# | Text | Tune | | | | | | |
801 | Now, host with host assembling | | | | | | | |
802 | Rejoice to-day with one accord | | | | | | | |
803 | A mighty fortress is our God | | | | | | | |
804 | O thou whose presence went before | | | | | | | |
805 | When, driven by oppression's rod | | | | | | | |
806 | Lord, while for all mankind we pray | | | | | | | |
807 | In pleasant lands have fallen the lines | | | | | | | |
808 | "Is this a fast for me?" | | | | | | | |
809 | Mourn for the thousands slain | | | | | | | |
810 | Slavery and death the cup contains | | | | | | | |
811 | To thee, O God in heaven | | | | | | | |
812 | To him who children blessed | | | | | | | |
813 | By cool Siloam's shady rill | | | | | | | |
814 | See Israel's gentle Shepherd stand | | | | | | | |
815 | Father, who thy flock art feeding | | | | | | | |
816 | O thou who sendest sun and rain | | | | | | | |
817 | Mighty One, before whose face | | | | | | | |
818 | To thee, O God, we offer | | | | | | | |
819 | O Father of the living Christ | | | | | | | |
820 | O God, thy children gathered here | | | | | | | |
821 | O Father, take the new-built shrine | | | | | | | |
822 | Lord of hosts, to thee we raise | | | | | | | |
823 | O Father, whose immortal word | | | | | | | |
824 | O thou whose own vast temple stands | | | | | | | |
825 | We love the venerable house | | | | | | | |
826 | Come, let us anew our journey pursue | | | | | | | |
827 | Joy! joy! a year is born | | | | | | | |
828 | Bless, O Lord, this opening year | | | | | | | |
829 | House of our God, with hymns of gladness ring | | | | | | | |
830 | God of the changing year, whose arm of power | | | | | | | |
831 | Our Father, through the coming year | | | | | | | |
832 | The year is gone beyond recall | | | | | | | |
833 | O God, to thee our hearts would pay | | | | | | | |
834 | Great God, we sing that mighty hand | | | | | | | |
835 | Fountain of life, and God of love! | | | | | | | |
836 | The year is swiftly waning | | | | | | | |
837 | O Lord of seasons, unto thee | | | | | | | |
838 | 'Tis winter now: the gleaming snow | | | | | | | |
839 | Should auld acquaintance be forgot | | | | | | | |
840 | It singeth low in every heart | | | | | | | |
841 | How sweet, how heavenly is the sight | | | | | | | |
842 | There is a state unknown, unseen | | | | | | | |
843 | Who are these in bright array | | | | | | | |
844 | Flung to the heedless winds | | | | | | | |
845 | The kings of old have shrine and tomb | | | | | | | |
846 | God of the living, in whose eyes | | | | | | | |
847 | Strew all their graves with flowers | | | | | | | |
848 | He leadeth me! O blessed thought! | | | | | | | |
849 | My Lord, how full of sweet content | | | | | | | |
850 | Sweet hour of prayer, sweet hour of prayer | | | | | | | |
851 | Beyond, beyond that boundless sea | | | | | | | |
852 | My days are gliding swiftly by | | | | | | | |
853 | Ho! ye that rest beneath the rock | | | | | | | |
854 | There's a land that is fairer than day | | | | | | | |
855 | 'Forward! be our watchword | | | | | | | |
856 | Onward, Christian soldiers | | | | | | | |
857 | Summer suns are glowing | | | | | | | |
858 | Come, ye disconsolate, where’er ye languish | | | | | | | |
859 | Art thou weary, art thou languid, art thou sore distrest? | | | | | | | |
860 | We praise thee, Lord, with earliest morning ray | | | | | | | |
861 | Every day hath toil and trouble | | | | | | | |
862 | O Holy Father! Friend unseen! | | | | | | | |
863 | The God of Abrah'm praise | | | | | | | |
864 | Lift your glad voices in triumph on high | | | | | | | |
865 | Fading, still fading, the last beam is shining | | | | | | | |
866 | Thy will be done. In devious way | | | | | | | |
867 | Teach us to pray! | | | | | | | |
868 | Our Father, who art in heaven | | | | | | | |
869 | Our Father, who art in heaven | | | | | | | |
870 | Out on an ocean all boundless we ride | | | | | | | |
871 | I need thee every hour | | | | | | | |
872 | Hear, Father, hear our prayer! | | | | | | | |
873 | From the recesses of a lowly spirit | | | | | | | |
874 | With silence only as their benediction | | | | | | | |
875 | Still will we trust, though earth seem dark and dreary | | | | | | | |
876 | I do not ask, O Lord, that life may be | | | | | | | |
877 | I will lift up mie eyes unto the hills | | | | | | | |
878 | The Lord is my Shepherd; I shall not want | | | | | | | |
879 | Blessed are the poor in spirit | | | | | | | |
880 | Oh, sing unto the Lord a new song! | | | | | | | |
881 | God be merciful to us, and bless us | | | | | | | |
882 | Oh, come, let us sing unto the Lord | | | | | | | |
883 | Glory be to God on high | | | | | | | |
884 | Glory be to the Father, God most high | | | | | | | |
885 | Now unto the King eternal, immortal | | | | | | | |