The Christian Year - Rev John Keble - 1887

INDEX

Number	First Line	Writer(s)	Date	Meter	Verses
2	When in my silent solitary walk I sought a strain	John Keble	1887	10 10 10 10	7
3	Hues of the rich unfolding morn That ere the	John Keble		8 8 8 8 (L.M.)	16
5	Tis gone that bright and orbed blaze	John Keble	1820	8 8 8 8 (L.M.)	14
6	Awake again the Gospel-trump is blown From year to	John Keble		10 10 8 8 8 10 12	13
8	Not till the freezing blast is still Till freely	John Keble		8 8 8 8 D (D.L.M.)	7
10	What went ye out to see Over the rude sandy lea	John Keble		6 6 10 6 6 10	11
11	Of the bright things in earth and air How little	John Keble		8 8 8 8 (L.M.)	14
13	What sudden blaze of song Spreads over	John Keble	1827	6 6 8 6 10 12	11
15	As rays around the source of light Stream upward	John Keble		8 8 8 6 D	6
16	Lord and what shall this man do Ask’st thou	John Keble		7 7 7 7 7 7	6
17	Say ye celestial guards who wait In Bethlehem	John Keble		10 10 8 10 8 10 8 12	7
18	Tis true of old the unchanging sun His daily	John Keble		8 8 8 8 8 12	11
20	The year begins with Thee And Thou beginnest with	John Keble		6 6 8 6 (S.M.)	17
21	And wilt thou hear the fevered heart To Thee in	John Keble		8 6 8 6 8 8 8 6	8
23	Star of the East how sweet art Thou Seen in life	John Keble		8 8 8 8 (L.M.)	14
25	Lessons sweet of spring returning Welcome to the	John Keble		8 7 8 7 7 7 7 7	7
26	The heart of childhood is all mirth We frolic to	John Keble		8 6 8 6 (C.M.)	17
28	I marked a rainbow in the north What time the wild	John Keble		8 8 8 8 8 12	12
30	They know the Almighty’s power Who wakened by the	John Keble		6 10 6 10 6 10 10 12	7
31	Wake arm Divine awake Eye of the only Wise	John Keble		6 6 6 6 8 8	13
33	There are who darkling and alone Would wish the	John Keble		8 8 8 8 8 8 8 12	11

39	Yes deep within and deeper yet The rankling shaft	John Keble		8 6 8 6 D (D.C.M.)	7
41	Angel of wrath why linger in mid-air While the	John Keble		10 8 10 8 10 8 10 12	7
42	And is there in God’s world so drear a place Where	John Keble		10 10 10 10	14
44	See Lucifer like lightning fall Dashed from his	John Keble		8 6 8 6 10 12	9
45	The historic Muse from age to age Through many a	John Keble		8 8 6 8 8 6	13
45	When Nature tries her finest touch Weaving he	John Keble		8 6 8 8 6	13
49	Ye whose hearts are beating high With the pulse of	John Keble		irregular	6
50	Father to me thou art and mother dear And brother	John Keble		10 10 10 10 10 12	10
52	Fill high the bowl and spice it well and pour The	John Keble		10 10 6 6	13
53	O Lord my God do thou Thy holy will I will lie	John Keble		10 4 10 4 10 4	11
55	O Holy mountain of my God How do thy towers in	John Keble		8 8 8 8 8 8 10 12	7
56	Is it not strange the darkest hour That ever	John Keble		irregular	10
58	At length the worst is o’er and Thou art laid Deep	John Keble		10 6 10 6 10 6 10 12	8

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The Christian Year - Rev John Keble - 1887