# | 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 | Bread of heaven, on thee we feed | | | | | | | |
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 | | | | | | | |
561 | How pleased and blest was I | | | | | | | |
562 | The Lord of glory is my Light, And my | | | | | | | |
563 | Thy favors, Lord, surprise our souls | | | | | | | |
564 | Up to the Lord, that reigns on high | | | | | | | |
565 | Long as I live I'll bless thy name | | | | | | | |
566 | Sing to the Lord Jehovah's name | | | | | | | |
567 | Blest day of God, most calm, most bright | | | | | | | |
568 | How should the sons of Adam's race | | | | | | | |
569 | As, panting in the sultry beam | | | | | | | |
570 | O Source of uncreated light | | | | | | | |
571 | Father of all! in every age | | | | | | | |
572 | When quiet in my house I sit | | | | | | | |
573 | Calm on the listening ear of night | | | | | | | |
574 | Watchman, tell us of the night | | | | | | | |
575 | When power divine in mortal form hushed | | | | | | | |
576 | Hosanna to the Prince of light | | | | | | | |
577 | 'Tis gone, that bright and orbed blaze | | | | | | | |
578 | Salvation is forever nigh | | | | | | | |
579 | O thou, whose wise, paternal love | | | | | | | |
580 | God of my life, look gently down | | | | | | | |
581 | Save me from my foes | | | | | | | |
582 | It is the Lord our Father's hand | | | | | | | |
583 | Hear me, O God, nor hide thy face | | | | | | | |
584 | My God, my everlasting hope | | | | | | | |
585 | Vital spark of heavenly flame | | | | | | | |
586 | Father of mercies, when the day is dawning | | | | | | | |
587 | When restless on my bed I lie | | | | | | | |
588 | My God, I now from sleep awake | | | | | | | |
589 | O God, I thank thee that the night | | | | | | | |
590 | Another day its course hath run | | | | | | | |
591 | Lord, teach a little child to pray | | | | | | | |
592 | Called by the Sabbath bells away | | | | | | | |
593 | Again we've seen the Sabbath day | | | | | | | |
594 | Prayer is the soul's sincere desire | | | | | | | |
595 | Peace be to this habitation | | | | | | | |
596 | Let children hear the mighty deeds | | | | | | | |
597 | How blest the sacred tie that binds | | | | | | | |
598 | Almighty Ruler of the skies | | | | | | | |
599 | To prayer, to prayer, for the morning breaks | | | | | | | |
600 | Beyond, beyond that boundless sea | | | | | | | |