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567 | Stand still, refulgent orb of day | | | | | | | |
568 | Eternity is just at hand | | | | | | | |
569 | Nor eye hath seen nor ear hath heard | | | | | | | |
570 | Heaven is a place of rest from sin | | | | | | | |
571 | Far from the [these] narrow [gloomy] scenes of night [life] | | | | | | | |
572 | Lord, we believe a rest remains | | | | | | | |
573 | There is an hour of peaceful rest | | | | | | | |
574 | When we can read [see] our title clear | | | | | | | |
575 | Jerusalem, our happy home, O how we | | | | | | | |
576 | There is a land of pure delight, Where saints immortal reign | | | | | | | |
577 | On Jordan's stormy [rugged] banks I stand, And cast a wishful eye | | | | | | | |
578 | These glorious minds [ones], how bright they shine | | | | | | | |
579 | Awake, our souls, and with the sun | | | | | | | |
580 | God of the morning, at whose [thy] voice | | | | | | | |
581 | In sleep's serene oblivion laid | | | | | | | |
582 | Lord of our lives, O may thy praise | | | | | | | |
583 | Now the shades of night are gone | | | | | | | |
584 | On thee, each morning, O our God | | | | | | | |
585 | God of our lives, our morning song [songs] | | | | | | | |
586 | Glory to thee, my [our] God [O Lord], this night [day] | | | | | | | |
587 | Indulgent God, whose bounteous care O'er all thy works is shown | | | | | | | |
588 | The man of humble, upright heart | | | | | | | |
589 | The day is past and gone, the evening shades appear | | | | | | | |
590 | The sun is set the day is closed | | | | | | | |
591 | Great God, to thee my evening song | | | | | | | |
592 | Our God, how endless is thy love | | | | | | | |
593 | How various and how new | | | | | | | |
594 | Clay to clay, and dust to dust | | | | | | | |
595 | Unvail [Unveil] thy bosom, faithful tomb | | | | | | | |
596 | Thou, God of mercy, wilt indulge | | | | | | | |
597 | As fades the landscape from the sight | | | | | | | |
598 | The morning flowers display their sweets | | | | | | | |
599 | Why do we [ye] [you] mourn departing [departed] [for dying] friends | | | | | | | |
600 | Beneath our feet and o'er our head | | | | | | | |
601 | How still and peaceful is [Lord] the grave | | | | | | | |
602 | Tomorrow, Lord, is thine | | | | | | | |
603 | To leave my dear friends, and with neighbours to part | | | | | | | |
604 | Now let our mournful song [songs] record | | | | | | | |
605 | O thou who art above all height | | | | | | | |
606 | O God, whose presence glows in all Within, around us, and above | | | | | | | |
607 | This stone to Thee in faith we lay | | | | | | | |
608 | Lord of hosts, to thee we raise | | | | | | | |
609 | O bow thine ear, Eternal One | | | | | | | |
610 | The perfect world by Adam trod | | | | | | | |
611 | Our God, where'er thy people meet | | | | | | | |
612 | Great Framer of unnumbered worlds | | | | | | | |
613 | When Abraham, full of sacred awe | | | | | | | |
614 | How rich thy gifts, almighty King | | | | | | | |
615 | Praise to the Lord, who bows his ear | | | | | | | |
616 | While sounds of war are heard around | | | | | | | |
617 | Let Zion's watchman all awake | | | | | | | |
618 | O how can they look up to heaven | | | | | | | |
619 | Our Helper, God, we bless his [thy] name | | | | | | | |
620 | Come, let us anew our journey pursue, Roll round | | | | | | | |
621 | Bless, O Lord, the opening year | | | | | | | |
622 | Our revolving years, how swift | | | | | | | |
623 | See, another year is gone | | | | | | | |
624 | Great God, we sing that mighty hand | | | | | | | |
625 | And now, our souls, another year | | | | | | | |
626 | See the leaves around us [you] falling | | | | | | | |
627 | Fountain of mercy, God of love | | | | | | | |
628 | Since Jesus freely [purely] did appear | | | | | | | |
629 | By cool Siloam's shady rill | | | | | | | |
630 | How soft the word [words] my [our] Savior speaks | | | | | | | |
631 | Happy the child, whose youngest [early] [tender] years | | | | | | | |
632 | Ye hearts with youthful vigor warm | | | | | | | |
633 | In the soft season of thy youth | | | | | | | |
634 | Bestow, O [dear] Lord, upon our youth | | | | | | | |
635 | Blest work, the youthful mind to win | | | | | | | |
636 | In Isr'l's fane by silent night | | | | | | | |
637 | Eternal God, enthroned on high | | | | | | | |
638 | Within these walls be peace | | | | | | | |
639 | Blest is the man whose heart expands | | | | | | | |
640 | Fountain of being, Source of good | | | | | | | |
641 | Great God, at whose all-powerful call | | | | | | | |
642 | How are thy servants blest, O Lord [God] | | | | | | | |
643 | Glory to thee, whose powerful word | | | | | | | |
644 | Lord of the sea, thy potent sway | | | | | | | |
645 | What hath God wrought, might Isreal say | | | | | | | |
646 | Father of lights, thy needful aid | | | | | | | |
647 | [O] God, who [that] madest [made the] earth and heaven [sky] | | | | | | | |
648 | Should famine o'er the mourning field | | | | | | | |
649 | When sickness shakes the [languid] frame | | | | | | | |
650 | How blest is he whose tranquil mind | | | | | | | |
651 | As the sun's enlivening eye | | | | | | | |
652 | Ye golden lamps of heaven, farewell [adieu] | | | | | | | |
653 | How bright the glorious spirits shine | | | | | | | |
654 | To God the only wise | | | | | | | |
655 | To heaven's eternal King | | | | | | | |
656 | Thy name, Almighty Lord! | | | | | | | |
657 | To him who reigns in worlds of light | | | | | | | |
658 | To God, let every tongue be praise | | | | | | | |
659 | Praise ye the Lord, who reigns above | | | | | | | |
660 | Praise God, from whom all blessings flow | | | | | | | |
661 | One general song of praise arise | | | | | | | |
662 | Let all with humble hearts adore | | | | | | | |
663 | Grateful notes and numbers bring | | | | | | | |
664 | Come, let us adore Him, come, bow at his feet | | | | | | | |
665 | Glory to God on high! | | | | | | | |
S1 | Soft are the fruitful showers | | | | | | | |