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101 | One Lord there is, all lords above | | | | | | | |
102 | Make channels for the streams of love | | | | | | | |
103 | Wherever in the world I am | | | | | | | |
104 | Beneath the shadow of the cross | | | | | | | |
105 | Though I speak with angel tongues | | | | | | | |
106 | How sweet, how heavenly is the sight | | | | | | | |
107 | There is a something sweet and pure | | | | | | | |
108 | Speak gently-- it is better far | | | | | | | |
109 | However humble be your lot | | | | | | | |
110 | Spirit of love come fill my heart | | | | | | | |
111 | Peace, peace on earth! the heart of man forever | | | | | | | |
112 | O lovely voices of the sky | | | | | | | |
113 | Shall things withered, fashions olden | | | | | | | |
114 | Oh, see'st thou not, thou soul upon this earth | | | | | | | |
115 | Life of Ages, richly poured | | | | | | | |
116 | Life of ages, richly poured | | | | | | | |
117 | The one life thrilled the star-dust through | | | | | | | |
118 | O Earth, thy past is crowned and consecrated | | | | | | | |
119 | Honor those whose hands are sowing | | | | | | | |
120 | The circling years bring light at last | | | | | | | |
121 | Children of heroic fathers | | | | | | | |
122 | Heir of all the ages, I | | | | | | | |
123 | Many in one, our fathers said | | | | | | | |
124 | Out of the dark the circling sphere | | | | | | | |
125 | How shall come thy kingdom holy | | | | | | | |
126 | Ring out a slowly dying cause | | | | | | | |
127 | Years are coming, years are going | | | | | | | |
128 | All men are equal in their birth | | | | | | | |
129 | They who walk on firmer land | | | | | | | |
130 | Have you heard the golden city | | | | | | | |
131 | These things shall be! a loftier race | | | | | | | |
132 | Come, kingdom of our God | | | | | | | |
133 | City of God, how broad and far | | | | | | | |
134 | Let all that now divides us | | | | | | | |
135 | Whatever is a cruel wrong | | | | | | | |
136 | One holy Church of God appears | | | | | | | |
137 | The light pours down from heaven | | | | | | | |
138 | There are still higher vistas | | | | | | | |
139 | Light of ages and of nations! | | | | | | | |
140 | Many in one, our fathers said | | | | | | | |
141 | Be thankful for the star that rose | | | | | | | |
142 | The fossils in the rocks I count my prize | | | | | | | |
143 | O Church of our ideal | | | | | | | |
144 | Only through Judean voices | | | | | | | |
145 | Not to be bound by any sect or creed | | | | | | | |
146 | Art Thou the Llife? | | | | | | | |
147 | Upon religion's sacred page | | | | | | | |
148 | What shall the New Year bring | | | | | | | |
149 | New Year! new Life, new Love | | | | | | | |
150 | How glad the time when summer's sun | | | | | | | |
151 | Once more the liberal year laughs out | | | | | | | |
152 | Lo, the earth again is risen | | | | | | | |
153 | Sing we now our hymns of gladness | | | | | | | |
154 | Immortal by their deed and word | | | | | | | |
155 | Out of every clime and nation | | | | | | | |
156 | Praise to the heroes who struck for the right | | | | | | | |
157 | To thee, O Fatherland | | | | | | | |
158 | My country, 'tis of thee | | | | | | | |
159 | We remember thee, O brave ones | | | | | | | |
160 | O thou almighty Will! | | | | | | | |
161 | He hides within the lily | | | | | | | |
162 | Father and Friend, thy light, thy love | | | | | | | |
163 | Now, as the parting hour is nigh | | | | | | | |
164 | Now as we rise to close in song | | | | | | | |