# | Text | Tune | | | | | | |
605 | All things bright and beautiful | | | | | | | |
606 | Brightly gleams our banner | | | | | | | |
607 | Come, Holy Spirit, come; O hear my lowly prayer | | | | | | | |
608 | Come, praise your Lord and Savior | | | | | | | |
609 | Fair waved the golden corn | | | | | | | |
610 | Gentle Jesus, meek and mild | | | | | | | |
611 | God of mercy, throned on high | | | | | | | |
612 | Great God, and wilt thou condescend | | | | | | | |
613 | Heavenly Father, send thy blessing | | | | | | | |
615 | Little drops of water | | | | | | | |
616 | Once in royal David’s city | | | | | | | |
617 | Saw you never, in the twilight | | | | | | | |
618 | Suppliant, lo, thy children bend | | | | | | | |
619 | There is a green hill far away | | | | | | | |
620 | There’s a Friend for little children | | | | | | | |
621 | We are but little children weak | | | | | | | |
622 | We are little Christian children | | | | | | | |
623 | We praise thee, O our God, to thee | | | | | | | |
624 | We were washed in holy water | | | | | | | |
625 | Youthful days are passing o’er us | | | | | | | |
626 | God save our gracious Queen | | | | | | | |
627 | A day of work is done | | | | | | | |
628 | Ah, my dear Lord! what couldst thou spy | | | | | | | |
629 | Death shuts the gates of paradise | | | | | | | |
630 | Drop, drop, slow tears | | | | | | | |
631 | Father, thy will, not mine, be done | | | | | | | |
632 | For mercy, Lord, I cry | | | | | | | |
633 | God moves in a mysterious way | | | | | | | |
634 | Go, when the morning shineth | | | | | | | |
635 | Hear me, O God | | | | | | | |
636 | He sendeth sun, he sendeth shower | | | | | | | |
637 | Holy Bible, book divine | | | | | | | |
638 | In the hour of my distress | | | | | | | |
639 | In the mid silence of the voiceless night | | | | | | | |
640 | I wish to have no wishes left | | | | | | | |
641 | Leaning on thee, my Guide, my Friend | | | | | | | |
642 | Long did I toil, and knew no earthly rest | | | | | | | |
643 | Lord, it belongs not to my care | | | | | | | |
644 | Make me holy, O my Savior | | | | | | | |
645 | My God and King, to thee | | | | | | | |
646 | My God, I thank thee, who hast made | | | | | | | |
647 | O for a closer walk with God | | | | | | | |
648 | O Lord, my God, do thou thy holy will | | | | | | | |
649 | O Paradise, O Paradise | | | | | | | |
650 | O thou that sitt’st in heaven and seest | | | | | | | |
651 | O for the faith that knows no doubt | | | | | | | |
652 | One by one the sands are flowing | | | | | | | |
653 | Prayer is the soul’s sincere desire | | | | | | | |
654 | Some murmur when their sky is clear | | | | | | | |
655 | So tired, I fain would rest | | | | | | | |
656 | Source of my life’s refreshing springs | | | | | | | |
657 | Submit yourself to God and you shall find | | | | | | | |
658 | The leaves around me falling | | | | | | | |
659 | The seas are quiet when the winds give o’er | | | | | | | |
660 | The shades of night have banished day | | | | | | | |
661 | Thou hidden love of God, whose height | | | | | | | |
662 | We know not, O, we know not | | | | | | | |
663 | When the spark of life is waning | | | | | | | |
664 | Who has this book and reads it not | | | | | | | |
665 | Why should we faint and fear to live alone | | | | | | | |
666 | Wish not, dear friends, my pain away | | | | | | | |
667 | With years oppressed, with sorrows worn | | | | | | | |
668 | Not now, my child | | | | | | | |
669 | Teach me to live | | | | | | | |
001i | Awake, my soul, and with the sun | | | | | | | |
001ii | Glory to thee, who safe hast kept | | | | | | | |
196ii | Holy Ghost, Illuminator | | | | | | | |
425i | The world is very evil | | | | | | | |
425ii | Brief life is here our portion | | | | | | | |
425iii | For thee, O dear, dear country | | | | | | | |
425iv | Jerusalem the golden | | | | | | | |
502ii | O Body broken for my sake | | | | | | | |
524a | My God, accept my heart this day | | | | | | | |
525ii | Our hearts and voices let us raise | | | | | | | |
587ii | Christ is made the sure foundation | | | | | | | |