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There is a spot by the deep blue sea
There is a spot, of men believed to be
There is a thought so purely blest
There is an awe in mortals' joy
There is an awful quiet in the air
There is an hour of peaceful rest.
There is in stillness oft a magic power
"There is no God," the fool in secret said
"There is no God," the foolish saith
There is no tongue to speak his eulogy
There's a song in the air!

There was a little lowly upper room

There was a marriage-table where one sate

There was a poor old man

There was a time when meadow, grove, and stream
There were seven fishers, with nets in their hands
There's not a bird, with lonely nest

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These, as they change, Almighty Father, these
These hairs of age are messengers

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They are all gone into the world of light.

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"They have no more wine," she said

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They have toiled all the night, the long weary night 617

They sat in silent watchfulness

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They say that God lives very high!

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They talked of Jesus as they went

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They told me I was heir: I turned in haste

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This flower-like chamber, delicately walled
This I have heard from ancient sages

They who have kept their spirits' virgin whiteness

Things of the earth in the earth will we lay
This book is all that's left me now
This did not once so trouble me.

This is the month, and this the happy morn

This is the ship of pearl, which, poets feign
This world I deem

This world is all a fleeting show

Thou art gone to the grave; but we will not de-

plore thee

Thou art gone up on high.

Thou art gone up on high

Thou art leaving the home of thy childhood

Thou art, O God, my East. In thee I dawned

Thou art, O God, the life and light

Thou art of all created things

Thou Holy Spirit, we pray to thee

Thou inevitable day

Thou must be true thyself

Thou art the husbandman, and I
Thou art weary, Father: rest
Thou brightness of the Father's ray.
Thou God of glorious majesty

Thou Grace Divine, encircling all

Thou hallowed, chosen morn of praise.

Thou hast made me, and shall thy work decay?

Thou hast sworn by thy God, my Jeanie

Thou New Jerusalem, arise and shine!

Thou, of earth desired, adored

Thou shalt be crowned, O mother blest!
Thou soft-flowing Kedron, by thy silver stream

Thou standest between earth and heaven.
Thou tellest truths unspoken yet by man

Thou that once, on mother's knee
Thou that from the heaven art
Thou, who dost dwell alone

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Thou who didst for Peter's faith.
Thou, who didst stoop below

Thou who, for forty days and nights, o'ermastered
all the might

Thou, whom the world with heartless intercourse
Thou whom we seek in darkness still unseen
Thou whose almighty word.
Though nature's strength decay

Three women crept at break of day
Through all the changing scenes of life
Through Baca's vale my way is cast

Through divers passages the world's bright lamp
Through me you pass into the city of woe
Through paths of pleasant thought I ran
Through sorrowing night and danger's path
Through that celestial forest, whose thick shade
Through that pure virgin-shrine

Through the gray willows the bleak winds are rav
ing

Through the night of doubt and sorrow

Thus far the Lord has led us on, in darkness and
in day

Thus measuring things in heaven by things on