# | Text | Tune | | | | | | |
501 | Lord of the Sea! - thy potent sway | | | | | | | |
502 | O'er the realms of pagan darkness | | | | | | | |
503 | From Greenland's icy mountains | | | | | | | |
504 | Daughter of Zion, from the dust | | | | | | | |
505 | Father of lights, thy needful aid | | | | | | | |
506 | Oh God that madest the earth and sky | | | | | | | |
507 | Should famine o'er the mourning field | | | | | | | |
508 | When sickness shakes the languid frame | | | | | | | |
509 | When I with curious eyes survey | | | | | | | |
510 | Oh! what is man, great Maker of mankind | | | | | | | |
511 | When in the vale of lengthened years | | | | | | | |
512 | How blest is he whose tranquil mind | | | | | | | |
513 | As the sun's enlivening eye | | | | | | | |
514 | Thy presence, everlasting God | | | | | | | |
515 | As the sweet flower that scents the morn | | | | | | | |
516 | How bright these glorious spirits shine | | | | | | | |
517 | According to thy gracious word | | | | | | | |
518 | Jesus is gone above the skies | | | | | | | |
519 | O God, accept the sacred hour | | | | | | | |
520 | O here, if ever, God of love | | | | | | | |
521 | 'Twas on that dark, that doleful night | | | | | | | |
522 | Ye followers of the Prince of Peace | | | | | | | |
523 | From the table now retiring | | | | | | | |
524 | This child we dedicate to thee | | | | | | | |
525 | See Israel's gentle Shepherd stand | | | | | | | |
526 | Attend, ye children of your God | | | | | | | |
527 | Here to the High and Holy One | | | | | | | |
528 | This stone to thee in faith we lay | | | | | | | |
529 | And will the great eternal God | | | | | | | |
530 | Lord of hosts, to thee we raise | | | | | | | |
531 | O bow thine ear, Eternal One | | | | | | | |
532 | The perfect world by Adam trod | | | | | | | |
533 | Our God, where'er thy people meet | | | | | | | |
534 | O God, whose presence glows in all | | | | | | | |
535 | O thou, who art above all height | | | | | | | |
536 | Let Zion's watchmen all awake | | | | | | | |
537 | O how can they look up to heaven | | | | | | | |
538 | Come, let us anew our journey pursue | | | | | | | |
539 | God of the changing year, whose arm of power | | | | | | | |
540 | Eternal Source of every joy | | | | | | | |
541 | Remark, my soul, the narrow bounds | | | | | | | |
542 | My helper, God! I bless his name | | | | | | | |
543 | My few revolving years | | | | | | | |
544 | See! another year is gone | | | | | | | |
545 | While, with ceaseless course, the sun | | | | | | | |
546 | Great God! we sing that mighty hand | | | | | | | |
547 | And now, my soul, another year | | | | | | | |
548 | See the leaves around us falling | | | | | | | |
549 | Fountain of mercy, God of love | | | | | | | |
550 | I will extol thee, Lord, on high | | | | | | | |
551 | How rich thy gifts, almighty King | | | | | | | |
552 | Great Ruler of the earth and skies | | | | | | | |
553 | O Lord, our fathers oft have told | | | | | | | |
554 | While sounds of war are heard around | | | | | | | |
555 | In pleasant lands have fallen the lines | | | | | | | |
556 | Great Framer of unnumbered worlds | | | | | | | |
557 | Safely through another week | | | | | | | |
558 | Go to the grave in all thy glorious prime | | | | | | | |
559 | Servant of God, well done | | | | | | | |
560 | Clay to clay, and dust to dust | | | | | | | |
D.I | To thee, whose temple is all space | | | | | | | |
D.II | Be thou, O God, exalted high | | | | | | | |
D.III | To God the only wise | | | | | | | |
D.IV | Now to the King of Heaven | | | | | | | |
D.V | All who vital breath enjoy | | | | | | | |
D.VI | Burst into praise, my soul! all nature join! | | | | | | | |
D.VII | Come, let us adore Him, come, bow at his feet | | | | | | | |
A.I | The Lord is in his holy temple | | | | | | | |
A.II | Salvation belongeth unto the Lord | | | | | | | |
A.III | Lord all power and might | | | | | | | |
A.IV | Teach me, O Lord, the way of thy statutes | | | | | | | |
A.V | Grant, we beseech thee, merciful Lord | | | | | | | |
A.VI | Father of mercies! when the day is dawning | | | | | | | |
A.VII | Behold the beauteous western light | | | | | | | |
A.VIII | O azure vaults! O crystal sky! | | | | | | | |
A.IX | Save me from my foes | | | | | | | |
A.X | Angels ever bright and fair | | | | | | | |
A.XI | Father of all! in every age | | | | | | | |
A.XII | Go forth to the mount, bring the olive branch home | | | | | | | |
A.XIII | Hear, O my people! to my law | | | | | | | |
A.XIV | 'T is enough--the hour is come | | | | | | | |
A.XV | Watchman! tell us of the night | | | | | | | |
A.XVI | No war or battle's sound | | | | | | | |
A.XVII | Fallen is thy throne, O Israel | | | | | | | |
A.XVIII | Vital spark of heavenly flame | | | | | | | |
A.XIX | Unveil thy bosom, faithful tomb! | | | | | | | |
A.XX | Brother, thou art gone before us | | | | | | | |
A.XXI | Hark! a voice divides the sky | | | | | | | |
A.XXII | Stand the omnipotent decree! | | | | | | | |
A.XXIII | That day of wrath, that dreadful day | | | | | | | |
A.XXIV | Were all our hopes and all our fears | | | | | | | |
A.XXV | Oh! source of uncreated light! | | | | | | | |
A.XXVI | 'Sit thou on my right hand, my Son!' saith the Lord | | | | | | | |
A.XXVII | Not unto us, O Lord, not unto us | | | | | | | |