Chapter D

Day after day my weary task I ply 51
Death is not dreadful, no! 106

E
Earth’s bright hopes must fade 31
Ere our first parents fell, the ground 67

F
Far from the friends to me most dear 59
Father of Heaven, Thy guidance we implore 43
“Feed thou My lambs,” the Saviour said 47
Forsake not thou thy father’s friend 111
Forth from the city gate of Nain 95

H
Help me, Lord Jesus, to fulfil 71
How beautiful is Nature’s face! 75
How highly blest were those who saw 85
How swiftly flies man’s mortal thread 41