# | Text | Tune | | | | | | |
393 | Saints of God! the dawn is bright'ning | | | | | | | |
394 | Send Thou, O Lord, to every place | | | | | | | |
395 | Our country's voice is pleading | | | | | | | |
396 | Goodly were thy tents, O Israel | | | | | | | |
397 | Look from Thy sphere of endless day | | | | | | | |
398 | Lord! while for all mankind we pray | | | | | | | |
399 | Hail to the brightness of Zion's glad morning | | | | | | | |
400 | Now be the Gospel banner | | | | | | | |
401 | From Greenland's icy mountains | | | | | | | |
402 | Rise, crown'd with light, imperial Salem, rise | | | | | | | |
403 | Watchman, tell us of the night | | | | | | | |
404 | The morning light is breaking | | | | | | | |
405 | Fling out the banner! let it float | | | | | | | |
406 | Hail to the Lord's anointed | | | | | | | |
407 | Saviour, sprinkle many nations | | | | | | | |
408 | On the mountain's top appearing | | | | | | | |
409 | How beauteous are their feet | | | | | | | |
410 | The Lord will come and not be slow | | | | | | | |
411 | Ye Christian heralds, go proclaim | | | | | | | |
412 | Jesus shall reign where'er the sun | | | | | | | |
413 | Lift up your heads, ye gates of brass | | | | | | | |
414 | Christ for the world we sing | | | | | | | |
415a | Hark! hark, my soul! Angelic songs are swelling | | | | | | | |
415b | Hark! hark, my soul! Angelic songs are swelling | | | | | | | |
416 | Oh, what the joy and the glory must be | | | | | | | |
417 | Ten thousand times ten thousand | | | | | | | |
418 | The Homeland! O the Homeland! | | | | | | | |
419 | O Paradise, O Paradise | | | | | | | |
420.IV | Jerusalem the golden | | | | | | | |
420.I | The world is very evil | | | | | | | |
420.II | Brief life is here our portion | | | | | | | |
420.III | For thee, O dear, dear country | | | | | | | |
420.V | Jerusalem the glorious! | | | | | | | |
421 | O Mother dear, Jerusalem! | | | | | | | |
422 | We would see Jesus; for the shadows lengthen | | | | | | | |
423 | I would not live alway; I ask not to stay | | | | | | | |
424 | The sands of time are sinking | | | | | | | |
425 | For all the saints who from their labors rest | | | | | | | |
426 | There is a land of pure delight | | | | | | | |
427 | Let saints on earth in concert sing | | | | | | | |
428 | One sweetly solemn thought | | | | | | | |
429 | "Forever with the Lord!" | | | | | | | |
430 | Go down, great sun, into thy golden west | | | | | | | |
431 | There is an hour of peaceful rest | | | | | | | |
432 | Jerusalem, my happy home | | | | | | | |
433 | The roseate hues of early dawn | | | | | | | |
434 | We are but strangers here | | | | | | | |
435 | My days are gliding swiftly by | | | | | | | |
436 | Sleep thy last sleep | | | | | | | |
437 | Asleep in Jesus! blessed sleep | | | | | | | |
438 | The grave itself a garden is | | | | | | | |
439 | Let no tears today be shed | | | | | | | |
440 | Gentle Shepherd, Thou hast stilled | | | | | | | |
441 | It is not death to die | | | | | | | |
442 | A few more years shall roll | | | | | | | |
443 | Days and moments swiftly flying | | | | | | | |
444 | While with ceaseless course the sun | | | | | | | |
445 | Standing at the portal Of the opening year | | | | | | | |
446 | Break new-born year, on glad eyes break! | | | | | | | |
447 | Now a new year opens | | | | | | | |
448 | From glory unto glory! | | | | | | | |
449 | Hushed was the evening hymn | | | | | | | |
450 | Come, let us all unite and sing | | | | | | | |
451 | Around the throne of God in heaven | | | | | | | |
452 | Saviour, like a shepherd lead us | | | | | | | |
453 | I think, when I read that sweet story of old | | | | | | | |
454 | Summer suns are glowing | | | | | | | |
455 | Holy night! peaceful night! | | | | | | | |
456 | Brightly gleams our banner | | | | | | | |
457 | Dear Jesus, ever at my side | | | | | | | |
458 | Gentle Jesus, meek and mild | | | | | | | |
459 | Angel voices, ever singing | | | | | | | |
460 | My country! 'tis of thee | | | | | | | |
461 | God bless our native land! | | | | | | | |
462 | God of our fathers, Whose almighty hand | | | | | | | |
463 | To thee, our God, we fly | | | | | | | |
464 | God of our fathers, known of old | | | | | | | |
465 | O beautiful, my country! | | | | | | | |
466 | They'll never cross the valleys | | | | | | | |
467 | Come, ye thankful people, come | | | | | | | |
468 | Earth below is teeming | | | | | | | |
469 | O God, beneath Thy guiding hand | | | | | | | |
470 | Stand up, and bless the Lord | | | | | | | |
471 | Praise to God, immortal praise | | | | | | | |
472 | Praise, O praise our God and King! | | | | | | | |
473 | Now thank we all our God | | | | | | | |
474 | For the beauty of the earth | | | | | | | |
475 | The voice that breath'd o'er Eden | | | | | | | |
476 | O perfect Love, all human tho't transcending | | | | | | | |
477 | O love divine and golden | | | | | | | |
478 | God of the prophets! bless the prophets' sons | | | | | | | |
479 | Lord of the living harvest | | | | | | | |
480 | Ye servants of the Lord | | | | | | | |
481 | Pour out Thy Spirit from on high | | | | | | | |
482 | O thou, whose own vast temple stands | | | | | | | |
483 | O Lord of hosts, whose glory fills | | | | | | | |
484 | Christ is made the sure foundation | | | | | | | |
485 | Christ is our cornerstone | | | | | | | |
486 | Arise, O King of grace, arise | | | | | | | |
487 | Jesus, where'er Thy people meet | | | | | | | |