O who like thee, so calm, so bright, [238].
O why and whither? [191].
O words of golden music, [215].
O work thy works in God, [232].
O, yet we trust that somehow good, [172].
Oh, be in God's clear world, [148].
Of all the myriad moods, [119].
Oft when of God we ask, [158].
Oft, when the Word is on me, [65].
Often ornateness goes with greatness, [39].