| Short Name: | William Channing Gannett |
| Full Name: | Gannett, William Channing |
| Texts by William Channing Gannett (33) | As | Instances |
|---|---|---|
| A little house of life | William Channing Gannett (Author) | 2 |
| A silvery tide, called Sunny Side | William Channing Gannett (Author) | 3 |
| Bring, O morn, thy music | William Channing Gannett (Author) | 32 |
| Clear in memory's silent reaches | William Channing Gannett (Author) | 4 |
| Fairer grows the earth each moment | William Channing Gannett (Author) | 2 |
| From heart to heart, from creed to creed | William Channing Gannett (Author) | 8 |
| God hides himself within the love | William C. Gannett (Author) | 1 |
| God laid his rocks in courses | William Channing Gannett (Author) | 4 |
| God ploughed one day with an earthquake | William Channing Gannett (Author) | 2 |
| He hides within the lily | William Channing Gannett (Author) | 29 |
| He laid his rocks in courses | William Channing Gannett (Author) | 3 |
| I hear it often in the dark | William Channing Gannett (Author) | 8 |
| I read of many mansions | William C. Gannett (Author) | 10 |
| It sounds along the ages | William Channing Gannett (Author) | 6 |
| Now sing we a song for the harvest | W. C. Gannett (Author) | 2 |
| O God within, so close to me | William Channing Gannett (Author) | 3 |
| O heart of all the shining day | William Channing Gannett (Author) | 3 |
| O peace, thy touch is like moon | William Channing Gannett (Author) | 2 |
| Once more the call to who will hear | William Channing Gannett (Author) | 2 |
| One moment on the scaffold | William Channing Gannett (Author) | 3 |
| Only ten miles from the city | William Channing Gannett (Author) | 2 |
| Praise to God and thanks we bring | William Channing Gannett (Author) | 40 |
| Praise to God and thanksgiving | Rev. W. C. Gannett (Author) | 11 |
| Sleep, my little Jesus | William Channing Gannett (Author) | 23 |
| Softly, softly, little children | William Channing Gannett (Author) | 2 |
| Somewhere in the world | William Channing Gannett (Author) | 2 |
| The God of Abraham praise; All praised be his name | William Channing Gannett (Versification) | 3 |
| The Lord is in His Holy place, In all things near and far | William Channing Gannett (Author) | 18 |
| The morning hangs its signal | William Channing Gannett (Author) | 11 |
| To cloisters of the spirit | William Channing Gannett (Author) | 2 |
| What will the violets be | William Channing Gannett (Author) | 2 |
| When the night is still and far | William Channing Gannett (Author) | 3 |
| Where did yesterday's sunset go | William Channing Gannett (Author) | 2 |