Henry David Thoreau
glass set while I might survive, But by a kind hand brought Alive To a strange place. That stock tRate it:

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I am alive—I guess
Emily Dickinson
I am alive—I guess— The Branches on my Hand Are full of Morning Glory— And at my finger's end— The Carmine—tingles warm— And if I hold a Glass Acr...Rate it:

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I Can Trust
Daniel Webster Davis
promise sweet, And cling to his ne'er failing hand, And, in life's darkest hour, I'll just Look up Rate it:

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I Charge Within
Kurt Philip Behm
each stirrup passion spurs, the present now in hand Behind whose mane I charge within —in search oRate it:

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I Dreamed Of Forest Alleys fair
Robert Louis Stevenson
blindly back on me. To-day I hold her very hand, Her very waist embrace - Like clouds across a pooRate it:

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I Dug And Dug Amongst The Snow
Christina Georgina Rossetti
the sand, And still no green thing came to hand. Melt, O snow! the warm winds blow To thaw the fRate it:

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