# | Text | Tune | | | | | | |
a859 | Behold, how good a thing | | | | | | | |
a860 | Who can tell how good and pleasant | | | | | | | |
a861 | Again, from calm and sweet repose | | | | | | | |
a862 | To thee let my first off'rings rise | | | | | | | |
a863 | Forth in thy name, O Lord, I go | | | | | | | |
a864 | We lift our hearts to thee | | | | | | | |
a865 | Lord of my life! O, may thy praise | | | | | | | |
a866 | Behold the morning sun | | | | | | | |
a867 | O, how shall I repay | | | | | | | |
a868 | Awake, my soul, and with the sun | | | | | | | |
a869 | The night is past and gone | | | | | | | |
a870 | Thou that dost my life prolong | | | | | | | |
a871 | Great God, to thee my evening song | | | | | | | |
a872 | Now from the altar of our hearts | | | | | | | |
a873 | Another day has fled | | | | | | | |
a874 | Inspirer and hearer of prayer | | | | | | | |
a875 | Now from labor and from care | | | | | | | |
a876 | Blessèd be thy name forever | | | | | | | |
a877 | The mellow eve is gliding | | | | | | | |
a878 | Thus far the Lord has led me on | | | | | | | |
a879 | See, daylight is fading o'er earth and o'er ocean | | | | | | | |
a880 | Still evening comes, with gentle shade | | | | | | | |
a881 | Glory to thee, our God, this night | | | | | | | |
a882 | Lord, thou wilt hear me when I pray | | | | | | | |
a883 | Saviour, breathe an evening blessing | | | | | | | |
a884 | O Lord, another day is flown | | | | | | | |
a885 | Come, let us strike our harps afresh | | | | | | | |
a886 | Blest are the sons of peace | | | | | | | |
a887 | The daily favors of my God | | | | | | | |
a888 | My God, how endless is thy love! | | | | | | | |
a889 | While thee I seek, protecting Power | | | | | | | |
a890 | I and my house will serve the Lord | | | | | | | |
a891 | When morning's first and hallowed ray | | | | | | | |
a892 | Gracious God, our children see | | | | | | | |
a893 | When through the torn sail the wild tempest is streaming | | | | | | | |
a894 | Our little bark, on boist'rous seas | | | | | | | |
a895 | Tossed upon life's raging billow | | | | | | | |
a896 | The billows swell, the winds are high | | | | | | | |
a897 | Prayer may be sweet in cottage homes | | | | | | | |
a898 | Jesus, at thy command | | | | | | | |
a899 | God of the seas, thine awful voice | | | | | | | |
a900 | Glory to thee, whose powerful word | | | | | | | |
a901 | How often, as we beat along | | | | | | | |
a902 | Star of peace, to wand'rers weary | | | | | | | |
a903 | O thou, who hast spread out the skies | | | | | | | |
a904 | Lord, whom winds and seas obey | | | | | | | |
a905 | How are thy servants blest, O Lord! | | | | | | | |
a906 | In every trouble sharp and strong | | | | | | | |
a907 | Lord of earth, and air, and sea | | | | | | | |
a908 | Great God, we sing that mighty hand | | | | | | | |
a909 | Remark, my soul, the narrow bounds | | | | | | | |
a910 | Come, let us anew our journey pursue | | | | | | | |
a911 | Bless, O Lord, each opening year | | | | | | | |
a912 | With songs and honors sounding loud | | | | | | | |
a913 | When verdure clothes the fertile vale | | | | | | | |
a914 | Stern winter throws his icy chains | | | | | | | |
a915 | See how brown autumn spreads the field! | | | | | | | |
a916 | See the leaves around us falling | | | | | | | |
a917 | How pleasing is thy voice | | | | | | | |
a918 | 'Tis by thy strength the mountains stand | | | | | | | |
a919 | Our Helper, God, we bless his name | | | | | | | |
a920 | And now, my soul, another year | | | | | | | |
a921 | The God of harvest praise | | | | | | | |
a922 | For all thy gifts we praise thee, Lord | | | | | | | |
a923 | Eternal Source of every joy | | | | | | | |
a924 | God of the rolling year, to thee | | | | | | | |
a925 | God of the changing year, whose arm of power | | | | | | | |
a926 | Father of lights, we sing thy name | | | | | | | |
a927 | When thy harvest yields thee pleasure | | | | | | | |
a928 | Every sheaf of golden grain | | | | | | | |
a929 | Fountain of mercy, God of love | | | | | | | |
a930 | Praise to God, immortal praise | | | | | | | |
a931 | Swell the anthem, raise the song | | | | | | | |
a932 | O holy Father, just and true | | | | | | | |
a933 | Thy bounties, gracious Lord | | | | | | | |
a934 | Lord, look on all assembled here | | | | | | | |
a935 | When Abrah'm, full of sacred awe | | | | | | | |
a936 | Almighty Lord, before thy throne | | | | | | | |
a937 | Dread Jehovah! God of nations! | | | | | | | |
a938 | The fast which is the Lord's delight | | | | | | | |
a939 | Lord, when thine ancient people cried | | | | | | | |
a940 | Hear us, Father, while we cry | | | | | | | |
a941 | Break every yoke, the gospel cries | | | | | | | |
a942 | Attend, and mark the solemn fast | | | | | | | |
a943 | From foes that would the land devour | | | | | | | |
a944 | O, righteous God, thou Judge supreme | | | | | | | |
a945 | O come not with thy tears alone | | | | | | | |
a946 | How swift, alas, the moments fly! | | | | | | | |
a947 | The time is short: sinners, beware | | | | | | | |
a948 | Time hastens on; ye longing saints | | | | | | | |
a949 | God of eternity, from thee | | | | | | | |
a950 | To-morrow, Lord, is thine | | | | | | | |
a951 | The swift-declining day | | | | | | | |
a952 | How short and hasty is our life! | | | | | | | |
a953 | Lord, what a feeble piece | | | | | | | |
a954 | Our days, alas, our mortal days | | | | | | | |
a955 | Teach me the measure of my days | | | | | | | |
a956 | Few, few and evil are thy days | | | | | | | |
a957 | It is the Lord our Saviour's hand | | | | | | | |
a958 | Life is a span, a fleeting hour | | | | | | | |