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201 | Sing a new song unto the Lord | | | | | | | |
202 | Now in holy convocation | | | | | | | |
203 | Moments and minutes, hours and days | | | | | | | |
204 | Less than the least of all | | | | | | | |
205 | The tender mercies of our Lord | | | | | | | |
206 | Food, raiment, dwelling, health and friends | | | | | | | |
207 | Be known to us in breaking bread | | | | | | | |
208 | What secret hand, at morning-light | | | | | | | |
209 | The blessing of a night's repose | | | | | | | |
210 | My God, beneath Thy watching eye | | | | | | | |
211 | Full speed along the world's highway | | | | | | | |
212 | In a land of strange delight | | | | | | | |
213 | Thee, in the watches of the night | | | | | | | |
214 | O where shall rest be found | | | | | | | |
215 | Few, few and evil are thy days | | | | | | | |
216 | A hundred years ago, not one | | | | | | | |
217 | A child, a youth, a man | | | | | | | |
218 | Nothing into this world we brought | | | | | | | |
219 | On our span-long pilgrimage | | | | | | | |
220 | Lord, I have put my trust in Thee | | | | | | | |
221 | The end of all things is at hand | | | | | | | |
222 | To-day is added to our time | | | | | | | |
223 | Time grows not old with length of years | | | | | | | |
224 | At every motion of our breath | | | | | | | |
225 | Weep no more, Zion, dry thy streaming tears | | | | | | | |
226 | Where are the dead? | | | | | | | |
227 | Heaven is a place of rest from sin | | | | | | | |
228 | While through this changing world we roam | | | | | | | |
229 | There is a river pure and bright | | | | | | | |
230 | Though I walk the downward shade | | | | | | | |
231 | Mercy and goodness, O my God | | | | | | | |
232 | The sting of death is sin | | | | | | | |
233 | How many generations dead | | | | | | | |
234 | For ever with the Lord | | | | | | | |
235 | When the overwhelming waters | | | | | | | |
236 | The days and years of time are fled | | | | | | | |
237 | What are these in bright array | | | | | | | |
238 | Eternity! Eternity | | | | | | | |
239 | Angels from the realms of glory | | | | | | | |
240 | Children of Zion, know your King | | | | | | | |
241 | Daughter of Zion, from the dust | | | | | | | |
242 | Strangers, whence came ye to the West | | | | | | | |
243 | To me, though neither voice nor sound | | | | | | | |
244 | Now weigh the anchor, hoist the sail | | | | | | | |
245 | Peace, that passeth understanding | | | | | | | |
246 | Is this the day that gave me birth? | | | | | | | |
247 | Brother and friend, with heart and voice | | | | | | | |
248 | O Thou, in whom we live and move | | | | | | | |
249 | The sun clear-shining after showers | | | | | | | |
250 | Sleep, weary world, and take thy rest | | | | | | | |
251 | Once more, to pay our annual vows | | | | | | | |
252 | One song of praise, one voice of prayer | | | | | | | |
253 | Send out Thy light and truth, O God | | | | | | | |
254 | Home, kindred, friends, and country, these | | | | | | | |
255 | Sow in the morn thy seed | | | | | | | |
256 | The heathen perish | | | | | | | |
257 | O Spirit of the living God | | | | | | | |
258 | A grain of corn an infant's hand | | | | | | | |
259 | In a garden, man was placed | | | | | | | |
260 | Let there be light: thus spake the Word | | | | | | | |
261 | Arise and shine, your light is come | | | | | | | |
262 | Our Master, Jesus, reign'd above | | | | | | | |
263 | Fair shines the morning star | | | | | | | |
264 | Oh! Valiant-for-the-Truth | | | | | | | |
265 | Lift up your heads, ye gates of brass | | | | | | | |
266 | Fall down ye nations, and adore | | | | | | | |
267 | Hail to the Lord's Anointed | | | | | | | |
268 | Will e'er that sabbath-morning rise | | | | | | | |
269 | O be joyful, every nation | | | | | | | |
270 | The King of Glory we proclaim | | | | | | | |
271 | Thine arm, O Lord, of old | | | | | | | |
272 | The God of your forefathers praise | | | | | | | |
273 | All hail! our Church's Elder dear | | | | | | | |
274 | The sunbeams, infinitely small | | | | | | | |
275 | Proclaim the year of Jubilee | | | | | | | |
276 | To God most awful and most high | | | | | | | |
277 | Flowers grow in sweet societies | | | | | | | |
278 | We lift our eyes, our hands, to Thee | | | | | | | |
279 | The God of harvest praise | | | | | | | |
280 | Is summer ended, harvest past | | | | | | | |
281 | O take away this evil heart | | | | | | | |
282 | Lift up your eyes, look round | | | | | | | |
283 | As from the winter sky | | | | | | | |
284 | A year, another year is fled | | | | | | | |
285 | Our soul shall magnify the Lord | | | | | | | |
286 | When, like a stranger on our sphere | | | | | | | |
287 | Father of light, and life, and love | | | | | | | |
288 | When Israel, press'd by Pharaoh, stood | | | | | | | |
289 | Let the land mourn through all its coasts | | | | | | | |
290 | It is the Lord! Behold His hand | | | | | | | |
291 | Walking on the winged wind | | | | | | | |
292 | Sing Hallelujah; sing | | | | | | | |
293 | Heaven as a tent Thine hand displayed | | | | | | | |
294 | The ground on which this day we stand | | | | | | | |
295 | Not in Jerusalem alone | | | | | | | |
296 | A sure and tried foundation stone | | | | | | | |
297 | Not here, as to the prophet's eye | | | | | | | |
298 | Father of glory, God of grace | | | | | | | |
299 | Behold yon bright array | | | | | | | |
300 | This stone to Thee in faith we lay | | | | | | | |